10_orders 14. Hate Me
Title: Emotional Hostages
Pairing/Characters: Red Alert and First Aid; Smokescreen, mentions of other Protectobots and other autobots
Prompt: 14. Hate Me
Rating: K/Pg
Warnings: Unbeta'd, slight hints and mentions of deaths and events from TF:The Movie
Summary: Smokescreen takes pity on a CMO that hasn't learned why Red Alert avoids everyone.
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Red Alert was not social in any capacity or language you spoke of the word. His protocol clinging and various security hurdles had made it even more so as even the most patient of mechs would become frustrated at the new pass code or procedure they had to go through to get around. Thus during times when he wasn’t going around complaining about lack of security and miscreants destroying his cameras, he fell into the back of processors and forgotten by the group completely. Until their active CMO began to find time to be around or even talk to the Lamborghini.
The act at first attributed to Firs Aid’s kind nature and how with easier access to Cybertron Inferno was not as constant as he once was around the security director. Those who were more observant noticed however it was not so much that, as they watched Red Alert attempt to dodge being in the room with the CMO for any length of time outside of a professional reason. Even as First Aid doggedly kept attempting to pop up when the Lamborghini was not expecting such during off hours. Creating an odd sort of cat and mouse game that only those who either observed people professionally or did so for their own reason could see it happening. Most of those in Autobot City never noticing it.
Of course those who did notice, didn’t see any reason to intervene, and since First Aid’s brothers were not out for Red Alert’s spark there was that incentive to just watch things unfold.
First Aid knew about this, and how his brothers would send the mottled mixture of confusion, exasperation, and worry when he started to follow the retreating Lamborghini, but couldn’t find himself to care. Because he was noticing so many contradictions that made his need to help well up for some reason. The stand-offish attitude was normally destroyed if one noticed just how much Red Alert did to keep them all safe, and the subtle way shifts were rearranged under the excuse of Red Alert being a workaholic; even when if you looked at the schedules and recalled talks and such going on the changes usually happened when someone had been looking forward to something or would have been on shift with a mech they were currently fighting with. Or the way the Security Director was supposedly known for being overly strict and a pain in the aft, yet never was outside of what he had to do when disciplinary action was needed.
“You should probably just stop, you’re not really going to win this. Not overtly at least.”
The amused inflected voice of Smokescreen had First Aid looking up from his frustrated scrubbing of his tools. The doorwinged mech casually leaning against the door separating medbay from the hall and seeming completely at ease, if not for the serious expression upon faceplates.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The whole crusade to make a certain twitchy security bot to acknowledge that we are a social species like the humans you have going on. He’s been set in his ways to avoid ‘Emotional Hostages’ since the war started.”
“Emotional Hostages?”
“It’s what he calls letting others close to him, something about how it can be used against us all and just a bad idea in the long run with the casualty count rising. Oh, and the whole Inferno thing, it was mostly due to official duties. They were not as closely joined at the hip joint as everyone thinks, it just seemed like it because Inferno was the only mech Red Alert was usually around during off hours.”
“That doesn’t mean he needs to shut himself off from everyone.”
“I’ve been saying that for vorns, but he’s got more reason backing his idea in his mind now after Autobot City was attacked.”
Smokescreen gave an understanding look at the sudden flinch at the mention of that, most of those still alive from the time of the Ark were still raw emotionally over that. No one even daring to mention it at all in hearing of any of the Dinobots. However, Smokescreen had finally gotten tired of watching the young CMO throw himself at this brick wall.
“He decided long ago that he rather everyone hate him, then to be hurt by him in this war. So, you should probably just save your energy and stop trying.”
First Aid just stared at the now closed door after Smokescreen had left. He couldn’t wrap his cpu around willingly wanting others to hate you.
Pairing/Characters: Red Alert and First Aid; Smokescreen, mentions of other Protectobots and other autobots
Prompt: 14. Hate Me
Rating: K/Pg
Warnings: Unbeta'd, slight hints and mentions of deaths and events from TF:The Movie
Summary: Smokescreen takes pity on a CMO that hasn't learned why Red Alert avoids everyone.
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Red Alert was not social in any capacity or language you spoke of the word. His protocol clinging and various security hurdles had made it even more so as even the most patient of mechs would become frustrated at the new pass code or procedure they had to go through to get around. Thus during times when he wasn’t going around complaining about lack of security and miscreants destroying his cameras, he fell into the back of processors and forgotten by the group completely. Until their active CMO began to find time to be around or even talk to the Lamborghini.
The act at first attributed to Firs Aid’s kind nature and how with easier access to Cybertron Inferno was not as constant as he once was around the security director. Those who were more observant noticed however it was not so much that, as they watched Red Alert attempt to dodge being in the room with the CMO for any length of time outside of a professional reason. Even as First Aid doggedly kept attempting to pop up when the Lamborghini was not expecting such during off hours. Creating an odd sort of cat and mouse game that only those who either observed people professionally or did so for their own reason could see it happening. Most of those in Autobot City never noticing it.
Of course those who did notice, didn’t see any reason to intervene, and since First Aid’s brothers were not out for Red Alert’s spark there was that incentive to just watch things unfold.
First Aid knew about this, and how his brothers would send the mottled mixture of confusion, exasperation, and worry when he started to follow the retreating Lamborghini, but couldn’t find himself to care. Because he was noticing so many contradictions that made his need to help well up for some reason. The stand-offish attitude was normally destroyed if one noticed just how much Red Alert did to keep them all safe, and the subtle way shifts were rearranged under the excuse of Red Alert being a workaholic; even when if you looked at the schedules and recalled talks and such going on the changes usually happened when someone had been looking forward to something or would have been on shift with a mech they were currently fighting with. Or the way the Security Director was supposedly known for being overly strict and a pain in the aft, yet never was outside of what he had to do when disciplinary action was needed.
“You should probably just stop, you’re not really going to win this. Not overtly at least.”
The amused inflected voice of Smokescreen had First Aid looking up from his frustrated scrubbing of his tools. The doorwinged mech casually leaning against the door separating medbay from the hall and seeming completely at ease, if not for the serious expression upon faceplates.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The whole crusade to make a certain twitchy security bot to acknowledge that we are a social species like the humans you have going on. He’s been set in his ways to avoid ‘Emotional Hostages’ since the war started.”
“Emotional Hostages?”
“It’s what he calls letting others close to him, something about how it can be used against us all and just a bad idea in the long run with the casualty count rising. Oh, and the whole Inferno thing, it was mostly due to official duties. They were not as closely joined at the hip joint as everyone thinks, it just seemed like it because Inferno was the only mech Red Alert was usually around during off hours.”
“That doesn’t mean he needs to shut himself off from everyone.”
“I’ve been saying that for vorns, but he’s got more reason backing his idea in his mind now after Autobot City was attacked.”
Smokescreen gave an understanding look at the sudden flinch at the mention of that, most of those still alive from the time of the Ark were still raw emotionally over that. No one even daring to mention it at all in hearing of any of the Dinobots. However, Smokescreen had finally gotten tired of watching the young CMO throw himself at this brick wall.
“He decided long ago that he rather everyone hate him, then to be hurt by him in this war. So, you should probably just save your energy and stop trying.”
First Aid just stared at the now closed door after Smokescreen had left. He couldn’t wrap his cpu around willingly wanting others to hate you.