Only In This 'Family' Chapter Two
*poses* I've finally finished it! This chapter gave me hell. No, seriously - it didn't want to be written. Partial credit goes out to
kirin_sagahere - the conversation between Fig, Perceptor and Swoop is her's. It's extremely likely that there's other bits here that were inspired by her, but I can't really remember right now... Oh, and I managed to avoid spanish in this chapter! Well, sorta. There's one word, and I know I've got that right, so....
Chapter Three will introduce a whole slew of characters, and hopefully I'll be able to actually fit some stuff in that'll further the plot. *le gasp* Amazing, I know.
Title: Only In This 'Family' (02/??)
Characters: Swoop, Perceptor, Figueroa, Lennox, Ratchet, Ironhide, mentioned Sarah Lennox and Annabelle Lennox
Pairings: RatchetxWheeljackxPerceptor
Summary: Swoop makes planet fall, bringing along a bit of a surprise. A surprise which Fig promptly sets about teaching. Sequel to 'On The Universal Pride Of Those Identified As Male'.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Ironhide was not really paying a huge amount of attention to his passengers - the humans had proven amazingly adept at entertaining themselves, leaving him free to ponder the current circumstances of life. Or, more accurately, rant at Ratchet over his internal comm. system. Because, really, why did he have to be the one sent to pick up Swoop and Perceptor? Yes, he was closest. Yes, he was already heading towards the Ark, which had been stationed outside of Tranquility, in a military zone, of course, where civilians weren’t allowed to go (even if that hadn’t stopped some of the teenagers - that had been taken care of. Though Ironhide did wonder why their base was being referred to as the ‘Local Area 51’.)
Okay, so it wasn’t really that much trouble. Well, it wouldn’t be once he’d convinced Swoop not to attack him - which wouldn’t be much of a problem since Perceptor was there as well. Thank Primus for small mercies - he only had to deal with one of the three’s creations, rather than all five. The least violent of them, as well - not that he wasn’t willing to fight. It was just that Ratchet and Wheeljack were surprisingly unwilling to fix injuries caused by provoking their children.
Lennox’s hand reached out to touch his wheel - a sign that he wanted to hold a conversation, as Ironhide had learned. With an annoyed rumble of his engine, he turned his attention to the human male.
“Yes?”
“You missed the turn-off to Fig’s house.”
“...” Normally he’d curse, but Sarah seemed quite intent on her child not learning any of those words (“I’ll say whatever I want to, human.” “Not if you don’t want to be painted bright orange with purple puppies, you won’t.”)
It was one of those days. You know the kind - the days when anything and everything that can possibly go wrong, did. Yeah, those days. Fig was having one. And he wasn’t too happy about it. He’d taken to speaking only in Spanish - the child (at least, he was fairly certain it was a child…) had yet to learn English, so Fig was teaching him (did giant robot aliens have genders?) Spanish instead. That had proven a bit of a fiasco…
“Can you say Gracias?”
“Grasse.”
“No, gracias.”
“What you doing with him Perceptor?”
“I’m teaching him a civilized language.”
“…English not civilized?”
It had taken a call from Ratchet to convince Swoop that Figueroa was safe - that had been confusing.
“Let me talk to Perceptor, please.”
“Him Perceptor no able to come to phone right now. Leave message at beep. Beeeeeeep.”
Seriously, where did the dinosaur (okay, so he wasn’t actually a dinosaur, but it was easier to think of him as one.) learn that? At least it was nearly over - Lennox was coming and soon this would all qualify as ‘Not My Problem.’ He hoped (of course, he also hoped he’d get a bonus for this, but he doubted that he would, so…)
Annabelle practically bounded out of the truck. Sometimes the child left Ironhide baffled - he’d thought only rabbits had the ability to run-hop. The girl was already knocking at the door by the time Will and Sarah had gotten far enough away for him to safely transform into his mech form.
Thankfully, they’d also gotten far enough away that they weren’t in any danger when Swoop ‘informed’ him of the stupidity of transforming. Swoop, of course, did this in the form so common in his family - he came barreling from the sky, attacking Ironhide’s head. What was it with Ratchet and his spawn being obsessed with attacking other ‘Bots’ heads, exactly? There was a sound of screaming - Sarah if he was correct, as well as wailing… Two completely different pitches of wailing, at that. What?
Despite having a cannon charging, ready to take aim, he found his sensors turning instead to focus on the source of crying. And nearly froze when he saw what seemed eerily like a sparkling Perceptor. What. The. Slag?
Swoop circled overhead, becoming more distressed with every second that the black mech stared at the scientist-turned-sparkling. With a screech, he dove again, as though to distract him.
“Fraggit, Swoop! Stop, it’s just me!”
Despite the familiarity of the other’s voice, Swoop found he couldn’t quite place it with a name - someone he’d known back at the beginning of the war, then. “And who you?”
“Ironhide, ya stupid hawk!” Swoop tilted his head, considering another attack, just for the last comment. He remembered him Ironhide now, and him Ratchet had said that the other would be coming to take them to the Ark. Only him Perceptor was upset, and him Grimlock told Swoop to care for sparkling, so that took priority.
Hours later, Swoop was curled up in pteranodon mode, sitting inside Ironhide’s truck bed, with the male Lennox, Perceptor and the human sparkling being shielded under his wing - which was raised up slightly to give room for the smaller beings to sit up under the tarp secured to Ironhide. Lennox wasn’t happy about being back here, but there was no way he was going to leave Belle out here with two new-to-earth Autobots. Even if one was a child (sparkling, he corrected himself.) Ironhide, unsurprisingly, hadn’t been too keen about letting her back there either, but apparently she had rapidly become attached to ‘Pee-sip-toe’.
