Lover100 - 072 Fixed - Potential
Title: Potential.
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters/Pairings: Pursuit, Patrol
Table: A
Prompt: #072 Fixed.
Rating: G
Genre: Relationships - family
Word Count: 801
Summary: Pursuit has a little accident while trying to fix a light
Disclaimer: Transformers general concept is Hasbro’s. Pursuit and Patrol are mine.
Author Notes: Story happens when Pursuit is still very young, and living with her creator, Patrol.
A bang, followed by a crash and a slightly stifled cry, coming from the adjacent room made Patrol look up from cleaning his rifle and incline his head towards the sound. He’d left his little sparkling there playing with some toys and gone into his own quarters to service his weapon.
The young femme had a knack for taking apart gadgets to see how they worked before trying to put them back together again, so he’d bought her a few contraptions and let her play contently by herself for a while till he finished what he was doing. All had been well until that sound.
“Pursuit?” he called. “Are you alright?”
Silence met his audios and he worried, starting to rise.
The sparkling was all he had since his own mate died some time before she’d been created, and he had promised to look after the little one to the best of his ability. No harm would befall her as long as she was under his watch.
“Pursuit?”
There was a shuffle and a whimper, but still no answer as Patrol went to the door to see what had happened. He found the young femme picking herself off the floor. A stool lay toppled beside her and a light fixture sparked overhead. Fluid bled from a cut on her hand, and she looked at him with bright blue optics that were trying very hard not to tear.
It didn’t take him long to put the events together as he picked her up in his arms and cuddled her, but he decided to let her tell him her version of it.
“What happened, little one?” he asked.
“The light blew,” she said, matter-of-factly. “You were busy so I wanted to fix it myself, but I couldn’t reach it. I thought the stool would help so I climbed on that, but it was wobbly, and I fell.”
“Is that how you hurt your hand?”
She shook her head, doorwings drooping slightly. “I cut it on the light.” She looked up at it sadly.
Patrol meanwhile was busy examining her hand. The cut was shallow and easy to patch with a piece of magna-strip to protect it from infection while it healed.
“That was dangerous, m’femme,” he said. “You could have been seriously hurt.”
“But I’m not. I was careful. It was just the stool. I can fix the light, really! Let me show you.” Her doors rose a little hopefully. “Please?”
Patrol sighed. How in Primus’ name was he supposed to resist this little femme when she looked at him like that? Slag but she had a good bit of his mate in her - that unshakable determination to never give up. She would have loved this sparkling as much as he did. He picked up her injured hand and gently kissed the back of it.
“Alright, but let me fix your hand first?”
She nodded as he set her on a table and retrieved the magna-strip. She held out her hand to him, biting her lower lip and watching intently as he cleaned and sealed the wound, doors twitching slightly.
“That’ll make it all better?” she asked.
“Yup. In a few days the cut will be gone,” he replied, patting her arm. “So? Ready to fix that light?”
“Yes!” she nodded eagerly. “Umm… but you’ll have to help me. I can't reach.”
Patrol chuckled, lifted her up and set her on his shoulder securely before walking back to the light. Pursuit found herself in easy reach now and a started to fiddle with the mechanism, her gentle features scrunched up in a bit of a frown as her small fingers started to connect wires here and patch bits of circuitry there.
Her creator watched her with optics that twinkled with just a little bit of pride. She was showing definite promise in the engineering field, and he ran through several possibilities of helping her improve her skills - if she wanted to of course. It didn’t matter what she wanted to do or be, as long as she was happy with her chosen path, and he would do everything in his power to make sure she got what she wanted.
“Fixed it!” she called, throwing a switch and bathing the whole room in light.
“That’s my clever femme,” Patrol replied. He took her off his shoulder, but kept her in his arms, cuddling her again and smiling when he saw her doors perk and flap. “I knew you could do it. Well done, little one.”
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Pursuit said, snuggling close. “Love you.”
Patrol gently kissed her forehead. “I love you, too, my beautiful little.”
~END.
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