When Wise Mechs are Banished -- Extra -- Trine
This is extremely sappy and a bit cheesy, but oh well. :)
Title: When Wise Mechs are Banished -- Extra -- Trine
Rating: T
Continuity: AU G1/Movieverse mashup
EXTRA - TRINE
Trailbreaker was in the Commissary when Mirage found him.
“You love Hound,” he said as he sat down, handing over a cube of energon while lifting his own to take a drink.
The large, black mech just looked up slowly and gazed with dim optics at the spy.
“You do. I can see the way you look at him.”
“You love him too,” Trailbreaker muttered, taking a swig of the energon Mirage had given him. “And he loves you.”
Mirage shook his helm. “No, he doesn't.”
“Yes, he does.”
“No, he- I’m not arguing about this. He loves you.”
Trailbreaker just shook his helm and settled farther back in his seat.
The two mechs simply sat and stared at each other for a few long moments, the tension practically palpable in between them.
Then the mech they had been discussing walked up. Hound glanced between the two of them, one optic ridge raised. “Did I miss something? Is something wrong? 'Cause last I checked, you two were friends. Not, uh...”
“No, Hound,” Trailbreaker said, standing and setting his half-full cube on the table. “Nothing's wrong.” The black mech nodded at his friend and walked away.
The green mech stared after him for a long moment, blinking, then turned back to Mirage. “What's up with him?”
The spy stared forlornly after the black mech, then glanced at Hound. “Nothing, Hound. It's... complicated.”
“When people say things are complicated, things don't usually turn out very well for me,” the scout said, regarding Mirage with a slightly skeptical expression. The spy just shrugged and took another drink of energon. After a moment, he, too, stood and left the room.
Hound was left staring after them, confused and worried.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Smokescreen regarded the green mech curiously. It wasn’t often that people asked to see him, and it was virtually unheard of on this base. The first and only time had been when he had first set up as a psychologist, and Jazz had asked to be certified as sane again.
And now, Hound. He was one of the more interesting characters on base; raised in the wild, yet more civil than some others.
Not that the others weren't interesting. This base was for Smokescreen like a goodie shop was to a youngling.
“You asked to see me, Hound?” the Praxian said, smiling kindly.
The green tracker shifted and nodded, slowly settling himself into the comfortable seat in front of Smokescreen's desk. “Yeah. I... This is... confidential, right?”
“As long as whatever is ailing you is not detrimental to your health, yes.”
“It's not,” Hound assured, then cycled a long draft of air through his vents. “I've... Trailbreaker and Mirage have been acting strangely lately.”
“How long is lately?” Smokescreen asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew. He had observed them interacting, and had seen the tension mounting.
“I don't know... maybe the past few cycles? Maybe a groon? I mean... I just noticed the other orn, but...”
“Looking back, you can see it a bit more obviously,” the psychologist offered, tilting his helm to the side.
“Yeah! Exactly!”
A slow nod was the response to the exclamation. After a klik, Smokescreen spoke again. “Now, tell me, what kind of 'strange' is going on? Are they being mean to you? Are-”
“No, not at all! It's... like they're... like...” Hound vented and closed his optics, taking a moment to order his thoughts. “It's like... almost like they're... fighting over me? They aren't mean, but they... avoid each other.”
“Mm. What else?”
“Well, they're constantly talking to me, but... Even though they're not talking to each other, they keep, like, talking the other up. Like, Trailbreaker will say something about how good Mirage looks, and later, Mirage will comment on how strong TB is, and... What's so funny?”
Smokescreen chided himself mentally; it wasn't good to snicker at his patients' problems! But it was just so obvious! “Hound... Have you ever considered the fact that they both like you?”
“Well, of course they like me. They're my friends!”
Oh, boy. “No, Hound. Like, like you.”
“Uh...” Hound said, blinking rapidly. “You mean...?”
“Yes, I mean.”
“Oh.” For a long moment, Hound sat and blinked and stared. Then he smiled. “If you'll excuse me, there's something that I... need to take care of.”
Smokescreen smiled back. “Please, do.”
And Hound stood and walked from the room, leaving the psychologist smirking behind him.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
::TB? You free?::
Hound already knew he was.