Ahh, the glory of a child’s developing language skills.
kirin_sagahere - the conversation between Fig, Perceptor and Swoop is her's. It's extremely likely that there's other bits here that were inspired by her, but I can't really remember right now... Oh, and I managed to avoid spanish in this chapter! Well, sorta. There's one word, and I know I've got that right, so....
Chapter Three will introduce a whole slew of characters, and hopefully I'll be able to actually fit some stuff in that'll further the plot. *le gasp* Amazing, I know.
Title: Only In This 'Family' (02/??)
Characters: Swoop, Perceptor, Figueroa, Lennox, Ratchet, Ironhide, mentioned Sarah Lennox and Annabelle Lennox
Pairings: RatchetxWheeljackxPerceptor
Summary: Swoop makes planet fall, bringing along a bit of a surprise. A surprise which Fig promptly sets about teaching. Sequel to 'On The Universal Pride Of Those Identified As Male'.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Ironhide was not really paying a huge amount of attention to his passengers - the humans had proven amazingly adept at entertaining themselves, leaving him free to ponder the current circumstances of life. Or, more accurately, rant at Ratchet over his internal comm. system. Because, really, why did he have to be the one sent to pick up Swoop and Perceptor? Yes, he was closest. Yes, he was already heading towards the Ark, which had been stationed outside of Tranquility, in a military zone, of course, where civilians weren’t allowed to go (even if that hadn’t stopped some of the teenagers - that had been taken care of. Though Ironhide did wonder why their base was being referred to as the ‘Local Area 51’.)
Okay, so it wasn’t really that much trouble. Well, it wouldn’t be once he’d convinced Swoop not to attack him - which wouldn’t be much of a problem since Perceptor was there as well. Thank Primus for small mercies - he only had to deal with one of the three’s creations, rather than all five. The least violent of them, as well - not that he wasn’t willing to fight. It was just that Ratchet and Wheeljack were surprisingly unwilling to fix injuries caused by provoking their children.
Lennox’s hand reached out to touch his wheel - a sign that he wanted to hold a conversation, as Ironhide had learned. With an annoyed rumble of his engine, he turned his attention to the human male.
“Yes?”
“You missed the turn-off to Fig’s house.”
“...” Normally he’d curse, but Sarah seemed quite intent on her child not learning any of those words (“I’ll say whatever I want to, human.” “Not if you don’t want to be painted bright orange with purple puppies, you won’t.”)
It was one of those days. You know the kind - the days when anything and everything that can possibly go wrong, did. Yeah, those days. Fig was having one. And he wasn’t too happy about it. He’d taken to speaking only in Spanish - the child (at least, he was fairly certain it was a child…) had yet to learn English, so Fig was teaching him (did giant robot aliens have genders?) Spanish instead. That had proven a bit of a fiasco…
“Can you say Gracias?”
“Grasse.”
“No, gracias.”
“What you doing with him Perceptor?”
“I’m teaching him a civilized language.”
“…English not civilized?”
It had taken a call from Ratchet to convince Swoop that Figueroa was safe - that had been confusing.
“Let me talk to Perceptor, please.”
“Him Perceptor no able to come to phone right now. Leave message at beep. Beeeeeeep.”
Seriously, where did the dinosaur (okay, so he wasn’t actually a dinosaur, but it was easier to think of him as one.) learn that? At least it was nearly over - Lennox was coming and soon this would all qualify as ‘Not My Problem.’ He hoped (of course, he also hoped he’d get a bonus for this, but he doubted that he would, so…)
Annabelle practically bounded out of the truck. Sometimes the child left Ironhide baffled - he’d thought only rabbits had the ability to run-hop. The girl was already knocking at the door by the time Will and Sarah had gotten far enough away for him to safely transform into his mech form.
Thankfully, they’d also gotten far enough away that they weren’t in any danger when Swoop ‘informed’ him of the stupidity of transforming. Swoop, of course, did this in the form so common in his family - he came barreling from the sky, attacking Ironhide’s head. What was it with Ratchet and his spawn being obsessed with attacking other ‘Bots’ heads, exactly? There was a sound of screaming - Sarah if he was correct, as well as wailing… Two completely different pitches of wailing, at that. What?
Despite having a cannon charging, ready to take aim, he found his sensors turning instead to focus on the source of crying. And nearly froze when he saw what seemed eerily like a sparkling Perceptor. What. The. Slag?
Swoop circled overhead, becoming more distressed with every second that the black mech stared at the scientist-turned-sparkling. With a screech, he dove again, as though to distract him.
“Fraggit, Swoop! Stop, it’s just me!”
Despite the familiarity of the other’s voice, Swoop found he couldn’t quite place it with a name - someone he’d known back at the beginning of the war, then. “And who you?”
“Ironhide, ya stupid hawk!” Swoop tilted his head, considering another attack, just for the last comment. He remembered him Ironhide now, and him Ratchet had said that the other would be coming to take them to the Ark. Only him Perceptor was upset, and him Grimlock told Swoop to care for sparkling, so that took priority.
Hours later, Swoop was curled up in pteranodon mode, sitting inside Ironhide’s truck bed, with the male Lennox, Perceptor and the human sparkling being shielded under his wing - which was raised up slightly to give room for the smaller beings to sit up under the tarp secured to Ironhide. Lennox wasn’t happy about being back here, but there was no way he was going to leave Belle out here with two new-to-earth Autobots. Even if one was a child (sparkling, he corrected himself.) Ironhide, unsurprisingly, hadn’t been too keen about letting her back there either, but apparently she had rapidly become attached to ‘Pee-sip-toe’.
Ahh, the glory of a child’s developing language skills.