Lookit ma, more requests done, and it's another Red Alert Centric!
Title: Just Another Lost Angel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Femmes talking about Angsty stuff. Perceptor having the tact of a gnat.
Pairings: Ultra Magnus x Female Perceptor, One sided (that we see) Inferno x Female Red Alert, One sided (that we see) Jazz x Female Prowl. (He's still trying to get his way with Prowl, here. XP)
Characters: Female Perceptor, Female Red Alert, Female Prowl, Inferno and Jazz.
Prompt: Gender bending continuity - Secrets.
Requested by: cheysulinight
"So," Red Alert drawled, taking a sip of her energon cube, "How is he?"
"He?" Perceptor asked before sipping on her own cube.
"Ultra Magnus, I assume," Prowl supplied without looking up to the other femmes, a data pad in one hand and her cube of high grade in the other.
"Yes, Ultra Magnus," Red Alert waved her hand in the air, it was obvious for Perceptor the other female was at least a little overcharged by now.
"He's fine, thanks for asking."
"She's asking something different, Perceptor," Again, Prowl interjected.
"Thanks, Prowl. I can finish my own slagging sentences," the security director shot a glare at the black and white femme and returned her attention to the Red, Blue and Black femme across the table. "I mean, how is he with you?"
Perceptor shifted uncomfortably, "We haven't been intimate yet, Red. Besides, that's a private matter."
"I'm not asking how he is at interfacing, I just want to know what he is like with you. How he treats you, stuff like that." the Security director helped herself to another cube of high-grade.
"That's still a private matter!" Perceptor huffed and side-glanced to Prowl, who appeared to be lost in whatever it was she was reading. "I like to keep my personal affairs personal."
"Tell you what, I'll answer any question you want to throw at me, personal or not, and in return, you tell me about Ultra Magnus," Red Alert gulped down the whole contents of her cube, shuddering visibly. "Woah, that one was strong."
Her curiosity piqued, Perceptor pondered the offer for a few kliks. "I'll do it if Prowl accepts to answer a question, too. And if you both promise to keep whatever I say a secret."
"Me?" Prowl finally looked away from her data pad. "I am not interested in prying into your private affairs, Perceptor."
"But you're still here, sitting with us. It wouldn't be fair of you to be listening to our dirty little secrets if you don't get to share your own." Red Alert's lip components curved in a rare, mischievous smile. There was no doubt by now Red Alert was more than just a little overcharged, and that fact began to worry Prowl.
"I hope you're not implying I would break the confidentiality of your confessions," Prowl replied with an evident warning tone.
"None of the sort, Prowl. But, come on! If you get to hear ours, we want to hear yours." Red Alert moved towards the dispenser once more, and both remaining females had to give it to her --being as overcharged as she evidently was, she still could walk straight and as gracefully as one could expect from her.
"Fine," Prowl heaved a sigh and took another sip of her own cube. The same cube she had been nursing since the three femmes took their place in the currently empty recreation room of the Autobot base.
"Well, ask away, Perceptor," Red Alert returned with two more cubes of high-grade. Both Prowl and Perceptor suspected the cubes were both for herself.
"Well, I've always had this morbid curiosity," The tallest female scratched the back of her helm a little nervously. "What is the worse thing you've ever done since you first came online, Red?"
"The worst thing?" Red Alert studied her cube for a moment, and her expression turned deadly serious. "I think... I think the worst thing I've done was to terminate the mech I wanted to bond to."
Prowl raised an optic ridge, feeling the atmosphere thicken with invisible tension.
"You... terminated the mech you wanted to have as bond mate?" Perceptor was glad she hadn't picked her cube yet, or else she would have dropped it.
"Yes. I shoot him right in the spark chamber. Five times, I believe, I can't really remember if it was that many times." The security director took a small sip of her cube, not really savoring the fluid, just drinking it for the sake of doing something.
"But why?" Perceptor couldn't help but ask.
"He would have killed me otherwise," Red Alert replied softly. "I was so happy with him. I wanted nothing more than to be his even when we joined the matrix. But he had other plans, and I wasn't part of them." Red Alert shrugged, sipping her high-grade once more.