::Ah, yeah?::
::Good. You wanna keep me company?::
::I... suppose?::
:Thanks, TB! I’ll meet you at my quarters, okay?::
::That's fine.::
::See you in a few!:: With that, he closed the comm link and opened another. ::Mirage?::
::Yes, Hound?::
::Are you free?::
::I am, but I am sure you all ready know that, Hound.::
::Well, I did know you were off duty, but I didn't know if you were doing something else or not?::
::I am not. What can I help you with?::
::You wanna spend some time together? I could do with some company.::
::Of course. When would you like me?::
::Whenever you can get here, if that's okay?::
::It's fine, Hound. I will be there in approximately three breems.::
::I'll be waiting!::
And that comm line closed with a soft click. Hound smirked, satisfied, and settled down to wait.
Trailbreaker arrived first, pinging for entrance at the door. Hound signaled it open.
“You know you can just come in. I gave you the passcode for a reason.”
“It is impolite,” the black mech said, shifting awkwardly.
“Not when I’ve told you you can come in at any time,” Hound said with a smile, then gestured to the chair at his desk. “Please, make yourself comfortable. You know I don't like you to stand on ceremony.”
“I-” Trailbreaker started as he moved to sit down, but was interrupted by another ping at the door.
“Come in, Mirage!” Hound called, and the large, black mech froze.
“Hello, Hound. I...”
The two Autobots started at each other. Hound snickered.
“Mirage, please sit down. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
Slowly, reluctantly, Mirage did so, perching awkwardly on the edge of the berth. Trailbreaker likewise finished lowering himself into the seat. Hound stood in the middle of the room, where he could face them both.
For a few long minutes, they were all silent. Then, Hound spoke.
“It's recently been brought to my attention that you both like me,” he said, then was, again, silent.
Mirage and Trailbreaker shifted nervously.
“I...” the black mech started, then shook his helm and stared at his knee plating.
“We... You...” the white and blue spy started, armor rattling as he resettled it.
“I know you both like each other. At least, you are, or were, friends.”
“I have no problem at all with Mirage,” Trailbreaker agreed, and said spy hummed his agreement.
“Then what's wrong with a little... trio? I mean, the three of us kinda... you know, fit together.”
The two guests in the room stared at the green mech, then glanced at each other.
“... What?” Mirage finally managed, and Hound smiled.
“A trio. A trine. Like the Seekers. Like the Twins are going after with Bluestreak, if they ever get around to asking for Prowl's approval.” The tracker shrugged. “It was common enough among the wild-bots, the trackers and such. Three is a really good number for being out on your own. My creators were actually courting a third when they... when the Towers fell.”
Another moment of quiet as the slim, white spy and the bulky, black tracker contemplated that, and the mid-sized, boxy, green scout mourned for his lost family.
“I...” Mirage started, then vented. “I would have nothing against trying. I like... I love you, Hound, and... Trailbreaker, you are a good friend, and... I would be willing to learn to love you and give a trine a chance.”
Trailbreaker smiled. “Same here. I... Hound, I’ll give it a go.”
The green scout grinned brilliantly. “Good! Well, with that settled... who's up for a first date?”
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Jazz curled deeper into Prowl's side as they watched the three mechs from across the room.
“Hm... Been wond'rin' when they'd figure 't out.”
“Indeed. It was rather obvious,” Prowl agreed, a faint smile on his face. He lifted his cube of energon and took a drink, hiding the barely-there expression from the room.
“Then 'gain, sometimes...”
“Of course. I will admit, though, it is nice to see people in relationships. The war...”
“Took too many 'way, Ah know. Now, who'd'ya think's next?”
Prowl glanced down at Jazz. “Well, to tell the truth, I am waiting for the Twins to come to me and ask for permission to court Bluestreak. They have been dancing around him for a very long time now.”
“Heh. Understatement o' th' vorn, m'love. They've been dancin' 'round each other since those two straightened out.”
“Mm.”
“What'll ya say when they do ask?”
Prowl's doorwings twitched as he smirked at his bondmate. “I will say yes, of course. It is obvious they love each other.”
The silver saboteur snickered. “Right. An' Ah bet they're freakin' over how t' get ya t' say yes.”
Prowl's smirk just widened as he settled back and continued to observe the room at large. Jazz, after a moment, curled back into the Praxian's side and cuddled close.
