Stories (1/?)
Title: Stories (1/?)
Rating: G
Characters: Perceptor, Grimlock, Swoop, Sludge, Slag, Snarl, Ratchet, Wheeljack
Pairing: Ratchet/Wheeljack/Perceptor
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: another laratron inspired prompt. she wanted some Perceptor meets Dinobots fic, and this is the begining of the result. section one has been finished for a while, but the rest will likely come in bits and pieces.
Perceptor had been studying Hound‘s collection of data on the flora and fauna of Earth for several planetary hours. At least two patrol shifts came and went, peripherally noted by the scientist, but he was far to absorbed by his reading material to pay much attention to the other mechs. Until a very large silver snout poked over the side of his datapad and covered the screen.
The scientist scowled and looked up, but any words of chastisement he would have uttered died in his vocalizer.
“What you read?” the owner of the snout asked. “Me Grimlock like stories.”
Grimlock. The mech who had been in Ratchet’s repair bay the day Perceptor arrived at the base. Perceptor remembered helping his mate repair the huge mech--and being subsequently warned about how unpredictable the Dinobot could be--but he hadn’t had the opportunity to meet Grimlock in person afterward. He was having trouble reconciling the mech he had worked on a few Earth days ago with the being in front of him now, though.
He couldn’t ever remember seeing a mech with an alternate mode that was quite so… primal.
“You not talk?” Grimlock asked.
“I speak,” the scientist replied. “I was merely startled by your appearance.”
“Oh. That like scared?”
Perceptor shook his head. “No, being startled is like being surprised. I was surprised by your appearance, but I was not afraid.”
“Oh.” Grimlock gave him an open-mouthed expression that could have been a grin. “That good enough for now. Me Grimlock want scare Decepticons not Autobots.”
“I see.” he was a little appalled at the young mech’s speech patterns, but Grimlock was easy enough to understand. Perceptor wondered if all the Dinobots spoke that way--and what his mates had been thinking when they programmed the Dinobots if they did. “May I ask you a question, Grimlock?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you currently in your alternate mode? We aren’t engaged in battle, so it hardly seems necessary.”
Grimlock cocked his head to the side, obviously thinking. Then he transformed into his root mode. “Me Grimlock forget. Had to break up fight between brother Dinobots.”
“Oh dear.” Perceptor was genuinely surprised at that news. Infighting between members of a sub-faction of the army was a serious offense. “Is that common?”
“No. other Dinobots usually remember that me Grimlock king.” Grimlock looked and sounded positively smug.
“I see.” He didn’t really, but he would ask one of his mates for clarification later.
“So.” The Dinobot leaned over perceptor’s datapad again. “You not tell me Grimlock what you reading.”
Perceptor gave the larger mech a smile. “It is a data file containing data on the native life forms of this planet. I find it fascinating.”
“That boring,” Grimlock replied. “Me Grimlock like stories, not native life forms.”
“Of course you do,” the scientist replied amiably. “You’re very young, and young mechs like exciting stories much more than boring lessons.”
“That right!” Grimlock replied. “You know good stories?”
“I’m certain I know one or two,” Perceptor said with a grin. Grimlock might have been created as an adult mech, but he was still just a youngling at spark. “Let me think for a moment.”
He searched his databanks for a moment, looking for the information on human mythology he had read last cycle. It wouldn’t hurt for Grimlock to learn a little culture with his story, even if he wasn’t aware that it was happening.
Rating: G
Characters: Perceptor, Grimlock, Swoop, Sludge, Slag, Snarl, Ratchet, Wheeljack
Pairing: Ratchet/Wheeljack/Perceptor
Warnings: none.
Author's Notes: another laratron inspired prompt. she wanted some Perceptor meets Dinobots fic, and this is the begining of the result. section one has been finished for a while, but the rest will likely come in bits and pieces.
Perceptor had been studying Hound‘s collection of data on the flora and fauna of Earth for several planetary hours. At least two patrol shifts came and went, peripherally noted by the scientist, but he was far to absorbed by his reading material to pay much attention to the other mechs. Until a very large silver snout poked over the side of his datapad and covered the screen.
The scientist scowled and looked up, but any words of chastisement he would have uttered died in his vocalizer.
“What you read?” the owner of the snout asked. “Me Grimlock like stories.”
Grimlock. The mech who had been in Ratchet’s repair bay the day Perceptor arrived at the base. Perceptor remembered helping his mate repair the huge mech--and being subsequently warned about how unpredictable the Dinobot could be--but he hadn’t had the opportunity to meet Grimlock in person afterward. He was having trouble reconciling the mech he had worked on a few Earth days ago with the being in front of him now, though.
He couldn’t ever remember seeing a mech with an alternate mode that was quite so… primal.
“You not talk?” Grimlock asked.
“I speak,” the scientist replied. “I was merely startled by your appearance.”
“Oh. That like scared?”
Perceptor shook his head. “No, being startled is like being surprised. I was surprised by your appearance, but I was not afraid.”
“Oh.” Grimlock gave him an open-mouthed expression that could have been a grin. “That good enough for now. Me Grimlock want scare Decepticons not Autobots.”
“I see.” he was a little appalled at the young mech’s speech patterns, but Grimlock was easy enough to understand. Perceptor wondered if all the Dinobots spoke that way--and what his mates had been thinking when they programmed the Dinobots if they did. “May I ask you a question, Grimlock?”
“Sure.”
“Why are you currently in your alternate mode? We aren’t engaged in battle, so it hardly seems necessary.”
Grimlock cocked his head to the side, obviously thinking. Then he transformed into his root mode. “Me Grimlock forget. Had to break up fight between brother Dinobots.”
“Oh dear.” Perceptor was genuinely surprised at that news. Infighting between members of a sub-faction of the army was a serious offense. “Is that common?”
“No. other Dinobots usually remember that me Grimlock king.” Grimlock looked and sounded positively smug.
“I see.” He didn’t really, but he would ask one of his mates for clarification later.
“So.” The Dinobot leaned over perceptor’s datapad again. “You not tell me Grimlock what you reading.”
Perceptor gave the larger mech a smile. “It is a data file containing data on the native life forms of this planet. I find it fascinating.”
“That boring,” Grimlock replied. “Me Grimlock like stories, not native life forms.”
“Of course you do,” the scientist replied amiably. “You’re very young, and young mechs like exciting stories much more than boring lessons.”
“That right!” Grimlock replied. “You know good stories?”
“I’m certain I know one or two,” Perceptor said with a grin. Grimlock might have been created as an adult mech, but he was still just a youngling at spark. “Let me think for a moment.”
He searched his databanks for a moment, looking for the information on human mythology he had read last cycle. It wouldn’t hurt for Grimlock to learn a little culture with his story, even if he wasn’t aware that it was happening.