And I've finally done it!
After all this time, I've actually gotten out my promised PercexHook fic! And ya know what? ...I'm gonna have to write a sequel to it. The next one will be from Perceptor's point of view, because there's just as much to his story. Oh, and look, I've actually written ten of these things now!
And ya know what else? I'm not sure these two will leave me alone with these either - in fact, they are demanding fluff. And for Hook to find out that Perceptor had been reprogrammed (or for Perceptor to find out the Constructicons had been reprogrammed. I'm not sure which yet.). So we're looking at a companion fic, a before-everything-bad-happened fic and a they-find-out-the-truth fic. I swear, these two are going to be just as bad as the Wreckers and Perce are.
As I said before, this contains Perceptor, Hook, and Scrapper. Between there we have bitter feelings, old habits, and though it's not as obvious as I had hoped, cultural differences (aka, the differences between 'polite' behavior for Decepticons and 'polite' behavior for Autobots.) There ought to be more of that in the companion fic.
Title: Some Wounds Refuse To Heal
Series: Close Drabblings Of The Third Kind (G1, 10/??)
Characters: Perceptor, Hook, Scrapper
Pairings: Past PerceptorxHook
Summary: Hook and Perceptor meet again for the first time in a very long while.
Author's Notes: This is the first time I've written Hook, and I'm really hoping that I didn't destroy his character too much. I know he's supposed to be more stuffy than he is in this, but I tried to make him respond properly to the circumstances. Tell me if I failed too badly, please - I need to know so I can fix it in any later fics.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers, in any way shape or form. And, no, I really can't come up with anything more creative right now.
With an Autobot’s gun leveled at his head, things were not looking good for Hook. Normally he wouldn’t feel worried - generally, he could take a lone Autobot, and the few that he couldn’t would simply take him prisoner. But this one - well, there was a much larger danger level with him. Perceptor was a fighter, maybe not in the spark, but definitely in form; and no matter what the scientist said, Hook would never be able to feel comfortable with the idea of Perceptor as an Autobot.
The scientist regarded him silently, before, surprisingly offering up a greeting. The Constructicon wasn’t sure what to think of this - after all, they were enemies now.
“Just because we no longer seek to improve the universe in the same manner, we should not be polite?” And Hook nearly sneered, because he knows Perceptor better than this.
“Don’t try and play with me. I’ll not fall for it again.” Soft, hissing tone. No, not again.
And a near confused expression flits over the scientist’s face, before he straightens, voiding any permission he might have given his thoughts to display themselves through his posture.
“Nothing that happens in war is a game, Hook.” Perceptor’s tone is soft, almost chiding, as though Hook has made some kind of mistake. And he knows that he hasn’t, because he’s still with the Decepticon’s, and Perceptor… isn’t. Just isn’t.
“If you truly believed that, you would not treat it as such.” Because, as far as Hook is concerned, Perceptor does. It’s as though he doesn’t realize the true import of his actions, and that enrages Hook. Hook believes - knows - that Perceptor is not half the Autobot as others seem to think he is. It’s written in everything about him, from his alternate forms to his posture to his fragging habits.
He tenses as black - shining, gleaming black - hands rise and rest briefly on his cheek. He dares a glance at the microscope - tank, his mind screams, because that’s the alt-form he’s most familiar with - in shock. In what might have been betrayal, because how dare this bastardtouch him now? Now, vorns after he’d last taken that privilege, one that both before and after him had been reserved solely for his brothers, and thrown it in his face? As though it didn’t even matter that Hook had trusted him?
The green and purple Decepticon let loose what could only be described as a scream of outrage and struck out blindly at the mech in front of him. His sub-routines are shutting down in the face of the powerful emotion, but as he stands there, sees the almost sorrowful look that the Autobot is trying to force back, Hook can’t bring himself to hate the other mech. Part of him knows that he should call his brothers, that they should take the scientist back to Megatron - but if he does that then either his other Constructicons would kill him (from anger at the hurt the scientist had caused their brother) or their esteemed leader would (because that was the fate that traitors deserved, according to him.)
