Seeing You Anew
Title: Seeing You Anew
Author: me!
Fandom: Transformers
Prompt: Beautiful
Character/Pairing: Flattop/Pursuit
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,242
Summary: Flattop never realized he could be mesmerized by someone so simple.
Disobeying his creator like this couldn't be good for his health, Flattop figured, but Primus take it, if seeing that femme was making him sick, then he didn't want to get well. Her company was far more pleasant, and unlike his creator, she actually liked spending time in his company. Truth be told, he felt likewise. She was interesting, and not just because she was from out of town.
Pursuit was one of the few femmes he could have a decent conversation with that didn’t require him to stop and explain basic things every little while. Sure, there were some concepts that were foreign to her, but she caught on quickly to what he was trying to say. There was definitely high intelligence in that femme, which was completely refreshing to him. He figured she'd have to be smart, being an engineer by trade or so she said. He didn't think she was lying though. In his line of work he could tell quite easily when someone was telling the truth or not.
He was glad she was starting to get better. The treatment still went on, but at least she didn't cry so much or as badly as she had before. The medics had learned to be gentle with her or risk finding themselves slaving away at some field camp far away from Autobot-dominated territories, Flattop would personally see to it. Anything to make her smile, really. She was rather pretty when she did.
Oi... there he went again. He had to stop thinking of her as if she was his - she wasn't. In fact, the closer she came to recovery, the closer he was to losing her altogether - and he didn't want to. He had been prepared to let her go, only now he wasn't so sure if he could. She didn't look at him as his creator's mech or the Autobot Intelligence Officer or the Academy Instructor. She simply looked at him as him - Flattop.
Part of him selfishly wished he could get them to slow her treatment so that he could keep coming back to spend time with her, but he knew that was something too harsh to wish on her and could never actually bring himself to do it. Still, she did have quite a ways to go yet, and he was determined to make every moment count.
He breezed into the Nova Cronum Med Center and made his way down to her room, hoping she was awake as he had lots to tell her this day. As the door slid open and he stepped inside, he was still in thought about where to begin, but when he looked up and saw her, all thoughts and ideas died in his vocalizer.
Pursuit stood under a soft light with Triage, his sister, looking - to him at least - like a vision from Primus. All but the most severe of burns had healed, and she was now strong enough to carry her doors - both fully repaired, restored and reattached to her back - which only added to her gentle grace. Her red chevron had also been fixed and stood out sharply against the rest of her helm.
Triage noticed him first. "Hey, big brother!"
"I got my doors back," Pursuit said, and smiled at him.
Flattop all but melted. "That's great!" he half-squeaked out, then cleared his vocalizer. "I mean, I see. That's wonderful." He grinned helplessly.
"Well, I have a couple of other patients to check on, so I'll be back in a little while to get you your medication, okay Pursuit?" Triage said.
She nodded. "I'll be fine, Triage. My hero's here, I doubt he'll let anything bad happen to me." She winked at Flattop.
The medic headed to the door, pausing only to give her brother a poke in the torso as she leaned and whispered to him, "Careful Topper, stare at her any harder and your optics will pop out." She chuckled and left the room.
Flattop barely heard her, his optics continuing to roam over the femme's frame as she crossed the room and came towards him. Her paint was still dull, but he could imagine how she would look after a proper wash and wax, and the mental picture he painted only made him smile more.
Pursuit quirked an optic ridge at him. "Is everything alright, Flattop?" She tilted her head, catching the light with her chevron. "How has your day been?"
The mech finally found his vocalizer and simply said the first words in his mind. "Primus, you're beautiful." Then the rest of his processor caught up with him and he nearly smacked himself. "I mean, uh, my day has been... gorgeous... I mean, good."
She ducked her head and shrugged a little shyly. "I really don’t know what you see as beautiful, Flattop. I'm a mess, just look at me."
"I am." Again he caught himself. "I mean, it's just a little mess. Under all of that you're very pretty."
Primus, what was wrong with him? Why couldn't his processor form proper coherent thoughts and sentences? It was not as if he was seeing her for the first time! He'd been visiting her for so long now, they were practically old friends. However, this was the first time he was seeing her as she really was, his mind supplied him, and imagine how strong and vibrant she must be when completely healthy.
"I'm sure you must know prettier femmes in Iacon," she was saying, gaze still partly on the floor, unsure of why she felt her cheeks grow warm at the compliment. A few other mechs had called her pretty before and she had barely flinched, so she couldn’t understand why she was reacting to this mech's words like she was.
"They're alright," he said. "Some of them are multi-colored, optic-shorting pieces of plating though, I'm not kidding. Too much fuss and high maintenance. To see someone like you, simple beauty without any enhancements, its refreshing."
Pursuit shifted a little. "You're too kind, Flattop." She smiled at him a little. "You say that to all the injured femmes you save?"
He blinked. "N-no! I mean all that, sincerely. Besides, you're the only injured femme I've saved... and I'm glad I did."
She wobbled a little and he reached out to steady her. "Thanks."
"We should get you back to your berth. I wouldn't be much of a hero if I let something happen to you this far along in your treatment. That, and Triage will have my head for harming one of her patients."
Pursuit let him guide her back to her berth, where they then sat down together, feeling strangely comfortable in his arms. "Don't worry, I wont let her harm you."
Flattop chuckled. "You don't know my sister. She is evil."
"And she's going to kick your aft if you don't get out of the room and let me do my work," Triage said from the door.
Flattop visibly flinched and stood. Then he looked at Pursuit. "Until I next see you, beautiful." He winked at her and then headed out.
Pursuit looked after him as Triage came over to her. "He's a nice one."
Triage smiled a little knowingly. "That he is."
~END.