[FIC] Juvenile
Title: Juvenile
Author:
kirin_saga (AKA
cheysulinight)
Rated: G
Prompt: Thundercracker / Red Alert / children
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Summary: They couldn't believe what they were seeing...
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It was embarrassing, really, how immature their respective teammates could act.
"Hey, that's mine!"
"I saw it first!"
Especially when it came to unusual Earth items. They'd squabble over it like newly onlined sparklings. Never mind that they should be shooting each other instead of playing tug-of-war with a... with a...
"What is that thing anyways?"
Thundercracker looked over at Red Alert, who was also watching the 'sparklings' in disbelief. "I was wondering that myself, actually," he said, returning his attention to the 'epic battle'. "I'm wondering if they even know."
The Autobot cocked his head, frowning in confusion. "Well, I know Inferno doesn't know. We've seen those things before but neither of us was ever interested enough to identify them."
Thundercracker smirked as the firetruck briefly got sole possession of the thing. "Until now, at least."
Red sighed. "Actually, I think he just doesn't want Starscream to have it." He paused a moment, as something just occurred to him. "Speaking of, why does Starscream want it? It's of no possible use to him."
Thundercracker shrugged. "Probably for the same reason your friend wants it."
They continued to watch the fight in silence for a few moments while the combatants grew increasingly juvenile.
"Mine!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is too!"
"Not!"
Too!"
"Not!"
Too!"
"Too!"
"Not!"
"Ha!"
"Hey!"
"I can't believe you fell for that!"
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Augh!"
Thundercracker and Red Alert shared a deadpan look, neither of them able to believe what they were seeing. After a moment, Red sighed and shook his head. "There's an outdoor movie festival about ten miles north of here. It's where Inferno and I were headed. Want to come?"
Thundercracker thought for a moment, glancing over at Starscream to see that he was still arguing, and finally nodded. "Might as well. This is getting old. Think they'll notice if we leave?"
Red shook his head. "I highly doubt it. Come on," he answered, transforming and driving off. Thundercracker transformed and followed overhead, slowing his speed in order to keep the Autobot in sight.
Inferno and Starscream never noticed their departure.
Six hours and three movies later - two of which were highly entertaining... the other Thundercracker and Red Alert agreed to never ever mention as it had scared them so badly they had clung to each other like overgrown sparklings - they slowly made their way out of the large field were the festival had been held, in no hurry to return to their respective bases as they had no desire to explain why exactly they had gone on what could be classified as a date.
"So... I had fun."
Thundercracker glanced over at the Autobot. "I... had fun too," he replied. He glanced at the sky, vainly attempting to think of something to say. What exactly did you say at the end of a date with someone who was supposed to be an enemy? Thank you, lets do it again some time?
Red Alert didn't seem to know either and was currently twisting his hands in nervousness, uncomfortable now that there was nothing to distract him from the fact Thundercracker was a Decepticon. "So... uh..." he trailed off, absentmindedly picking at some blue paint that had been left on his arm during... that movie they were never going to mention. Ever. "Now what?"
Thundercracker shrugged, also starting to pick at the paint on his arm. He had no idea how he was going to explain the red and white scratches. "I dunno." He might have said more, but his comm chose that moment to start chirping and he hurriedly answered it with a profound feeling of relief, uncaring if Red Alert overheard. "Yes?"
"... Hey, TC?"
The blue Seeker brightened. "Skywarp! Finally finished those reports Starscream had you working on?"
"Uh... yeah."
Thundercracker frowned at the uncertainty he heard in the other Seeker's voice. "What's wrong?"
Red Alert perked up, turning his full attention to the conversation, no longer even attempting to appear as if he wasn't eavesdropping. Thundercracker ignored him.
"I just found Starscream and I was wondering..."
Skywarp now had both Thundercracker's and Red Alert's full attention, wondering if this had anything to do with the scene they had left earlier. They couldn't possibly still be fighting, could they? They exchanged incredulous glances, hoping that their friends couldn't possibly be that childish.
"TC? You there?"
Thundercracker turned his attention to his comm, absently waving Red Alert closer so he could hear better. "Yeah, We- I mean, I'm here," he corrected, lowering his comm to Red Alert's level and hoping Skywarp had missed the slip.
Fortunately, Skywarp seemed too distracted to notice. "I was wondering why, exactly, Starscream and that Autobot firetruck were fighting over a Tickle Me Elmo."
Red Alert laughed suddenly, forgetting he was supposed to be quiet. "So that's what they're called!"
Thundercracker would have gotten after Red Alert for speaking if he hadn't been too busy trying to calm Skywarp over the fact an Autobot had spoken over his comm. He'd get him back for it though, eventually.
Maybe during their next date.