last two fic requests from the october round
Title: Hope
Universe: G1, Avalon AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 590
Notes: for sister_dear, who wanted some minibot fic. I really tried for Windcharger, but I just didn’t have enough time to do the homework I needed to really get his voice down. Maybe next time, love. Also, I’m not sure Gears is Gears enough, but I like this the way it stands right now. and in case you missed it, this is Avalonverse fic.
They had known the body count would be high before they had started digging through the rubble, but even Gears had a hard time believing how bad it really was. If they were lucky, only fifty percent of their numbers had been killed.
If they were really lucky, he and Bumblebee would find another of the minibots alive in the rubble.
“Any luck?” Bumblebee asked him, handing over an energon ration.
“Any luck?” of course, meant “Have you found anyone else alive?” Bumblebee was trying to be optimistic, though his slumped posture and drawn facial features gave away the truth.
“No,” Gears replied taking the cube. “Did you really think there would be?”
He didn’t; they hadn’t even found any of the full-size bots in the ruins of Autobot City after the first day of “clean-up”.
“No,” the yellow bot replied, sounding tired. “But I was really hoping there would be…someone. Anyone. We lost so many…”
Gears didn’t know if Bumblebee’s vocalizer had glitched with grief or if the other minibot just didn’t want to talk anymore, though he could understand either reaction. They had lost many of the Autobot forces-and they had lost the best of them.
Even the survivors-especially Jazz-walked around like ghosts of themselves.
The red and blue reconnaissance officer drank his ration quickly and turned back to the work. He didn’t want to talk-not that he ever did, but he really didn’t want to now. Bumblebee took the hint and set to work beside him in silence.
He didn’t know how long they worked for-he hadn’t really been paying attention to his chronometer-when they found Cliffjumper. The red minibot was buried under a section of collapsed wall and pieces of a Decepticon he couldn’t identify.
Gears was alternately relieved to know what had happened to at least one other minibot and full of disappointment that it was Cliffjumper and not one of the others. He had hated Cliffjumper and now he wouldn’t even be able to tell the short tempered mech that.
“We’re never going to be able to move this wall,” Gears said.
“I have to agree with that,” Bumblebee said, looking-if it was possible-even more sparkbroken. “I’ll see if one of the Dinobots is close enough to help lift it. They’ll understand.”
He hated the Dinobots too, but he agreed with the yellow minibot. The only group more tightly knit group among the Autobots-that wasn’t a gestalt team-than the minibots was the Dinobots. “Fine.”
He stared at Cliffjumper’s body when Bee ran off, finally allowing his grief to take over. With a start, he realized that the other minibot was still as red as he had ever been. “Oh, Primus! He’s been alive under there for days!”
Gears turned toward Bumblebee’s retreating form and shouted. “He’s alive! Get a medic!”
As he turned back to his fellow minibot, he was pretty sure it was the first time he’d felt even a little hopeful since Megatron ripped that damned circuit board out of his chest. He moved over to Cliffjumper’s side and took one of the red mech’s hands, squeezing it tightly.
“Don’t you dare die on us now, you glitched up piece of slag.”
“I love you too, Gears.” Cliffjumper’s words were so soft-and a bit garbled-that Gears almost didn’t hear them.
“I really hate you,” Gears told him. “And I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my whole existence.”
He was smiling-smiling!-when Bumblebee returned with Swoop and Sludge.
Title: Unusual
Universe: G1
Rating: G
Word Count: 330
Notes: my only regret is that I couldn’t manage to make this longer. However, it was what I could manage with heslestor’s “Ratchet / Skyfire / unusual” prompt. It is also a companion/sequel to the ficbit I wrote for kirin_saga way back at the beginning of the requests. I had a lot of fun this request round and got to look into a lot of characters that I hadn’t explored much before; thanks so much everyone.
“You have got to be the most unusual Autobot I’ve ever met.”
Skyfire wasn't sure which confused him more, Ratchet’s statement or his appearance in the lab less than a week after Perceptor had come in to extend a hand in friendship. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said you were unusual,” Ratchet replied, stepping more fully into the lab. “I don’t mean it as an insult. I haven’t seen an Autobot who has managed to stand so firmly by his beliefs since Optimus. It’s pretty extraordinary.”
“I just don’t want to fight,” Skyfire replied, turning back to the plant he was cultivating under a small lamp.
“That’s pretty unusual, too. Especially since we are in a war.”
The scientist stayed quiet for a moment, analyzing the medic’s words for every possible meaning. “I know,” he settled for replying.
“I wish I had that much courage,” Ratchet said softly. “I don’t want fight either, but I can’t make myself stand aside to do it. Not when I can be the difference between Sideswipe being shot out of the air or surviving long enough to use that blasted jet judo on one of the Seekers. Not when I can keep Prime from being blasted by Megatron’s weapon of the week or save Ironhide some time in my medbay.”
Skyfire looked away from the plant and back to Ratchet. He wasn’t sure what the medic hoped to gain from this visit, but he did sense that the other mech needed some sort of validation or emotional support. “That makes you unusual as well. Most medics use their healer’s oaths as a shield to keep from protecting those they care about.”
“Thanks,” Ratchet said. “I think I needed that. Look, what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to hide in here just because you think you don’t fit in. You’re someone special and I hope you’ll consider sharing that with the rest of us.”
“I will consider it.”
“That’s all I ask.”
