nospeakingrule First Aid/Red Alert #1
Title: First Meeting
Fandom: Transformers: War for Cybertron (AU)
Universe/Challenge: nospeakingrule #1. Confused
Rating: K/K+
Characters/Pairings: First Aid, Red Alert (Though never mentioned by name.)
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd, taking G1 characters and sticking them in WFC universe, I think I'm developing an odd soft spot for this weird pairing.
Summary: First Aid was not exactly certain why he had stared, but never spoke to that odd mech.
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He had first seen him during the first wave of evacuations that had been ordered by their Prime. He had looked up for some reason during a welding, that he had sadly been doing for so long he didn’t even have to consciously watch what he was doing anymore from it, and had stalled slightly at the sight of smaller frame. It wasn’t for any reason that would be spouted in recreational writings and holo imaging. If anything there really wasn’t a thing that really made him standout from the rest of those crowded in one of the crumbling passageways of Iacon. Armor dented and dirty as everyone else and optics dimmed due to lack of proper recharge into a pale blue coloration.
To this day First Aid still can bring up the memory file in complete clarity of pale blue optics staring blankly at a wall and this slightly lost and confused expression on the lighter model type. That confusion had tugged at him, seeming to make the mech vulnerable looking despite the fact he was probably more then able to take care of himself in a fight. Despite this he had ignored it and the impulse to go over once he had finished with the repairs upon Widget, the sudden brightness as Trypticon began to shoot down the shuttles attempting to flee had also stilled him.
He had looked up like everyone else in horror as comrades and potential friends were destroyed when they had no way to help themselves. Moving with everyone else when the need to take cover within Iacon itself, as the escape shuttles were discontinued and the large battle station began firing upon the city itself.
He had lost sight of the silent mech and his confused air and had almost let his memory of the other be compressed and stored away. Until he found himself settling against a wall, that vibrated with each successive shot from Trypticon and making the gloom of the makeshift shelter seem even more daunting. Despite the efforts of a blue and white mech that had several modifications and equipment of a search and rescue vehicle modified for combat, attempting to be cheerful and helpful to those within. All of them waiting for the signal that the team that had been sent had succeeded, while a small part of his processor wondered which of the remaining Autobot fliers had been sent on such a task.
The waiting was almost unbearable at times as suddenly there was one final horrific vibration, and then a silence that made many of them check their audio components for a malfunction. The lack of any idea of what was going on outside of a partially garbled and filled with static transmission of their new Prime going into the fray, making it worse as the signal that it was clear to leave their shelter was still not given. Just when First Aid was starting to feel claustrophobic he suddenly found his optics tracking the weaving movements of the mech from before. The expression hardly changed from the last time as the medic couldn’t seem to not watch the unknown mech finally settle against a wall opposite of him. Pale optics looking up and into his and the confusion seemed to grow deeper at it all.
Then the all clear was given and First Aid was soon helping with the wounded and the quiet mech was gone again.
Fandom: Transformers: War for Cybertron (AU)
Universe/Challenge: nospeakingrule #1. Confused
Rating: K/K+
Characters/Pairings: First Aid, Red Alert (Though never mentioned by name.)
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd, taking G1 characters and sticking them in WFC universe, I think I'm developing an odd soft spot for this weird pairing.
Summary: First Aid was not exactly certain why he had stared, but never spoke to that odd mech.
==================================================================================
He had first seen him during the first wave of evacuations that had been ordered by their Prime. He had looked up for some reason during a welding, that he had sadly been doing for so long he didn’t even have to consciously watch what he was doing anymore from it, and had stalled slightly at the sight of smaller frame. It wasn’t for any reason that would be spouted in recreational writings and holo imaging. If anything there really wasn’t a thing that really made him standout from the rest of those crowded in one of the crumbling passageways of Iacon. Armor dented and dirty as everyone else and optics dimmed due to lack of proper recharge into a pale blue coloration.
To this day First Aid still can bring up the memory file in complete clarity of pale blue optics staring blankly at a wall and this slightly lost and confused expression on the lighter model type. That confusion had tugged at him, seeming to make the mech vulnerable looking despite the fact he was probably more then able to take care of himself in a fight. Despite this he had ignored it and the impulse to go over once he had finished with the repairs upon Widget, the sudden brightness as Trypticon began to shoot down the shuttles attempting to flee had also stilled him.
He had looked up like everyone else in horror as comrades and potential friends were destroyed when they had no way to help themselves. Moving with everyone else when the need to take cover within Iacon itself, as the escape shuttles were discontinued and the large battle station began firing upon the city itself.
He had lost sight of the silent mech and his confused air and had almost let his memory of the other be compressed and stored away. Until he found himself settling against a wall, that vibrated with each successive shot from Trypticon and making the gloom of the makeshift shelter seem even more daunting. Despite the efforts of a blue and white mech that had several modifications and equipment of a search and rescue vehicle modified for combat, attempting to be cheerful and helpful to those within. All of them waiting for the signal that the team that had been sent had succeeded, while a small part of his processor wondered which of the remaining Autobot fliers had been sent on such a task.
The waiting was almost unbearable at times as suddenly there was one final horrific vibration, and then a silence that made many of them check their audio components for a malfunction. The lack of any idea of what was going on outside of a partially garbled and filled with static transmission of their new Prime going into the fray, making it worse as the signal that it was clear to leave their shelter was still not given. Just when First Aid was starting to feel claustrophobic he suddenly found his optics tracking the weaving movements of the mech from before. The expression hardly changed from the last time as the medic couldn’t seem to not watch the unknown mech finally settle against a wall opposite of him. Pale optics looking up and into his and the confusion seemed to grow deeper at it all.
Then the all clear was given and First Aid was soon helping with the wounded and the quiet mech was gone again.