Ficlet: Slagged
Title: Slagged
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Ratchet/First Aid/Jazz
Warnings:
Prompt: Ratchet/Aid/Jazz - You will die between us again and again and again
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
“You will die between us again and again and again.” I know I should be worried at that statement. But it slides off my processor like glass. High grade does tend to have that effect.
My warning messages stopped appearing a while ago. That doesn't mean there are no more, it just means they are queuing somewhere and they'll all stack up when the excess charge has been removed and my processor doesn't feel like sections are missing. Which essentially is what has happened, bits shutting down to prevent the microfilaments from overheating and fusing together.
Knowing the medical explanation for high grade energy release and subsequent system shut down really isn't helping me.
I didn't even intend to drink so much.
I had only pulled a chair up to watch the poker game over Ratchet's shoulder. Then I had been given a cube of energon by, Hound? I think. A cube that never seemed to empty.
I never saw any mech topping it up, but Jazz was next to Ratchet and with his ops training he probably could do it while singing along to the music on the local radio station and dealing the cards.
By that time the highgrade was really flowing and some bright spark decided to up the stakes.
Strip poker.
I was somehow dealt in.
That's about where my memory files start showing corruption, somewhere between losing my left greave and my right pauldron.
And also realising that Jazz and Ratchet are very good at poker and I? I am not.
But the poker game is finished now. Degenerated into piles of mechs taking advantage of the lack of attached outer plating.
I cast a wry glance at most of my armour and the much, much smaller piles beside it of gleaming red and white and black and white.
I am so slagged.
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Character(s): Ratchet/First Aid/Jazz
Warnings:
Prompt: Ratchet/Aid/Jazz - You will die between us again and again and again
Part of the Oath and Covenant AU. Series masterpost here
“You will die between us again and again and again.” I know I should be worried at that statement. But it slides off my processor like glass. High grade does tend to have that effect.
My warning messages stopped appearing a while ago. That doesn't mean there are no more, it just means they are queuing somewhere and they'll all stack up when the excess charge has been removed and my processor doesn't feel like sections are missing. Which essentially is what has happened, bits shutting down to prevent the microfilaments from overheating and fusing together.
Knowing the medical explanation for high grade energy release and subsequent system shut down really isn't helping me.
I didn't even intend to drink so much.
I had only pulled a chair up to watch the poker game over Ratchet's shoulder. Then I had been given a cube of energon by, Hound? I think. A cube that never seemed to empty.
I never saw any mech topping it up, but Jazz was next to Ratchet and with his ops training he probably could do it while singing along to the music on the local radio station and dealing the cards.
By that time the highgrade was really flowing and some bright spark decided to up the stakes.
Strip poker.
I was somehow dealt in.
That's about where my memory files start showing corruption, somewhere between losing my left greave and my right pauldron.
And also realising that Jazz and Ratchet are very good at poker and I? I am not.
But the poker game is finished now. Degenerated into piles of mechs taking advantage of the lack of attached outer plating.
I cast a wry glance at most of my armour and the much, much smaller piles beside it of gleaming red and white and black and white.
I am so slagged.