G1 Swindle, G1 Vortex. Still 'working things out.'
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Swindle stomped back through the forest, his footfalls now all too audible despite the springy surface. Crossing the clearing, he made his way to the back room. I don’t give a damn, he told himself the whole way. Who cares? It’s over, anyway. And I am gonna find out where that scientist is and he is gonna help me break the sparkbond, even if I have to hold a gun to his head to get him to do it!
Once inside the back room, Swindle paused, his optics falling upon this team mate. Vortex was still in recharge, but it seemed lighter now. Swindle looked at him long and hard, his mind still going over the conversation with Perceptor. As such, he found himself in a state of suspension between his two worlds, wanting to preoccupy himself with the ‘copter but unable to tear his mind from the implications of what the scientist had said.
Perceptor’s tone - oh, the Autobot was really wound up about things. Swindle could only assume that his counterpart must be his sparkmate too - that would explain the concern. It probably didn’t augur well for Swindle - but why should he care ?
They wouldn’t find him anyway. And even if they did, his sparkmate could handle himself.
And I’ve done the right thing - didn’t give him away - more than he deserves!
Yet, Swindle could not help the nagging doubts: what if he does find him .....
And Perceptor had said ‘they.’ How many were looking - and what were they going to do if they found him?
Perceptor wouldn’t tell me that. Oh well - AS IF I CARE.
A great ache resounded through Swindle’s spark once again. I do care - that’s the trouble. I care more than anything in the universe.
I could not bear it if something happened to Swindle.
I have to warn him.
Yet he looked at Vortex again and a wave of emotion swept through him, a great longing to just get down there and lose himself in the copter again. How much simpler that alternative was! His team mate who he loved also - he reflected with a *pang* - had always loved. Yet, he was forced to admit, even though right then he felt for Vortex in every last tiny circuit, the copter did not induce the intense feelings in his spark which his sparkmate did.
“Slag it!” Swindle whispered out loud. He had to warn him, somehow. Find him - and warn him.
Swindle looked at Vortex with deep regret, and not a little apprehension. He could not, he thought, awaken him and start explaining things. Vortex didn’t like ‘Slinky’ as he called him. He wouldn’t understand. He almost certainly wouldn’t be pleased. He may well order him to just leave the whole thing the slag alone and get Scorpanok to break the bond. May even get quite ‘physical’ about it. No - Swindle could not risk being injured or - as he admitted to himself was equally possible - being seduced again. On the other hand, he could not just leave him there with no explanation! With an exasperated sigh, he extracted a datapad and hastily keyed in a note:
“Vortex. Last night was everything I have wanted for as long as I can remember. It was amazing. You’re amazing. And I want it again. I have a feeling I am going to want it lots of times again. But I have to go and deal with something, first. My sparkbond, actually. With Slinky - as you call him. I’m going to break it. It was a mistake in the first place - we’re incompatible and Slinky does not love me, and I don’t feel the way I should either ….”
It was still true, after all. Still what he intended doing just as soon as he got Slinky out of harms way. Wasn’t it? Definitely! Yet it pained Swindle dreadfully to write this, and he stopped typing, as the ache in his chest was with him once again and tears pricked his optics. He thought: I’m in love with said Slinky, and I can’t stand what this is doing to me, that is why I have to break the bond. But he did not write it.
Pulling himself together, he ignored the ache in his spark and persevered:
Stay here. Don’t go anywhere. I’m just going to find out how to get it done and organize the procedure, then I will be back. I promise.
Then he added: I am very sorry that I allowed the sparkbond to frag up the gestalt. I have “seen the light” now and intend putting an end to this nonsense. I will see you soon, a sparkbondless mech.
No, none of it was untrue. He’s just left out a few minor details! But it wouldn’t affect the time factor. Sure, he’d have to “fiddle” with comm. frequencies to get one to penetrate the caves, but he could do it. Then a few enquiries and a quick trip to see that scientist and he would be back.
Yet, Swindle the uncanniest feeling that, whatever happened next, he would not see the copter again for a while, and whilst the thought of this was nowhere near as painful as the thought of something happening to swindle, or of breaking the sparkbond, it was a far from easy proposition. So he stood gently contemplating his slumbering team mate, allowing immersion in thoughts of him to push the sparkbond away..
I do love you too, Vortex .....
He just wished that earlier Vortex had opened his end of the gestalt bond. Somehow, he imagined, it would have made everything easier.
Crossing over to his gestalt partner, he knelt down, caught the idling rotors and gently ran a hand along one of them.
