Spark Deep -- Chapter 9: Rescue
Title: Chapter 9: Rescue
Rating: K+
Continuity: AU G1
Chapter 9: Rescue
Bluestreak didn't bother resisting as he was led down the road, in the center of the company. They had weapons, and, from the familiar way they were holding them and moving with them, they knew how to use them.
Prowl was walking at his side, leading him. Jazz, that small sliver mech, was walking close to Prowl's other side, much closer than Prowl would usually allow any non-family member.
Bluestreak probably would have been walking that close too, had the situation been different. As it was, he was lagging, doorwings drooping, optics dim.
After a few breems of walking, Prowl called a halt.
“Bluestreak, what is wrong?”
The gray mech turned a half-sparked glare on his brother. “You didn't ask.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You didn't ask if I wanted to go. Prowl, I wanted to-”
An audial-shattering howl echoed through the forest, reverberating off the crystalline trees, making the mechs of the company shoulder their weapons and turn outward. Bluestreak looked up with wide optics, then turned back to Prowl. “Brother, I wanted to stay! They aren't what you think, they-”
Another howl, and a few mechs shuddered. “Primus,” one of them whispered. “What the slag is that?”
Turning wide, pleading optics on his brother, Bluestreak dipped his doorwings lower. “You have to let me go.”
“Bluestreak, they're monsters. They don't-”
“They aren't monsters!” the gray mech shouted, just as a massive, red form burst from the underbrush, rushing the line, heedless of the blaster fire coming its way. Another howl ripped from Sideswipe's vocalizer as he leapt into the company, jaws snapping, clawed hands tearing, throwing mechs in every direction.
Another howl pulled the two Praxians' attention to the other side of the group where a yellow form had torn through the ranks of mechs much as his brother had.
Prowl had his blaster out in half a klik, and was racing toward Sunstreaker before Bluestreak could react.
“Prowl! NO!”
But the black and white mech was already on the yellow Twin, energy blasts simply ricocheting off his thick plating, doing nothing more than burning the chromonanites and paint. Sunstreaker howled again, throwing off his other attackers and lunging toward Prowl.
The black and white Praxian was tossed a few yards. He landed hard, but rolled, coming up on his pedes, blaster aimed at Sunstreaker's helm. Sideswipe yelped as he shook himself, loping over to circle the black and white mech with his brother. His glossa lolled out the side of his mouth, but it didn't look cute or endearing.
It was feral, a wild beast slavering for energon.
Jazz appeared from nowhere, and the shining dagger in his hand was plunged into Sideswipe's shoulder. The red wolf-mech howled again, then turned and grasped the back of the silver mech's neck, tearing him off and throwing him to the side.
Prowl shouted, and he raised his blaster again.
Then Bluestreak was there, standing in front of Sideswipe, doorwings splayed, expression determined. Sideswipe's growl immediately turned into a whine, and he nudged the gray mech's hand. Sunstreaker silently moved up behind Bluestreak, flanking him on his other side.
Prowl's blaster wavered, then fell, his optics bright with confusion and anger. “Bluestreak, what is the meaning of this?” he asked, still in his stiff crouch, doorwings vibrating with tension.
“Prowl. They aren't animals.” Confidently, the gray mech reached out and rested his fingertips lightly on a yellow audial fin. “They're mechs. Good mechs. They... Prowl, I... I love them.”
Sideswipe whined again, and Sunstreaker stiffened. Prowl jerked backwards, shock written over his entire frame.
::You mean it?:: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe commed together, and Bluestreak smiled gently.
::I do. I... I know it's only been a vorn, and we kinda had a rocky start, but... I do.::
Sideswipe sat back. Sunstreaker leaned even farther into his touch, pressing up against the red thigh.
A moment later, shudders ran through their frames, and Sunstreaker pulled back slightly. Bluestreak turned to watch in awe as they slowly changed back into mechs. This transformation was unlike any he'd seen. They weren't in pain, and, despite it being from a mechanimal frame to a mech one, it looked... natural. Not at all like it had been before.
A breem later, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were sitting in their mech forms, crouched at Bluestreak's side.
Prowl, and any of the other mechs still standing, were staring in awe. Sideswipe started chuckling, and Sunstreaker stood.
“Get off your aft, Sides,” he groused, his offered hand belying the gruffness in his voice.
“But I like it down here. You all look so tall!”
“I am tall.”
Sideswipe's snickering continued.
Bluestreak smiled, then glanced over at Prowl, who's optics were more white than gold. Jazz was there, stroking his doorwings gently, whispering in his audial, visor bright and directed at the trio in front of them.
Sideswipe, who had finally stood, followed Bluestreak's gaze. Slowly stepping in the silver mech's direction, he smiled. “Hey, sorry about throwing you. I... Well, all of you, really,” he said, turning to glance at the other mechs around them. “We just...”
“Wanted Blue back. You were in our way, and... like that... our...”
“Their subprotocols kind of take over,” Bluestreak finished, smiling faintly. “They're still mechs, but they do often react like, uh, mechanimals.”
“Yeah. What he said,” Sideswipe agreed with a grin. “So, no hard feelings?”
