Under Fire
Title: Under Fire
Prompt: Protection
Pairing: Warpath/Elita-1
Rating: PG-13 for injury description
Notes: It’s only Warpath/Elita-1 if you really squint, it just didn’t turn out really pairing-heavy. Come to think of it, it's only the prompt if you squint. Oh well!
Gunfire rained all around them destroying their hideout one blast at a time. Warpath knew it was only a matter of time before the Decepticons burst through and found the leader of the femmes and her lowly protector. They would have the femmes if they had Elita-1, and that was who was trapped with him in this cave. Her pink plating was made even paler by the flashes of laserfire and the darkness of the cave making her seem like a Spark Maiden; the beautiful femmes who helped bestow life to new autobots. The Decepticons had no Spark Maidens to soften their sparks when they were born, it was probably why they were so brutal and had no reverence at all for femmes.
“Come out come out from that little cave of yours!” came a voice from the widening cracks in their dying safehaven. Elita-1 imagined she could hear the metal screaming like the autobots that had died protecting her outside. She looked up sadly at Warpath, at his arm; barely attached anymore, just holding on by strings of wiring and one leaking main energon line. His cannon was offline, cracked in two by a decepticon’s sword. She then looked down at her missing feet, blown off by mines and bleeding pink and blue energon. She held a sob back in the deepest part of her thoat, her glossa blocking her cries. Warpath seemed to hear them anyway and held her close with his one working arm. She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head, and she didn’t mind the comfort this time, instead she just leant deeper into his side and let out a sigh.
They heard sudden screams of anger from outside and their cover was finally blown to pieces, the metal screeching and Decepticons shouting out in fear and pain and deep rage. Shrapnel showered around them piercing Elita-1’s armor and Warpath’s beside her. The warrior was not himself in this kind of situation, no cheerful jokes about the destruction of the Decepticons, no thirst anymore for battles or joyful explosions from his cannon. She wondered dully if he would ever seem the same and then she wondered the same about herself. Her optic shattered when a piece of shrapnel punctured it and she held back a scream of pain, Warpath was going through the same thing, his working arm tightening protectively around her.
A decepticon face appeared at the hole in their protective covering and leered at her injuries. “I’ve never seen a femme so pretty.” He sneered and jerked to the side as a laser blast hit him in the back of his head sending processor pieces flying in Elita-1’s face. A scream managed to escape her throat this time and she reached up with frantic hands to scrape the chip pieces away. Warpath grunted and Optimus Prime’s face appeared in the hole. She reached out with shaking arms and he picked her up, leaving Warpath behind in the hole. “No!” she shouted at Optimus and he looked down at her, “Help Warpath, he saved me.” She left out the kiss and the connection between them now. Optimus, ever obliging set her gently down and got Warpath directly to a medic. She was starting to feel fuzzy with energon loss when he came back, “Warpath is a good mech.” She whispered and she saw Optimus’ eyes quirk up in a sad smile.
“He certainly is.”
Prompt: Protection
Pairing: Warpath/Elita-1
Rating: PG-13 for injury description
Notes: It’s only Warpath/Elita-1 if you really squint, it just didn’t turn out really pairing-heavy. Come to think of it, it's only the prompt if you squint. Oh well!
Gunfire rained all around them destroying their hideout one blast at a time. Warpath knew it was only a matter of time before the Decepticons burst through and found the leader of the femmes and her lowly protector. They would have the femmes if they had Elita-1, and that was who was trapped with him in this cave. Her pink plating was made even paler by the flashes of laserfire and the darkness of the cave making her seem like a Spark Maiden; the beautiful femmes who helped bestow life to new autobots. The Decepticons had no Spark Maidens to soften their sparks when they were born, it was probably why they were so brutal and had no reverence at all for femmes.
“Come out come out from that little cave of yours!” came a voice from the widening cracks in their dying safehaven. Elita-1 imagined she could hear the metal screaming like the autobots that had died protecting her outside. She looked up sadly at Warpath, at his arm; barely attached anymore, just holding on by strings of wiring and one leaking main energon line. His cannon was offline, cracked in two by a decepticon’s sword. She then looked down at her missing feet, blown off by mines and bleeding pink and blue energon. She held a sob back in the deepest part of her thoat, her glossa blocking her cries. Warpath seemed to hear them anyway and held her close with his one working arm. She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head, and she didn’t mind the comfort this time, instead she just leant deeper into his side and let out a sigh.
They heard sudden screams of anger from outside and their cover was finally blown to pieces, the metal screeching and Decepticons shouting out in fear and pain and deep rage. Shrapnel showered around them piercing Elita-1’s armor and Warpath’s beside her. The warrior was not himself in this kind of situation, no cheerful jokes about the destruction of the Decepticons, no thirst anymore for battles or joyful explosions from his cannon. She wondered dully if he would ever seem the same and then she wondered the same about herself. Her optic shattered when a piece of shrapnel punctured it and she held back a scream of pain, Warpath was going through the same thing, his working arm tightening protectively around her.
A decepticon face appeared at the hole in their protective covering and leered at her injuries. “I’ve never seen a femme so pretty.” He sneered and jerked to the side as a laser blast hit him in the back of his head sending processor pieces flying in Elita-1’s face. A scream managed to escape her throat this time and she reached up with frantic hands to scrape the chip pieces away. Warpath grunted and Optimus Prime’s face appeared in the hole. She reached out with shaking arms and he picked her up, leaving Warpath behind in the hole. “No!” she shouted at Optimus and he looked down at her, “Help Warpath, he saved me.” She left out the kiss and the connection between them now. Optimus, ever obliging set her gently down and got Warpath directly to a medic. She was starting to feel fuzzy with energon loss when he came back, “Warpath is a good mech.” She whispered and she saw Optimus’ eyes quirk up in a sad smile.
“He certainly is.”