“Good bye Vortex,” he whispered, placing the datapad where Vortex would see it when he came online
Closed post: Vortex and Swindle
Swindle stomped back through the forest, his footfalls now all too audible despite the springy surface. Crossing the clearing, he made his way to the back room. I don’t give a damn, he told himself the whole way. Who cares? It’s over, anyway. And I am gonna find out where that scientist is and he is gonna help me break the sparkbond, even if I have to hold a gun to his head to get him to do it!
Once inside the back room, Swindle paused, his optics falling upon this team mate. Vortex was still in recharge, but it seemed lighter now. Swindle looked at him long and hard, his mind still going over the conversation with Perceptor. As such, he found himself in a state of suspension between his two worlds, wanting to preoccupy himself with the ‘copter but unable to tear his mind from the implications of what the scientist had said.
Perceptor’s tone - oh, the Autobot was really wound up about things. Swindle could only assume that his counterpart must be his sparkmate too - that would explain the concern. It probably didn’t augur well for Swindle - but why should he care ?
They wouldn’t find him anyway. And even if they did, his sparkmate could handle himself.
And I’ve done the right thing - didn’t give him away - more than he deserves!
Yet, Swindle could not help the nagging doubts: what if he does find him .....
And Perceptor had said ‘they.’ How many were looking - and what were they going to do if they found him?
Perceptor wouldn’t tell me that. Oh well - AS IF I CARE.
A great ache resounded through Swindle’s spark once again. I do care - that’s the trouble. I care more than anything in the universe.
I could not bear it if something happened to Swindle.
I have to warn him.
Yet he looked at Vortex again and a wave of emotion swept through him, a great longing to just get down there and lose himself in the copter again. How much simpler that alternative was! His team mate who he loved also - he reflected with a *pang* - had always loved. Yet, he was forced to admit, even though right then he felt for Vortex in every last tiny circuit, the copter did not induce the intense feelings in his spark which his sparkmate did.
“Slag it!” Swindle whispered out loud. He had to warn him, somehow. Find him - and warn him.
Swindle looked at Vortex with deep regret, and not a little apprehension. He could not, he thought, awaken him and start explaining things. Vortex didn’t like ‘Slinky’ as he called him. He wouldn’t understand. He almost certainly wouldn’t be pleased. He may well order him to just leave the whole thing the slag alone and get Scorpanok to break the bond. May even get quite ‘physical’ about it. No - Swindle could not risk being injured or - as he admitted to himself was equally possible - being seduced again. On the other hand, he could not just leave him there with no explanation! With an exasperated sigh, he extracted a datapad and hastily keyed in a note:
“Vortex. Last night was everything I have wanted for as long as I can remember. It was amazing. You’re amazing. And I want it again. I have a feeling I am going to want it lots of times again. But I have to go and deal with something, first. My sparkbond, actually. With Slinky - as you call him. I’m going to break it. It was a mistake in the first place - we’re incompatible and Slinky does not love me, and I don’t feel the way I should either ….”
It was still true, after all. Still what he intended doing just as soon as he got Slinky out of harms way. Wasn’t it? Definitely! Yet it pained Swindle dreadfully to write this, and he stopped typing, as the ache in his chest was with him once again and tears pricked his optics. He thought: I’m in love with said Slinky, and I can’t stand what this is doing to me, that is why I have to break the bond. But he did not write it.
Pulling himself together, he ignored the ache in his spark and persevered:
Stay here. Don’t go anywhere. I’m just going to find out how to get it done and organize the procedure, then I will be back. I promise.
Then he added: I am very sorry that I allowed the sparkbond to frag up the gestalt. I have “seen the light” now and intend putting an end to this nonsense. I will see you soon, a sparkbondless mech.
No, none of it was untrue. He’s just left out a few minor details! But it wouldn’t affect the time factor. Sure, he’d have to “fiddle” with comm. frequencies to get one to penetrate the caves, but he could do it. Then a few enquiries and a quick trip to see that scientist and he would be back.
Yet, Swindle the uncanniest feeling that, whatever happened next, he would not see the copter again for a while, and whilst the thought of this was nowhere near as painful as the thought of something happening to swindle, or of breaking the sparkbond, it was a far from easy proposition. So he stood gently contemplating his slumbering team mate, allowing immersion in thoughts of him to push the sparkbond away..
I do love you too, Vortex .....
He just wished that earlier Vortex had opened his end of the gestalt bond. Somehow, he imagined, it would have made everything easier.
Crossing over to his gestalt partner, he knelt down, caught the idling rotors and gently ran a hand along one of them.
“Good bye Vortex,” he whispered, placing the datapad where Vortex would see it when he came online
Closed post: Vortex and Swindle