"Why would he do such a thing?" Perceptor pressed for more answers, her curiosity getting the best of her. Prowl addressed a warning look at her, but went unseen.
"Because I got in the way, I guess," Red Alert shrugged, "I never knew why he wanted to get rid of me. I didn't exactly give him a chance to speak or confess. When he put the barrel of his gun to my head my self-preservation protocols kicked in and the rest is history."
Prowl remembered at that moment something she read up when she was given Red Alert's profile to acquaint herself with the staff she'd be working with in Optimus Prime's unit. "You suffered a severe case of paranoid personality disorder as result."
Red Alert shrugged and downed the remnants of the first cube. "After that I spent many orns unable to recharge for fear someone else would try to terminate me while recharging."
Perceptor shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Prowl before she turned her attention back to Red Alert. "Do you trust us, Red?"
"Wouldn't be here if I didn't think I could trust the two of you," Red Alert nodded, she definitely could trust them even better when she was as overcharged as she was now.
"What about Inferno?" Perceptor's question made Red Alert's primary energon pump skip a beat. "What about him?"
"Do you trust him? I mean, you two seem to be good friends," Perceptor asked, ignoring Prowl's soft groan and shake of her head.
"He... scares me," Red Alert admitted, taking another gulp of her second cube. Prowl took the opportunity to head for the dispenser, intending to get a couple more of cubes, all for the security director.
"Why? He seems pretty trust worthy,"
"That's not why he scares me. You must not tell him this, but I like him. And I don't want to like him," the red and white female looked down to the nearly empty cube, "Not the way I like him."
"But why not?" Prowl was considering to get Perceptor overcharged, too, in hopes she would grow some tact, but decided against it.
"I'm afraid! That's why, Perceptor!" Red Alert tossed her arms on the air. "I just told you the last mech I liked this way and this much tried to kill me."
"Fair enough," Prowl set a cube down in front of Red Alert. "I believe a change of topic is in order, and Perceptor wanted to ask something about me."
"Oh, yes, I do!"
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Jazz made his way contently through the dark halls, looking forward to reaching his quarters and get some much needed recharge after a long shift. He stopped abruptly when Prowl and Perceptor came out of the recreation room, carting an offline Red Alert in their arms. "What's goin' on 'ere?"
Prowl looked up to Jazz, holding the unconscious female's legs. "Overcharged,"
"Ah, I see."
"Can I ask a favor of you, Major?" Prowl fixed her hold on Red Alert's legs.
"Sure thing. What can I do for ya?" Jazz smiled and approached the females, intending to help them take the Security Director to her quarters.
"Can you look for Inferno, please? Tell him I need to see him in Red Alert's quarters,"
Jazz raised an optic ridge behind his visor but nodded and turned around to look for the aforementioned mech.
With Perceptor's help, Prowl set the offline Red Alert on her berth, and thanked the other female, biding her goodnight. The tactician looked around for a waste bin in case it was needed the following orn, and waited patiently for Inferno.
"Ya wanted to see me, Prowl?" Inferno peeked into the security director's quarters cautiously.
"Yes, I did. Please, come in," Prowl watched the towering mech move into the room. When he noticed the unconscious Red Alert he rushed as quickly as he could to her side, "Is she all right?"
"She's fine, just overcharged," The tactician moved away to give the red mech room "Would you be so kind to watch over her? I removed you and Red Alert off tomorrow's patrol roster."
"Sure," He replied without hesitation, kneeling down by Red Alert's berth, his optics fixed on her recharging frame.
"Thank you, Inferno," Prowl began to make her way towards the doors, stopping in the middle of the room to look back at the tall mech. "Inferno?"
"Yes, Prowl?" He didn't bother to look up at the black and white femme.
"She's been through a lot."
"I know, Prowl."
"She likes you."
"I know."
Prowl watched the mech keeping a silent vigil over the recharging femme. "Give her time, Inferno." With that, the tactician excused herself and left the room quietly.
Inferno brushed the back of his black digits along Red Alert's cheek, "I like her, too."He whispered as he withdrew his hand and sat more comfortably on the ground, keeping his silent watch over Red Alert.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Femmes talking about Angsty stuff. Perceptor having the tact of a gnat.