Title: When Wise Mechs are Banished -- Extra -- Trine
Rating: T
Continuity: AU G1/Movieverse mashup
EXTRA - TRINE
Trailbreaker was in the Commissary when Mirage found him.
“You love Hound,” he said as he sat down, handing over a cube of energon while lifting his own to take a drink.
The large, black mech just looked up slowly and gazed with dim optics at the spy.
“You do. I can see the way you look at him.”
“You love him too,” Trailbreaker muttered, taking a swig of the energon Mirage had given him. “And he loves you.”
Mirage shook his helm. “No, he doesn't.”
“Yes, he does.”
“No, he- I’m not arguing about this. He loves you.”
Trailbreaker just shook his helm and settled farther back in his seat.
The two mechs simply sat and stared at each other for a few long moments, the tension practically palpable in between them.
Then the mech they had been discussing walked up. Hound glanced between the two of them, one optic ridge raised. “Did I miss something? Is something wrong? 'Cause last I checked, you two were friends. Not, uh...”
“No, Hound,” Trailbreaker said, standing and setting his half-full cube on the table. “Nothing's wrong.” The black mech nodded at his friend and walked away.
The green mech stared after him for a long moment, blinking, then turned back to Mirage. “What's up with him?”
The spy stared forlornly after the black mech, then glanced at Hound. “Nothing, Hound. It's... complicated.”
“When people say things are complicated, things don't usually turn out very well for me,” the scout said, regarding Mirage with a slightly skeptical expression. The spy just shrugged and took another drink of energon. After a moment, he, too, stood and left the room.
Hound was left staring after them, confused and worried.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Smokescreen regarded the green mech curiously. It wasn’t often that people asked to see him, and it was virtually unheard of on this base. The first and only time had been when he had first set up as a psychologist, and Jazz had asked to be certified as sane again.
And now, Hound. He was one of the more interesting characters on base; raised in the wild, yet more civil than some others.
Not that the others weren't interesting. This base was for Smokescreen like a goodie shop was to a youngling.
“You asked to see me, Hound?” the Praxian said, smiling kindly.
The green tracker shifted and nodded, slowly settling himself into the comfortable seat in front of Smokescreen's desk. “Yeah. I... This is... confidential, right?”
“As long as whatever is ailing you is not detrimental to your health, yes.”
“It's not,” Hound assured, then cycled a long draft of air through his vents. “I've... Trailbreaker and Mirage have been acting strangely lately.”
“How long is lately?” Smokescreen asked, though he was pretty sure he already knew. He had observed them interacting, and had seen the tension mounting.
“I don't know... maybe the past few cycles? Maybe a groon? I mean... I just noticed the other orn, but...”
“Looking back, you can see it a bit more obviously,” the psychologist offered, tilting his helm to the side.
“Yeah! Exactly!”
A slow nod was the response to the exclamation. After a klik, Smokescreen spoke again. “Now, tell me, what kind of 'strange' is going on? Are they being mean to you? Are-”
“No, not at all! It's... like they're... like...” Hound vented and closed his optics, taking a moment to order his thoughts. “It's like... almost like they're... fighting over me? They aren't mean, but they... avoid each other.”
“Mm. What else?”
“Well, they're constantly talking to me, but... Even though they're not talking to each other, they keep, like, talking the other up. Like, Trailbreaker will say something about how good Mirage looks, and later, Mirage will comment on how strong TB is, and... What's so funny?”
Smokescreen chided himself mentally; it wasn't good to snicker at his patients' problems! But it was just so obvious! “Hound... Have you ever considered the fact that they both like you?”
“Well, of course they like me. They're my friends!”
Oh, boy. “No, Hound. Like, like you.”
“Uh...” Hound said, blinking rapidly. “You mean...?”
“Yes, I mean.”
“Oh.” For a long moment, Hound sat and blinked and stared. Then he smiled. “If you'll excuse me, there's something that I... need to take care of.”
Smokescreen smiled back. “Please, do.”
And Hound stood and walked from the room, leaving the psychologist smirking behind him.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
::TB? You free?::
Hound already knew he was.
