This is totally not what this was originally supposed to be...
But then Springer demanded attention, and wouldn't leave me alone. It was supposed to be about the Twins and Perceptor getting captured and Perceptor seducing a 'Con to get them out, but then this bunny occured and I couldn't resist. Because, really, I <3 SpringerxPerceptor.
Title: Surprise, Surprise
Series: Close Drabblings Of The Third Kind (05/??)
Characters: Sideswipe, Springer, Perceptor, Others
Pairings: SpringerxPerceptor, a bit of vague SunstreakerxPerceptor
Summary: Sideswipe had never thought that Perceptor could be seductive. A meeting with the Wreckers proves him wrong.
Disclaimer: I no own. This makes me sad. But fanfiction makes me happy, so it all works out in the end.
This was, Sideswipe decided, one of the most disturbing things he had ever seen. Since arriving on Earth, Perceptor had gained a reputation - one as an absent-minded, naïve, slightly oblivious scientist. Sideswipe was one of the few who knew of the microscope’s more mischevious side, through the two’s dealings in pranks, but even he didn’t know what to think of this.
The reactions of the Ark’s crew to the news that the Wreckers were ‘stopping in for a visit’ had been widely varied. There were a few in awe, some scared, others confused - mainly those who had been asleep during the four million years during which the Wreckers had bee building their reputation- and most worried. Perceptor had been singled out from the masses by being the only one who was joyful. Oh, others were excited, but Perceptor had practically been glowing with happy feelings since the crew had been informed. Sideswipe thinks he might understand now, but he still isn’t sure how to take this.
Of course, it would be helpful if the other Wreckers weren’t treating it like a completely normal occurance. Sandstorm seemed to be holding a discussion with Smokescreen - normally Sideswipe would have joined them, but his processor hurt too much right now to deal with all the evasive comments sure to abound. Topspin had long ago been hauled off by First Aid and Swoop, who wanted advice on the best way to deal with field repairs, as that was the Wrecker’s medic’s specialty. Whirl seemed to be having and animated discussion with - of all mechs - Bumblebee. A few others were watching the pair, unsure as to whether such an interaction was good for the yellow special ops agent, or if they had the right to pull him away. And though Sideswipe wasn’t the only one watching Perceptor, none of the Wreckers showed any interest in the red Autobot’s actions. Except Springer.
Springer who seemed to be trying to ignore the microscope - Springer who seemed to be failing. Horribly. Because Perceptor’s hands were running almost-idly over the triple-changers back, talking softly in words that Sideswipe doesn’t understand. Somehow, though, he doubts that the meaning of the words is important, not nearly as much as the tone. And Springer’s optics are nearly completely dark now. So, no, the red Lamborgini really has no clue what to think of this.
Only then, TwinTwist seems to take pity on Prime’s crew. Or at least, as close to pity as he can get while still being this amused. “Springer, would you stop trying to ignore him and just get a room?”
The silence that follows that proclamation is stunning. Briefly, Springer seems to be considering attacking Twist, but then Perceptor trails one hand down the green mech’s arm. Suddenly Springer fragging growls, grabs the microscope, and drags him out of the rec room. And then Roadbuster laughs.
“One of these days Springer is going to realize that, when it comes to seduction, Perceptor will always be the master.”
And the truly terrifying thing about it? Sideswipe can feel Sunstreaker considering the fact that Perceptor had looked more than a little appealing.
Not as long as some of my other ones, but that's alright. It was fun.