Pairings: Ultra Magnus x Female Perceptor, One sided (that we see) Inferno x Female Red Alert, One sided (that we see) Jazz x Female Prowl. (He's still trying to get his way with Prowl, here. XP)
Characters: Female Perceptor, Female Red Alert, Female Prowl, Inferno and Jazz.
Prompt: Gender bending continuity - Secrets.
Requested by: cheysulinight
"So," Red Alert drawled, taking a sip of her energon cube, "How is he?"
"He?" Perceptor asked before sipping on her own cube.
"Ultra Magnus, I assume," Prowl supplied without looking up to the other femmes, a data pad in one hand and her cube of high grade in the other.
"Yes, Ultra Magnus," Red Alert waved her hand in the air, it was obvious for Perceptor the other female was at least a little overcharged by now.
"He's fine, thanks for asking."
"She's asking something different, Perceptor," Again, Prowl interjected.
"Thanks, Prowl. I can finish my own slagging sentences," the security director shot a glare at the black and white femme and returned her attention to the Red, Blue and Black femme across the table. "I mean, how is he with you?"
Perceptor shifted uncomfortably, "We haven't been intimate yet, Red. Besides, that's a private matter."
"I'm not asking how he is at interfacing, I just want to know what he is like with you. How he treats you, stuff like that." the Security director helped herself to another cube of high-grade.
"That's still a private matter!" Perceptor huffed and side-glanced to Prowl, who appeared to be lost in whatever it was she was reading. "I like to keep my personal affairs personal."
"Tell you what, I'll answer any question you want to throw at me, personal or not, and in return, you tell me about Ultra Magnus," Red Alert gulped down the whole contents of her cube, shuddering visibly. "Woah, that one was strong."
Her curiosity piqued, Perceptor pondered the offer for a few kliks. "I'll do it if Prowl accepts to answer a question, too. And if you both promise to keep whatever I say a secret."
"Me?" Prowl finally looked away from her data pad. "I am not interested in prying into your private affairs, Perceptor."
"But you're still here, sitting with us. It wouldn't be fair of you to be listening to our dirty little secrets if you don't get to share your own." Red Alert's lip components curved in a rare, mischievous smile. There was no doubt by now Red Alert was more than just a little overcharged, and that fact began to worry Prowl.
"I hope you're not implying I would break the confidentiality of your confessions," Prowl replied with an evident warning tone.
"None of the sort, Prowl. But, come on! If you get to hear ours, we want to hear yours." Red Alert moved towards the dispenser once more, and both remaining females had to give it to her --being as overcharged as she evidently was, she still could walk straight and as gracefully as one could expect from her.
"Fine," Prowl heaved a sigh and took another sip of her own cube. The same cube she had been nursing since the three femmes took their place in the currently empty recreation room of the Autobot base.
"Well, ask away, Perceptor," Red Alert returned with two more cubes of high-grade. Both Prowl and Perceptor suspected the cubes were both for herself.
"Well, I've always had this morbid curiosity," The tallest female scratched the back of her helm a little nervously. "What is the worse thing you've ever done since you first came online, Red?"
"The worst thing?" Red Alert studied her cube for a moment, and her expression turned deadly serious. "I think... I think the worst thing I've done was to terminate the mech I wanted to bond to."
Prowl raised an optic ridge, feeling the atmosphere thicken with invisible tension.
"You... terminated the mech you wanted to have as bond mate?" Perceptor was glad she hadn't picked her cube yet, or else she would have dropped it.
"Yes. I shoot him right in the spark chamber. Five times, I believe, I can't really remember if it was that many times." The security director took a small sip of her cube, not really savoring the fluid, just drinking it for the sake of doing something.
"But why?" Perceptor couldn't help but ask.
"He would have killed me otherwise," Red Alert replied softly. "I was so happy with him. I wanted nothing more than to be his even when we joined the matrix. But he had other plans, and I wasn't part of them." Red Alert shrugged, sipping her high-grade once more.