::Ah, yeah?::
::Good. You wanna keep me company?::
::I... suppose?::
:Thanks, TB! I’ll meet you at my quarters, okay?::
::That's fine.::
::See you in a few!:: With that, he closed the comm link and opened another. ::Mirage?::
::Yes, Hound?::
::Are you free?::
::I am, but I am sure you all ready know that, Hound.::
::Well, I did know you were off duty, but I didn't know if you were doing something else or not?::
::I am not. What can I help you with?::
::You wanna spend some time together? I could do with some company.::
::Of course. When would you like me?::
::Whenever you can get here, if that's okay?::
::It's fine, Hound. I will be there in approximately three breems.::
::I'll be waiting!::
And that comm line closed with a soft click. Hound smirked, satisfied, and settled down to wait.
Trailbreaker arrived first, pinging for entrance at the door. Hound signaled it open.
“You know you can just come in. I gave you the passcode for a reason.”
“It is impolite,” the black mech said, shifting awkwardly.
“Not when I’ve told you you can come in at any time,” Hound said with a smile, then gestured to the chair at his desk. “Please, make yourself comfortable. You know I don't like you to stand on ceremony.”
“I-” Trailbreaker started as he moved to sit down, but was interrupted by another ping at the door.
“Come in, Mirage!” Hound called, and the large, black mech froze.
“Hello, Hound. I...”
The two Autobots started at each other. Hound snickered.
“Mirage, please sit down. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
Slowly, reluctantly, Mirage did so, perching awkwardly on the edge of the berth. Trailbreaker likewise finished lowering himself into the seat. Hound stood in the middle of the room, where he could face them both.
For a few long minutes, they were all silent. Then, Hound spoke.
“It's recently been brought to my attention that you both like me,” he said, then was, again, silent.
Mirage and Trailbreaker shifted nervously.
“I...” the black mech started, then shook his helm and stared at his knee plating.
“We... You...” the white and blue spy started, armor rattling as he resettled it.
“I know you both like each other. At least, you are, or were, friends.”
“I have no problem at all with Mirage,” Trailbreaker agreed, and said spy hummed his agreement.
“Then what's wrong with a little... trio? I mean, the three of us kinda... you know, fit together.”
The two guests in the room stared at the green mech, then glanced at each other.
“... What?” Mirage finally managed, and Hound smiled.
“A trio. A trine. Like the Seekers. Like the Twins are going after with Bluestreak, if they ever get around to asking for Prowl's approval.” The tracker shrugged. “It was common enough among the wild-bots, the trackers and such. Three is a really good number for being out on your own. My creators were actually courting a third when they... when the Towers fell.”
Another moment of quiet as the slim, white spy and the bulky, black tracker contemplated that, and the mid-sized, boxy, green scout mourned for his lost family.
“I...” Mirage started, then vented. “I would have nothing against trying. I like... I love you, Hound, and... Trailbreaker, you are a good friend, and... I would be willing to learn to love you and give a trine a chance.”
Trailbreaker smiled. “Same here. I... Hound, I’ll give it a go.”
The green scout grinned brilliantly. “Good! Well, with that settled... who's up for a first date?”
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Jazz curled deeper into Prowl's side as they watched the three mechs from across the room.
“Hm... Been wond'rin' when they'd figure 't out.”
“Indeed. It was rather obvious,” Prowl agreed, a faint smile on his face. He lifted his cube of energon and took a drink, hiding the barely-there expression from the room.
“Then 'gain, sometimes...”
“Of course. I will admit, though, it is nice to see people in relationships. The war...”
“Took too many 'way, Ah know. Now, who'd'ya think's next?”
Prowl glanced down at Jazz. “Well, to tell the truth, I am waiting for the Twins to come to me and ask for permission to court Bluestreak. They have been dancing around him for a very long time now.”
“Heh. Understatement o' th' vorn, m'love. They've been dancin' 'round each other since those two straightened out.”
“Mm.”
“What'll ya say when they do ask?”
Prowl's doorwings twitched as he smirked at his bondmate. “I will say yes, of course. It is obvious they love each other.”
The silver saboteur snickered. “Right. An' Ah bet they're freakin' over how t' get ya t' say yes.”
Prowl's smirk just widened as he settled back and continued to observe the room at large. Jazz, after a moment, curled back into the Praxian's side and cuddled close.