Universe: G1, Avalon AU
Rating: PG
Word Count: 590
Notes: for sister_dear, who wanted some minibot fic. I really tried for Windcharger, but I just didn’t have enough time to do the homework I needed to really get his voice down. Maybe next time, love. Also, I’m not sure Gears is Gears enough, but I like this the way it stands right now. and in case you missed it, this is Avalonverse fic.
They had known the body count would be high before they had started digging through the rubble, but even Gears had a hard time believing how bad it really was. If they were lucky, only fifty percent of their numbers had been killed.
If they were really lucky, he and Bumblebee would find another of the minibots alive in the rubble.
“Any luck?” Bumblebee asked him, handing over an energon ration.
“Any luck?” of course, meant “Have you found anyone else alive?” Bumblebee was trying to be optimistic, though his slumped posture and drawn facial features gave away the truth.
“No,” Gears replied taking the cube. “Did you really think there would be?”
He didn’t; they hadn’t even found any of the full-size bots in the ruins of Autobot City after the first day of “clean-up”.
“No,” the yellow bot replied, sounding tired. “But I was really hoping there would be…someone. Anyone. We lost so many…”
Gears didn’t know if Bumblebee’s vocalizer had glitched with grief or if the other minibot just didn’t want to talk anymore, though he could understand either reaction. They had lost many of the Autobot forces-and they had lost the best of them.
Even the survivors-especially Jazz-walked around like ghosts of themselves.
The red and blue reconnaissance officer drank his ration quickly and turned back to the work. He didn’t want to talk-not that he ever did, but he really didn’t want to now. Bumblebee took the hint and set to work beside him in silence.
He didn’t know how long they worked for-he hadn’t really been paying attention to his chronometer-when they found Cliffjumper. The red minibot was buried under a section of collapsed wall and pieces of a Decepticon he couldn’t identify.
Gears was alternately relieved to know what had happened to at least one other minibot and full of disappointment that it was Cliffjumper and not one of the others. He had hated Cliffjumper and now he wouldn’t even be able to tell the short tempered mech that.
“We’re never going to be able to move this wall,” Gears said.
“I have to agree with that,” Bumblebee said, looking-if it was possible-even more sparkbroken. “I’ll see if one of the Dinobots is close enough to help lift it. They’ll understand.”
He hated the Dinobots too, but he agreed with the yellow minibot. The only group more tightly knit group among the Autobots-that wasn’t a gestalt team-than the minibots was the Dinobots. “Fine.”
He stared at Cliffjumper’s body when Bee ran off, finally allowing his grief to take over. With a start, he realized that the other minibot was still as red as he had ever been. “Oh, Primus! He’s been alive under there for days!”
Gears turned toward Bumblebee’s retreating form and shouted. “He’s alive! Get a medic!”
As he turned back to his fellow minibot, he was pretty sure it was the first time he’d felt even a little hopeful since Megatron ripped that damned circuit board out of his chest. He moved over to Cliffjumper’s side and took one of the red mech’s hands, squeezing it tightly.
“Don’t you dare die on us now, you glitched up piece of slag.”
“I love you too, Gears.” Cliffjumper’s words were so soft-and a bit garbled-that Gears almost didn’t hear them.
“I really hate you,” Gears told him. “And I’ve never been happier to see anyone in my whole existence.”
He was smiling-smiling!-when Bumblebee returned with Swoop and Sludge.
Title: Unusual
Universe: G1
Rating: G
Word Count: 330
Notes: my only regret is that I couldn’t manage to make this longer. However, it was what I could manage with heslestor’s “Ratchet / Skyfire / unusual” prompt. It is also a companion/sequel to the ficbit I wrote for kirin_saga way back at the beginning of the requests. I had a lot of fun this request round and got to look into a lot of characters that I hadn’t explored much before; thanks so much everyone.
“You have got to be the most unusual Autobot I’ve ever met.”
Skyfire wasn't sure which confused him more, Ratchet’s statement or his appearance in the lab less than a week after Perceptor had come in to extend a hand in friendship. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said you were unusual,” Ratchet replied, stepping more fully into the lab. “I don’t mean it as an insult. I haven’t seen an Autobot who has managed to stand so firmly by his beliefs since Optimus. It’s pretty extraordinary.”
“I just don’t want to fight,” Skyfire replied, turning back to the plant he was cultivating under a small lamp.
“That’s pretty unusual, too. Especially since we are in a war.”
The scientist stayed quiet for a moment, analyzing the medic’s words for every possible meaning. “I know,” he settled for replying.
“I wish I had that much courage,” Ratchet said softly. “I don’t want fight either, but I can’t make myself stand aside to do it. Not when I can be the difference between Sideswipe being shot out of the air or surviving long enough to use that blasted jet judo on one of the Seekers. Not when I can keep Prime from being blasted by Megatron’s weapon of the week or save Ironhide some time in my medbay.”
Skyfire looked away from the plant and back to Ratchet. He wasn’t sure what the medic hoped to gain from this visit, but he did sense that the other mech needed some sort of validation or emotional support. “That makes you unusual as well. Most medics use their healer’s oaths as a shield to keep from protecting those they care about.”
“Thanks,” Ratchet said. “I think I needed that. Look, what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to hide in here just because you think you don’t fit in. You’re someone special and I hope you’ll consider sharing that with the rest of us.”
“I will consider it.”
“That’s all I ask.”