Prowl had, finally, gotten over his slight surprise, and was slowly standing. “I still do not like that you took Bluestreak's contract.”
Bluestreak laughed and walked over to his brother. “Prowl, I stayed for the first groon because of the contract. After that... I would have stayed whether they released me or not.”
“Blue...”
“It's fine, Prowl. Nobody's hurt too badly, and- Oh! Sideswipe! Your shoulder!”
The red mech blinked and glanced down. “It's fine.”
“What?”
“It's fine.” He shrugged, and Sunstreaker took over.
“Happens. The transformation always healed us before. This time, I guess, was no different.”
A few mechs, Prowl and Bluestreak included, blinked. Jazz snickered. “Ya should be used t' strange things happenin' by now, Prowler.”
Bluestreak frowned. “And that brings up another question... Who are you?” he demanded, eying Jazz.
The silver mech snickered and tucked himself closer to Prowl's side. “That,” the black and white Praxian said, lifting his helm slightly, “is a story for another time. I... I do apologize, though. Smokescreen had me genuinely convinced.”
Bluestreak grimaced. “Well... he was kinda surprised.”
“To be quite honest, I, we, don't blame him,” Sideswipe added, smirking slightly.
“We should send for him,” Sunstreaker murmured, stepping closer to Bluestreak. Then he glanced around. “All of you are welcome to stay for the day and night at our home. We have plenty of rooms and energon, and would be happy to share.”
Prowl smirking faintly and nodded. “It would be my pleasure and honor. I would like to get to know the mechs courting my brother.”
Exchanging a glance, the Twins hid a shudder. That sounded like a threat.
“Don't worry. Just the customary family warning of 'if you break his spark, I’ll break yours',” Prowl tacked on, seeing the shudder, smirk widening fractionally.
Sideswipe smirked back, and Sunstreaker allowed a little smile to grow on his lips. “I don't think you'll have to worry about that,” Sideswipe said, tilting his helm slightly.
Then he strode over to Bluestreak, bent down, and placed a solid kiss on the gray lips. Bluestreak yelped, but the sound was muffled by Sideswipe. After a klik of stunned in-action, he responded, kissing back just as fiercely as the red Twin was kissing him.
After a long moment, Sideswipe pulled away, and Sunstreaker leaned down for his turn. The yellow Twin's kiss was soft and gentle, but just as enthusiastic as his brother's, and Bluestreak responded in kind.
“Aww, ain't they cute, Prowler?” a lilting voice interrupted, and three engines rumbled threateningly at the silver mech. Jazz just laughed, smiling at the trio. Their playful scowls melted away as they smiled back.
Rating: K+
Continuity: AU G1
Chapter 9: Rescue
Bluestreak didn't bother resisting as he was led down the road, in the center of the company. They had weapons, and, from the familiar way they were holding them and moving with them, they knew how to use them.
Prowl was walking at his side, leading him. Jazz, that small sliver mech, was walking close to Prowl's other side, much closer than Prowl would usually allow any non-family member.
Bluestreak probably would have been walking that close too, had the situation been different. As it was, he was lagging, doorwings drooping, optics dim.
After a few breems of walking, Prowl called a halt.
“Bluestreak, what is wrong?”
The gray mech turned a half-sparked glare on his brother. “You didn't ask.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You didn't ask if I wanted to go. Prowl, I wanted to-”
An audial-shattering howl echoed through the forest, reverberating off the crystalline trees, making the mechs of the company shoulder their weapons and turn outward. Bluestreak looked up with wide optics, then turned back to Prowl. “Brother, I wanted to stay! They aren't what you think, they-”
Another howl, and a few mechs shuddered. “Primus,” one of them whispered. “What the slag is that?”
Turning wide, pleading optics on his brother, Bluestreak dipped his doorwings lower. “You have to let me go.”
“Bluestreak, they're monsters. They don't-”
“They aren't monsters!” the gray mech shouted, just as a massive, red form burst from the underbrush, rushing the line, heedless of the blaster fire coming its way. Another howl ripped from Sideswipe's vocalizer as he leapt into the company, jaws snapping, clawed hands tearing, throwing mechs in every direction.
Another howl pulled the two Praxians' attention to the other side of the group where a yellow form had torn through the ranks of mechs much as his brother had.
Prowl had his blaster out in half a klik, and was racing toward Sunstreaker before Bluestreak could react.
“Prowl! NO!”
But the black and white mech was already on the yellow Twin, energy blasts simply ricocheting off his thick plating, doing nothing more than burning the chromonanites and paint. Sunstreaker howled again, throwing off his other attackers and lunging toward Prowl.
The black and white Praxian was tossed a few yards. He landed hard, but rolled, coming up on his pedes, blaster aimed at Sunstreaker's helm. Sideswipe yelped as he shook himself, loping over to circle the black and white mech with his brother. His glossa lolled out the side of his mouth, but it didn't look cute or endearing.
It was feral, a wild beast slavering for energon.
Jazz appeared from nowhere, and the shining dagger in his hand was plunged into Sideswipe's shoulder. The red wolf-mech howled again, then turned and grasped the back of the silver mech's neck, tearing him off and throwing him to the side.
