More drabbles!
Title: I don't do Snuggles.
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Pairings: None really.
Characters: Starscream, Sparkling Optimus Prime.
Prompt: "Honey Prime, I Shrunk the Kids Officers" Continuity - Snuggles too!
Requested by: lurkerlynne
He wondered what he was doing there. He had to be insane. No, scratch that. He -was- insane.
"This is a mistake. A total and complete mistake and it's all your fragging fault, Prime." Starscream glared hatefully to the small bundle on his arms. The object of his anger was happily oblivious to the seeker's heated glare, cuddled against his chest, deeply in recharge.
Starscream cleared his exhaust loudly, keeping his anger in check if any because he knew the kind of punishment that would befall on him if he dared to hurt the Bearer of the Matrix, currently reversed to his sparkling stage.
The seeker was engaged in battle with Optimus Prime when a explosion took place and engulfed both. Starscream hadn't been as affected, he had reverted to the equivalent of a teenager by human standards and his wings had been ripped by the explosion. He could tell his condition would only get worse if he received no help.
Under his current condition he knew better than to attempt to return to the Decepticon base. He would receive no help if Megatron saw fit to keep him devolved to his current stage, even if he handed Prime's sparkling head in a silver tray.
No. His only chance of survival were the Autobots and the baby Prime was the key to ensure he would receive the help he needed. That didn't mean he liked it, even if his options were so limited.
A loud chirping followed by content clicks forced him to look down, the sparkling Prime was so diminutive, so lithe and looked so frail. The seeker was certain he could crush his little skull with one fist.
More happy clicks filled his audio receptors and he forced himself to ignore the almost pleading sound coming from the sparkling. The seeker wasn't used to walking, let along walk the distance towards the Ark. It was going to be a long trip and Starscream reminded himself harming the sparkling wasn't a good idea and called upon all his might and any amount of patience he could muster.
But the clicks didn't cease, they became louder, more insistent. "I have no energon for you, Prime, can it already." The F-15 was granted the blessing of temporary silence before more clicking ensued. God, he hated sparklings. "I told you I have no energon here for you. No matter how much you ask, I can't pop it out of thin air."
And the clicking turned louder before a tiny blue hand saw fit to slap his cockpit hard. "All right, that's it. What's your problem?" Starscream resisted the urge to scream his question and brought the sparkling up to his face. The sparkling Optimus tilted his head in confusion and chirped before he pointed up to the sky.
The dark faced seeker looked up just in time to see a familiar predominantly white figure, Skyfire, high upon the skies, his engine was almost silent when he was that flying that high, but apparently the sparkling had managed to either see him or sense him. "Here goes nothing, I guess."
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It was with great surprise that he found himself received by the Autobots without even having to play his 'winning card'. It didn't take long for him to understand why, either.
While Starscream was affected as well as Optimus Prime had been, something had managed to change the effects from immediate regression to the sparkling stage to a gradual, fairly slow transformation. They could study him and he could help to provide the answers they needed to discover how to stop his body from devolving further and return the sparklings to their adult stages. He only hoped the process could be stopped before he too reached the youngling or sparkling stages.
More clicking sounds distracted him from his current train of through, although he wasn't fully regarded as a prisoner, the seeker was certainly not free to go wherever he pleased, currently confined into Skyfire's room. "What do you want this time?" Starscream glared at the occupant of the temporary crib set next to the berth he was resting on.
The sparkling Autobot leader tilted his head as he sat up on his crib and clapped happily, apparently amused with the Decepticon's exasperation. When Starscream groaned again the baby Semi clapped his little hands once more before he reached his arms out, wanting to be picked up.
"No, don't even dream about it." why he had been drafted with looking after Prime in the first place? Oh, right. The sparkling threw quite the tantrum the first time Ironhide attempted to take him away. By all intents and purposes he was stuck with the sparkling.
The baby Autobot whimpered in distress after several minutes passed without being lifted up. "Fine." Starscream growled lowly and cleared his exhaust once more, reaching to pick he diminutive Autobot. The sparkling clicked and clung to his cockpit happily before he looked up and gave him a pleading look, patting the glass of his canopy. "What now?"
Oh no. He wanted -that-. Damned be that blasted Inferno for trying to calm the sparkling Optimus Prime with snuggles.
"Forget about it, Prime. I don't do snuggles."
The dark faced seeker was certain there was a pair of pouty lip components behind that mask at that very moment. The sparkling's whimpers and quivering head were signs of what was to come. Another tantrum surely. "Primus! I won't be able to stand this much longer."
Optimus Prime clicked and chirped happily when he was brought to the level of Starscream's face and the seeker rubbed his cheek against his, prompting happy squeals and clicks from the baby Autobot.
"You're an extortionist, Prime." The seeker sighed but began to rub the sparkling's little crest. "A very cute one, but extortionist none-the-less."
Optimus Prime merely clapped his hands happily. Starscream was sure there would be many more snuggles on his immediate future, and he wasn't sure if he was fearing it or looking forward to it.