"Why would he do such a thing?" Perceptor pressed for more answers, her curiosity getting the best of her. Prowl addressed a warning look at her, but went unseen.
"Because I got in the way, I guess," Red Alert shrugged, "I never knew why he wanted to get rid of me. I didn't exactly give him a chance to speak or confess. When he put the barrel of his gun to my head my self-preservation protocols kicked in and the rest is history."
Prowl remembered at that moment something she read up when she was given Red Alert's profile to acquaint herself with the staff she'd be working with in Optimus Prime's unit. "You suffered a severe case of paranoid personality disorder as result."
Red Alert shrugged and downed the remnants of the first cube. "After that I spent many orns unable to recharge for fear someone else would try to terminate me while recharging."
Perceptor shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Prowl before she turned her attention back to Red Alert. "Do you trust us, Red?"
"Wouldn't be here if I didn't think I could trust the two of you," Red Alert nodded, she definitely could trust them even better when she was as overcharged as she was now.
"What about Inferno?" Perceptor's question made Red Alert's primary energon pump skip a beat. "What about him?"
"Do you trust him? I mean, you two seem to be good friends," Perceptor asked, ignoring Prowl's soft groan and shake of her head.
"He... scares me," Red Alert admitted, taking another gulp of her second cube. Prowl took the opportunity to head for the dispenser, intending to get a couple more of cubes, all for the security director.
"Why? He seems pretty trust worthy,"
"That's not why he scares me. You must not tell him this, but I like him. And I don't want to like him," the red and white female looked down to the nearly empty cube, "Not the way I like him."
"But why not?" Prowl was considering to get Perceptor overcharged, too, in hopes she would grow some tact, but decided against it.
"I'm afraid! That's why, Perceptor!" Red Alert tossed her arms on the air. "I just told you the last mech I liked this way and this much tried to kill me."
"Fair enough," Prowl set a cube down in front of Red Alert. "I believe a change of topic is in order, and Perceptor wanted to ask something about me."
"Oh, yes, I do!"
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Jazz made his way contently through the dark halls, looking forward to reaching his quarters and get some much needed recharge after a long shift. He stopped abruptly when Prowl and Perceptor came out of the recreation room, carting an offline Red Alert in their arms. "What's goin' on 'ere?"
Prowl looked up to Jazz, holding the unconscious female's legs. "Overcharged,"
"Ah, I see."
"Can I ask a favor of you, Major?" Prowl fixed her hold on Red Alert's legs.
"Sure thing. What can I do for ya?" Jazz smiled and approached the females, intending to help them take the Security Director to her quarters.
"Can you look for Inferno, please? Tell him I need to see him in Red Alert's quarters,"
Jazz raised an optic ridge behind his visor but nodded and turned around to look for the aforementioned mech.
With Perceptor's help, Prowl set the offline Red Alert on her berth, and thanked the other female, biding her goodnight. The tactician looked around for a waste bin in case it was needed the following orn, and waited patiently for Inferno.
"Ya wanted to see me, Prowl?" Inferno peeked into the security director's quarters cautiously.
"Yes, I did. Please, come in," Prowl watched the towering mech move into the room. When he noticed the unconscious Red Alert he rushed as quickly as he could to her side, "Is she all right?"
"She's fine, just overcharged," The tactician moved away to give the red mech room "Would you be so kind to watch over her? I removed you and Red Alert off tomorrow's patrol roster."
"Sure," He replied without hesitation, kneeling down by Red Alert's berth, his optics fixed on her recharging frame.
"Thank you, Inferno," Prowl began to make her way towards the doors, stopping in the middle of the room to look back at the tall mech. "Inferno?"
"Yes, Prowl?" He didn't bother to look up at the black and white femme.
"She's been through a lot."
"I know, Prowl."
"She likes you."
"I know."
Prowl watched the mech keeping a silent vigil over the recharging femme. "Give her time, Inferno." With that, the tactician excused herself and left the room quietly.
Inferno brushed the back of his black digits along Red Alert's cheek, "I like her, too."He whispered as he withdrew his hand and sat more comfortably on the ground, keeping his silent watch over Red Alert.