[TF G1 Fic] To Have and To Hold
Title: To Have and To Hold
Characters: Elita One/Optimus Prime
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400+
Summary: Episode tag for "The Search for Alpha Trion". Optimus and Elita share energon together.
To Have and To Hold
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"Your tanks must be low." Pink fingers run along the edge of her Prime's windshields. He doesn't disagree, merely presses his mask more firmly in the juncture of neck and shoulder. Elita One smiles; she has never felt safer than when she is in his arms. Being held like this soothes her and him both, but he will have to return to his battlefield on Earth soon.
He will have to face Megatron again.
"Let me get you something," she says, brushing her hands in benediction over the hiding place of the Matrix. He lets her go only reluctantly, and she slips silently out of the room. She ghosts through the new base, noting the sounds of her other soldiers and Optimus's troops meeting again for the first time in millions of years. It's heartening. They have something to fight for again, something besides the Will in their selves that said, 'Fight'.
In their stores, she pauses to look over all the energon. Everything that belongs to her troops she mentally sets aside, leaving her own ration. She bites her lip and leaves a third of that behind, gathering the remaining two-thirds in her arms to share with Optimus.
The only reason she doesn't take it all is because she knows it will upset Chromia.
They can always find more fuel, though. It may be hard, but there will be more.
"Elita," Optimus rumbles behind her, then his arms wrap around her shoulders. "No, Elita. I'm not worth that much."
"I want to," she says quietly. "I've missed you-"
"I have more to give," he says, mask pressing against one of her horns. One hand drops away to fumble at his side, then he gently presses a fuel hose to her mouth. Brilliant pink energon drips, and she catches it without thinking. Who can waste energon?
There are chemicals in it she forgot existed, and her body hums as she drinks more.
"I'm sorry," Optimus says, hand resting on her hip. "I'm so sorry for leaving you behind. For leaving you in this situation. I won't let it happen again, Elita. Earth is so full of energy; you'll love it there."
"I can't," she gasps. "Someone has to fight Shockwave, Optimus. Someone has to fight for Cybertron."
"Elita..."
Her mouth closes around the fuel hose, and she takes in more of his energon. "Don't let us starve, Optimus. Share Earth's bounty, and we'll hold Cybertron forever."
"Of course."
-End-
Characters: Elita One/Optimus Prime
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400+
Summary: Episode tag for "The Search for Alpha Trion". Optimus and Elita share energon together.
To Have and To Hold
***
"Your tanks must be low." Pink fingers run along the edge of her Prime's windshields. He doesn't disagree, merely presses his mask more firmly in the juncture of neck and shoulder. Elita One smiles; she has never felt safer than when she is in his arms. Being held like this soothes her and him both, but he will have to return to his battlefield on Earth soon.
He will have to face Megatron again.
"Let me get you something," she says, brushing her hands in benediction over the hiding place of the Matrix. He lets her go only reluctantly, and she slips silently out of the room. She ghosts through the new base, noting the sounds of her other soldiers and Optimus's troops meeting again for the first time in millions of years. It's heartening. They have something to fight for again, something besides the Will in their selves that said, 'Fight'.
In their stores, she pauses to look over all the energon. Everything that belongs to her troops she mentally sets aside, leaving her own ration. She bites her lip and leaves a third of that behind, gathering the remaining two-thirds in her arms to share with Optimus.
The only reason she doesn't take it all is because she knows it will upset Chromia.
They can always find more fuel, though. It may be hard, but there will be more.
"Elita," Optimus rumbles behind her, then his arms wrap around her shoulders. "No, Elita. I'm not worth that much."
"I want to," she says quietly. "I've missed you-"
"I have more to give," he says, mask pressing against one of her horns. One hand drops away to fumble at his side, then he gently presses a fuel hose to her mouth. Brilliant pink energon drips, and she catches it without thinking. Who can waste energon?
There are chemicals in it she forgot existed, and her body hums as she drinks more.
"I'm sorry," Optimus says, hand resting on her hip. "I'm so sorry for leaving you behind. For leaving you in this situation. I won't let it happen again, Elita. Earth is so full of energy; you'll love it there."
"I can't," she gasps. "Someone has to fight Shockwave, Optimus. Someone has to fight for Cybertron."
"Elita..."
Her mouth closes around the fuel hose, and she takes in more of his energon. "Don't let us starve, Optimus. Share Earth's bounty, and we'll hold Cybertron forever."
"Of course."
-End-