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Pairings: None really.
Characters: Starscream, Sparkling Optimus Prime.
Prompt: "Honey Prime, I Shrunk the Kids Officers" Continuity - Snuggles too!
Requested by: lurkerlynne
He wondered what he was doing there. He had to be insane. No, scratch that. He -was- insane.
"This is a mistake. A total and complete mistake and it's all your fragging fault, Prime." Starscream glared hatefully to the small bundle on his arms. The object of his anger was happily oblivious to the seeker's heated glare, cuddled against his chest, deeply in recharge.
Starscream cleared his exhaust loudly, keeping his anger in check if any because he knew the kind of punishment that would befall on him if he dared to hurt the Bearer of the Matrix, currently reversed to his sparkling stage.
The seeker was engaged in battle with Optimus Prime when a explosion took place and engulfed both. Starscream hadn't been as affected, he had reverted to the equivalent of a teenager by human standards and his wings had been ripped by the explosion. He could tell his condition would only get worse if he received no help.
Under his current condition he knew better than to attempt to return to the Decepticon base. He would receive no help if Megatron saw fit to keep him devolved to his current stage, even if he handed Prime's sparkling head in a silver tray.
No. His only chance of survival were the Autobots and the baby Prime was the key to ensure he would receive the help he needed. That didn't mean he liked it, even if his options were so limited.
A loud chirping followed by content clicks forced him to look down, the sparkling Prime was so diminutive, so lithe and looked so frail. The seeker was certain he could crush his little skull with one fist.
More happy clicks filled his audio receptors and he forced himself to ignore the almost pleading sound coming from the sparkling. The seeker wasn't used to walking, let along walk the distance towards the Ark. It was going to be a long trip and Starscream reminded himself harming the sparkling wasn't a good idea and called upon all his might and any amount of patience he could muster.
But the clicks didn't cease, they became louder, more insistent. "I have no energon for you, Prime, can it already." The F-15 was granted the blessing of temporary silence before more clicking ensued. God, he hated sparklings. "I told you I have no energon here for you. No matter how much you ask, I can't pop it out of thin air."
And the clicking turned louder before a tiny blue hand saw fit to slap his cockpit hard. "All right, that's it. What's your problem?" Starscream resisted the urge to scream his question and brought the sparkling up to his face. The sparkling Optimus tilted his head in confusion and chirped before he pointed up to the sky.
The dark faced seeker looked up just in time to see a familiar predominantly white figure, Skyfire, high upon the skies, his engine was almost silent when he was that flying that high, but apparently the sparkling had managed to either see him or sense him. "Here goes nothing, I guess."
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It was with great surprise that he found himself received by the Autobots without even having to play his 'winning card'. It didn't take long for him to understand why, either.
While Starscream was affected as well as Optimus Prime had been, something had managed to change the effects from immediate regression to the sparkling stage to a gradual, fairly slow transformation. They could study him and he could help to provide the answers they needed to discover how to stop his body from devolving further and return the sparklings to their adult stages. He only hoped the process could be stopped before he too reached the youngling or sparkling stages.
More clicking sounds distracted him from his current train of through, although he wasn't fully regarded as a prisoner, the seeker was certainly not free to go wherever he pleased, currently confined into Skyfire's room. "What do you want this time?" Starscream glared at the occupant of the temporary crib set next to the berth he was resting on.
The sparkling Autobot leader tilted his head as he sat up on his crib and clapped happily, apparently amused with the Decepticon's exasperation. When Starscream groaned again the baby Semi clapped his little hands once more before he reached his arms out, wanting to be picked up.
"No, don't even dream about it." why he had been drafted with looking after Prime in the first place? Oh, right. The sparkling threw quite the tantrum the first time Ironhide attempted to take him away. By all intents and purposes he was stuck with the sparkling.
The baby Autobot whimpered in distress after several minutes passed without being lifted up. "Fine." Starscream growled lowly and cleared his exhaust once more, reaching to pick he diminutive Autobot. The sparkling clicked and clung to his cockpit happily before he looked up and gave him a pleading look, patting the glass of his canopy. "What now?"
Oh no. He wanted -that-. Damned be that blasted Inferno for trying to calm the sparkling Optimus Prime with snuggles.
"Forget about it, Prime. I don't do snuggles."
The dark faced seeker was certain there was a pair of pouty lip components behind that mask at that very moment. The sparkling's whimpers and quivering head were signs of what was to come. Another tantrum surely. "Primus! I won't be able to stand this much longer."
Optimus Prime clicked and chirped happily when he was brought to the level of Starscream's face and the seeker rubbed his cheek against his, prompting happy squeals and clicks from the baby Autobot.
"You're an extortionist, Prime." The seeker sighed but began to rub the sparkling's little crest. "A very cute one, but extortionist none-the-less."
Optimus Prime merely clapped his hands happily. Starscream was sure there would be many more snuggles on his immediate future, and he wasn't sure if he was fearing it or looking forward to it.