Instead, he turns, transforms, and pauses. Briefly, because he has to ask. It’s almost an impulse, but he still has to ask - it’s just something he has to do.
“Why won’t you come back?”
Perceptor just looks at him, and looks oh so tired. As though this is a conversation he doesn’t want to have, but is being forced to participate in anyway. Hook knows this isn’t true, because Perceptor is stronger than him, because Perceptor has the advantage here, and can end the conversation at any time he wants.
“Hook… I’ve moved on. I’m not a Decepticon anymore.” And, another statement that Perceptor doesn’t make - because, even now, he knows that Hook can’t handle it - that Perceptor wasn’t Hook’s anymore, either.
And Hook flees.
Scrapper was waiting for him. This wasn’t surprising - they were a gestalt, the others had surely felt his loss of control.
“What happened?” It’s fairly obvious that Scrapper had been expecting him to be hurt, or something, but he’s not and Scrapper’s going to be angry because Hook should be over this, but he’s not, so it doesn’t really matter…
He chooses to keep it simple. “Perceptor.”
Surprisingly, while Scrapper did get angry, the rage wasn’t directed at him, but at the absent triple changer.
“What did he do?”
“Nothing. Nothing new.” The truth, because Perceptor hasn’t changed that much. Despite his years as an Autobot, Perceptor was still Perceptor, and that stung
“It’s just… He still acts like one of us, Scrapper. He goes out of his way not to threaten anyone unintentionally. He watches his words, as though saying the wrong thing could get him hurt, which it won’t, because he’s one of them. He moves quietly, so as not to risk disturbing anyone, but he still makes enough noise that he won’t sneak-up on anyone accidentally. He still follows our code of conduct.” Which wasn’t much of a code though - more a series of understood rules of thumb and simple rules that are polite - a common-law amongst the Decepticon’s, so to speak. Even most of what there was didn’t extend to the battle - except for ‘Don’t Touch Someone Else’s Bondmate, No Matter The Faction.’ And that one was more observed because nobody really wanted to face off against a over-protective bondmate.
Scrapper doesn’t say anything, just watches him, and wishes there were some way to change the past. And he can't.
And ya know what else? I'm not sure these two will leave me alone with these either - in fact, they are demanding fluff. And for Hook to find out that Perceptor had been reprogrammed (or for Perceptor to find out the Constructicons had been reprogrammed. I'm not sure which yet.). So we're looking at a companion fic, a before-everything-bad-happened fic and a they-find-out-the-truth fic. I swear, these two are going to be just as bad as the Wreckers and Perce are.
As I said before, this contains Perceptor, Hook, and Scrapper. Between there we have bitter feelings, old habits, and though it's not as obvious as I had hoped, cultural differences (aka, the differences between 'polite' behavior for Decepticons and 'polite' behavior for Autobots.) There ought to be more of that in the companion fic.
Title: Some Wounds Refuse To Heal
Series: Close Drabblings Of The Third Kind (G1, 10/??)
Characters: Perceptor, Hook, Scrapper
Pairings: Past PerceptorxHook
Summary: Hook and Perceptor meet again for the first time in a very long while.
Author's Notes: This is the first time I've written Hook, and I'm really hoping that I didn't destroy his character too much. I know he's supposed to be more stuffy than he is in this, but I tried to make him respond properly to the circumstances. Tell me if I failed too badly, please - I need to know so I can fix it in any later fics.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers, in any way shape or form. And, no, I really can't come up with anything more creative right now.
With an Autobot’s gun leveled at his head, things were not looking good for Hook. Normally he wouldn’t feel worried - generally, he could take a lone Autobot, and the few that he couldn’t would simply take him prisoner. But this one - well, there was a much larger danger level with him. Perceptor was a fighter, maybe not in the spark, but definitely in form; and no matter what the scientist said, Hook would never be able to feel comfortable with the idea of Perceptor as an Autobot.
The scientist regarded him silently, before, surprisingly offering up a greeting. The Constructicon wasn’t sure what to think of this - after all, they were enemies now.
