Something To Live For
Title: Something To Live For
Author:
Fandom: Transformers
Prompt: Promise
Character/Pairing: Flattop/Pursuit
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,025
Summary: Pursuit never thought she was anything special, so why does this mech keep coming back?
Author’s Note/Disclaimer:
Horizons could be beautiful things, she thought. They were often beautifully colored with just the right amount of soft light to make them glow, rather than shine, and then there would be just that one shadow or shape moving against it as a sort of contrast.
Pursuit smiled to herself, remembering some of the stories she’d read on borrowed datapads when she had some free time. Maybe she should try and borrow one again, see if it had a nice horizon described in it. She wondered if she’d ever end up like those characters she read about - standing and gazing off into the horizon, watching and waiting for her one true love to appear like a dark shape against the myriad of colors.
Her smile widened a little at the thought. He’d come towards her, and then he’d call her name.
“Pursuit!” he’d call. “I’m back!”
She almost laughed at that - almost. There was no way anything like that could really happen of course. Mechs barely looked at her, barely knew her as anything besides that mechanic-femme. Must be the colors, she thought. Black and ash didn’t exactly stand out amongst all those multi-hued femmes, not that she minded. Besides, after she got out of the med-center, there was even less of a chance of anyone noticing her. Who would want a scarred and broken femme?
Well, except that one mech who kept coming to visit, the one who’d brought her here. Flattop, he’d said his name was. Bit of a funny name. As far as she could recall, he wasn’t really flat anywhere. Maybe because his wings were flat, or maybe he transformed into something that was flat on top. She’d have to ask him if he came to see her again, and also ask why he kept coming back.
Speaking of wings, she wondered if she’d ever get her doorwings back….
[Pursuit, I’m back]
Heh, now she was hearing things. She could have sworn she heard someone calling her name and saying the exact words she’d been thinking.
[Pursuit? Can you hear me?]
Oh wait, that was her comm.link beeping. That familiar grey sensation wrapped itself around her before her vision cleared and she looked up through the clear liquid she was lying in and saw a familiar figure bending over the clear lid.
[Pursuit?]
[Flattop?]
[Yeah, its me. How are you doing?]
[As well as anyone can be, lying in a permanent oil-bath.]
[You were smiling when I came in. Were you dreaming?]
[I guess I was.]
He smiled at that. Something of a young-ish smile that she saw in a sparkling, mixed with a touch of the fond smile of an old creator. It looked kind of cute on him. He probably charmed a lot of femmes with that smile.
[What were you dreaming of?]
[Horizons.]
[Horizons?]
[Yes. I like them. It’s silly, I know. I mean, you being a flier, you must get to see a lot of them, so it’s probably nothing to you.]
Primus, what was she saying? Rambling again, and to a stranger at that, what was wrong with her? Wonderful. Plain, broken and now going crazy. Just what she needed really - not. She stopped speaking abruptly and frowned, not wanting to scare away the only bot that came to see her on a regular basis who was not a medic. She liked his visits. It was really lonely here without anyone to talk to. Sure, the medics came to check on her, but none of them ever really stayed to talk to her. They just checked her chart and readings, then left. Never a ‘how are you?’ or ‘feeling better?’.
[Pursuit? Are you alright?]
She looked up again to see the blue mech leaning close to the capsule, worry all over his face as he looked her over, trying to see what had made her frown like that. He really did look quite the handsome mech, she thought. Probably already had a mate of his own, but then…
[Why do you keep coming back here?]
The question seemed to startle him, she noted.
[I… well… I did promise to come see you.]
[Yes, but why? Why make a promise to someone you don’t know.]
[I’d like to. Know you, I mean.] He looked a little sheepish. [You’re an interesting femme and I think you’re someone I’d like to know better.]
Pursuit felt her cheekplates warm at that. He found her interesting, though she couldn’t imagine why. Though she had to admit that part of her wanted to get to know him better, too.
[Are you sure your mate wont mind?]
He actually grinned at that. [I don’t have a mate.]
[Oh.] She felt that warmth again. [I’m a bit of a wreck though. It’s going to look rather odd when all your Iaconian friends see you talking to a beaten-up femme with only one door.]
[And then I’d tell them how brave that femme was, facing Seekers all alone in order to protect her creation.]
[Some would call it stupid, rather than brave.]
He chuckled and shook his head. [As for the door, I think I’ll be passing by Praxus again. I could stop and look for it.]
She stared at him. [You… you don’t really have to go through all that trouble. Especially for someone like me, I mean, you’re an Iaconian officer. Surely you have more important things to do than search through rubble for a door.]
[It’s no trouble at all, my dear femme. You have my respect and admiration for what you did. I’d consider it an honor, and if I can't find your door, I’ll have the techs construct a new pair for you. I promise.]
He touched the lid of the capsule just above her head, the tenderest expression on his face, and Pursuit felt her spark give off a little twitch.
[Thank you.]
A wink. [Then when you’re all fixed up again, perhaps we’ll catch one of those horizons that you seem to like so much.]
Pursuit smiled at him then. [I’d like that.]
~END.
I personally think this is the weakest of the 10 Prompts so far, but oh well...