Prowl shouted, and he raised his blaster again.
Then Bluestreak was there, standing in front of Sideswipe, doorwings splayed, expression determined. Sideswipe's growl immediately turned into a whine, and he nudged the gray mech's hand. Sunstreaker silently moved up behind Bluestreak, flanking him on his other side.
Prowl's blaster wavered, then fell, his optics bright with confusion and anger. “Bluestreak, what is the meaning of this?” he asked, still in his stiff crouch, doorwings vibrating with tension.
“Prowl. They aren't animals.” Confidently, the gray mech reached out and rested his fingertips lightly on a yellow audial fin. “They're mechs. Good mechs. They... Prowl, I... I love them.”
Sideswipe whined again, and Sunstreaker stiffened. Prowl jerked backwards, shock written over his entire frame.
::You mean it?:: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe commed together, and Bluestreak smiled gently.
::I do. I... I know it's only been a vorn, and we kinda had a rocky start, but... I do.::
Sideswipe sat back. Sunstreaker leaned even farther into his touch, pressing up against the red thigh.
A moment later, shudders ran through their frames, and Sunstreaker pulled back slightly. Bluestreak turned to watch in awe as they slowly changed back into mechs. This transformation was unlike any he'd seen. They weren't in pain, and, despite it being from a mechanimal frame to a mech one, it looked... natural. Not at all like it had been before.
A breem later, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were sitting in their mech forms, crouched at Bluestreak's side.
Prowl, and any of the other mechs still standing, were staring in awe. Sideswipe started chuckling, and Sunstreaker stood.
“Get off your aft, Sides,” he groused, his offered hand belying the gruffness in his voice.
“But I like it down here. You all look so tall!”
“I am tall.”
Sideswipe's snickering continued.
Bluestreak smiled, then glanced over at Prowl, who's optics were more white than gold. Jazz was there, stroking his doorwings gently, whispering in his audial, visor bright and directed at the trio in front of them.
Sideswipe, who had finally stood, followed Bluestreak's gaze. Slowly stepping in the silver mech's direction, he smiled. “Hey, sorry about throwing you. I... Well, all of you, really,” he said, turning to glance at the other mechs around them. “We just...”
“Wanted Blue back. You were in our way, and... like that... our...”
“Their subprotocols kind of take over,” Bluestreak finished, smiling faintly. “They're still mechs, but they do often react like, uh, mechanimals.”
“Yeah. What he said,” Sideswipe agreed with a grin. “So, no hard feelings?”
Prowl had, finally, gotten over his slight surprise, and was slowly standing. “I still do not like that you took Bluestreak's contract.”
Bluestreak laughed and walked over to his brother. “Prowl, I stayed for the first groon because of the contract. After that... I would have stayed whether they released me or not.”
“Blue...”
“It's fine, Prowl. Nobody's hurt too badly, and- Oh! Sideswipe! Your shoulder!”
The red mech blinked and glanced down. “It's fine.”
“What?”
“It's fine.” He shrugged, and Sunstreaker took over.
“Happens. The transformation always healed us before. This time, I guess, was no different.”
A few mechs, Prowl and Bluestreak included, blinked. Jazz snickered. “Ya should be used t' strange things happenin' by now, Prowler.”
Bluestreak frowned. “And that brings up another question... Who are you?” he demanded, eying Jazz.
The silver mech snickered and tucked himself closer to Prowl's side. “That,” the black and white Praxian said, lifting his helm slightly, “is a story for another time. I... I do apologize, though. Smokescreen had me genuinely convinced.”
Bluestreak grimaced. “Well... he was kinda surprised.”
“To be quite honest, I, we, don't blame him,” Sideswipe added, smirking slightly.
“We should send for him,” Sunstreaker murmured, stepping closer to Bluestreak. Then he glanced around. “All of you are welcome to stay for the day and night at our home. We have plenty of rooms and energon, and would be happy to share.”
Prowl smirking faintly and nodded. “It would be my pleasure and honor. I would like to get to know the mechs courting my brother.”
Exchanging a glance, the Twins hid a shudder. That sounded like a threat.
“Don't worry. Just the customary family warning of 'if you break his spark, I’ll break yours',” Prowl tacked on, seeing the shudder, smirk widening fractionally.
Sideswipe smirked back, and Sunstreaker allowed a little smile to grow on his lips. “I don't think you'll have to worry about that,” Sideswipe said, tilting his helm slightly.
Then he strode over to Bluestreak, bent down, and placed a solid kiss on the gray lips. Bluestreak yelped, but the sound was muffled by Sideswipe. After a klik of stunned in-action, he responded, kissing back just as fiercely as the red Twin was kissing him.
After a long moment, Sideswipe pulled away, and Sunstreaker leaned down for his turn. The yellow Twin's kiss was soft and gentle, but just as enthusiastic as his brother's, and Bluestreak responded in kind.
“Aww, ain't they cute, Prowler?” a lilting voice interrupted, and three engines rumbled threateningly at the silver mech. Jazz just laughed, smiling at the trio. Their playful scowls melted away as they smiled back.