“Just because we no longer seek to improve the universe in the same manner, we should not be polite?” And Hook nearly sneered, because he knows Perceptor better than this.
“Don’t try and play with me. I’ll not fall for it again.” Soft, hissing tone. No, not again.
And a near confused expression flits over the scientist’s face, before he straightens, voiding any permission he might have given his thoughts to display themselves through his posture.
“Nothing that happens in war is a game, Hook.” Perceptor’s tone is soft, almost chiding, as though Hook has made some kind of mistake. And he knows that he hasn’t, because he’s still with the Decepticon’s, and Perceptor… isn’t. Just isn’t.
“If you truly believed that, you would not treat it as such.” Because, as far as Hook is concerned, Perceptor does. It’s as though he doesn’t realize the true import of his actions, and that enrages Hook. Hook believes - knows - that Perceptor is not half the Autobot as others seem to think he is. It’s written in everything about him, from his alternate forms to his posture to his fragging habits.
He tenses as black - shining, gleaming black - hands rise and rest briefly on his cheek. He dares a glance at the microscope - tank, his mind screams, because that’s the alt-form he’s most familiar with - in shock. In what might have been betrayal, because how dare this bastardtouch him now? Now, vorns after he’d last taken that privilege, one that both before and after him had been reserved solely for his brothers, and thrown it in his face? As though it didn’t even matter that Hook had trusted him?
The green and purple Decepticon let loose what could only be described as a scream of outrage and struck out blindly at the mech in front of him. His sub-routines are shutting down in the face of the powerful emotion, but as he stands there, sees the almost sorrowful look that the Autobot is trying to force back, Hook can’t bring himself to hate the other mech. Part of him knows that he should call his brothers, that they should take the scientist back to Megatron - but if he does that then either his other Constructicons would kill him (from anger at the hurt the scientist had caused their brother) or their esteemed leader would (because that was the fate that traitors deserved, according to him.)
Instead, he turns, transforms, and pauses. Briefly, because he has to ask. It’s almost an impulse, but he still has to ask - it’s just something he has to do.
“Why won’t you come back?”
Perceptor just looks at him, and looks oh so tired. As though this is a conversation he doesn’t want to have, but is being forced to participate in anyway. Hook knows this isn’t true, because Perceptor is stronger than him, because Perceptor has the advantage here, and can end the conversation at any time he wants.
“Hook… I’ve moved on. I’m not a Decepticon anymore.” And, another statement that Perceptor doesn’t make - because, even now, he knows that Hook can’t handle it - that Perceptor wasn’t Hook’s anymore, either.
And Hook flees.
Scrapper was waiting for him. This wasn’t surprising - they were a gestalt, the others had surely felt his loss of control.
“What happened?” It’s fairly obvious that Scrapper had been expecting him to be hurt, or something, but he’s not and Scrapper’s going to be angry because Hook should be over this, but he’s not, so it doesn’t really matter…
He chooses to keep it simple. “Perceptor.”
Surprisingly, while Scrapper did get angry, the rage wasn’t directed at him, but at the absent triple changer.
“What did he do?”
“Nothing. Nothing new.” The truth, because Perceptor hasn’t changed that much. Despite his years as an Autobot, Perceptor was still Perceptor, and that stung
“It’s just… He still acts like one of us, Scrapper. He goes out of his way not to threaten anyone unintentionally. He watches his words, as though saying the wrong thing could get him hurt, which it won’t, because he’s one of them. He moves quietly, so as not to risk disturbing anyone, but he still makes enough noise that he won’t sneak-up on anyone accidentally. He still follows our code of conduct.” Which wasn’t much of a code though - more a series of understood rules of thumb and simple rules that are polite - a common-law amongst the Decepticon’s, so to speak. Even most of what there was didn’t extend to the battle - except for ‘Don’t Touch Someone Else’s Bondmate, No Matter The Faction.’ And that one was more observed because nobody really wanted to face off against a over-protective bondmate.
Scrapper doesn’t say anything, just watches him, and wishes there were some way to change the past. And he can't.