Concerning A Human Tradition
Title: Concerning A Human Tradition
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Skyfire, Perceptor, Inferno, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Wheeljack, Hound, Mirage, Optimus Prime, and several others briefly; One sided Red AlertxSkyfire, Briefly mentioned HoundxMirage
Word Count: 982
Warnings: Mech cursing
Summary: Skyfire recieves a gift.
Series: Concerning Skyfire's Unfortunate Courtship
Concerning Unneeded Inspections (Part 1), Concerning Unneeded Surveillance (Part 2), Concerning Much Needed Advice (Part 3), Concerning Several Related Incidents (Part 4), Concerning A Human Tradition (Part 5)
Notes: This one may have a bit of a rushed tone. Not sure if I'm happy with it.
There was a long period of time in which neither scientist spoke. Each had their optics locked on the strange item resting perilously close to their cluster of Petri dishes.
“What is it?” Skyfire asked.
“Why is it here?” Perceptor questioned in response.
The two exchanged a look before Skyfire reached out and grasped the object carefully between two fingers. “I think I know.”
“I have a theory as well.” The red mech replied.
Once more the two exchanged a look before each shot a glance at a nearby security camera that was focused intently on the pair.
“Supposedly the rumors have grown rather crude…” Skyfire murmured.
“According to Sideswipe, you have performed a large number of sexual acts in front of those cameras.” Perceptor noted.
“You believe him?”
“Goodness, no.”
The microscope turned from the table and moved toward the large door at the other end of the room. “Now shall we vacate the room so that your mysterious friend may lay out another gift?” he asked, turning to smile at the flier.
“Not friend: stalker.” Skyfire corrected, following after the other scientist.
Perceptor just smiled and lead the way out of the lab and toward the rec room.
Before Skyfire followed after him, he shot a brief glance around the room to see which cameras were trained on him. Finding what he hoped was a blind spot on his left; he carefully slipped the small object into a compartment in his hip armor.
Okay, admittedly, he liked the gift. It did represent a human tradition, but he still found himself enjoying it.
There was no harm in keeping a flower, right?
“It appears you are a hot topic today.” Perceptor noted, peering around the rec room as he sipped his energon.
Skyfire glanced around at the other scientist’s words, finding that nearly every mech in the room was watching him, with most sporting ridiculous grins. It made him feel uneasy.
“It seems so.” The flier agreed, taking a sip of his own cube.
“Hopefully Sideswipe has not started a new rumor.”
“No, it looks like he’s enjoying himself far more than that.” Skyfire said, gesturing to where he and Sunstreaker were visibly trying not to break out in peals of laughter.
While the two scientists watched the twins with interest, they missed the approach of another Autobot.
“Morning Percy. Morning Skyfire.” Hound greeted, causing both heads to be snapped back up to face him.
“Is there something we can do for you?” Skyfire asked, glancing nervously around the mech to where Mirage was glowering at him.
“Oh, no.” Hound replied, optics twinkling. “I’m just here to drop off a gift.” With that, the green scout extended his hand and set a single daisy on the table next to Skyfire’s hand. The flower was identical to the one he had found in the lab.
The scout only chuckled at Skyfire’s confused expression before he stepped to the side to allow his mate to step forward.
Mirage, shooting an annoyed glance at his bondmate, unceremoniously dropped a second daisy next to the first.
“Wait, why are you--?”Skyfire began.
“Oh… Oh dear.” Perceptor murmured beside him, optics wide. The flier quickly turned his optics on the source of his friend’s surprise.
The sight that greeted him had his jaw hanging open several inches. In front of their large table, every mech in the rec room had gathered in a single file line. Most wore stupid-huge grins, but every single one held a daisy.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding…” Skyfire groaned.
“Not on your life.” Sideswipe snorted, quickly adding his daisy to the pile.
“This is far funnier than any prank Sides could have pulled.” Sunstreaker added, setting his flower by the rest. His twin made an offended noise at the comment, but the two soon moved to the side with the rest.
The next few mechs went by in a blur. Tracks, Bumblebee, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, several others went by, adding a flower and usually a teasing comment.
Skyfire was only pulled out of his surprised daze when Optimus Prime himself set a flower at the top of the pile.
“S-Sir?” Skyfire squeaked.
“I think it’s cute.” The Prime said. “And it’s nice to see Red Alert obsessing over something other than his work.”
The flier gaped at him as he strolled away. He felt his last hope flutter away and he slumped back in the chair.
“I think everyone approves.”
Skyfire’s head snapped up, optics narrowing and locking on the next mech in line. “Traitor.” He spat.
Wheeljack chuckled, head fins flashing in tandem, before dumping his daisy next to Prime’s. “What? It’s kinda cute.”
Skyfire turned to look seriously at the red mech beside him. “Percy, you are my only friend.”
“Ouch, right in the spark.” Wheeljack chuckled, clasping his hands over his chest in mock pain. Then, with a brief wave in Perceptor’s direction, he moved out of the way.
“Well that seemed a little harsh.” Inferno noted with a grin, stepping up to the table once the engineer retreated. This time, five daises were added to the pile.
“Inferno.” Skyfire said darkly. “This has got to stop.”
“Does it?” the big rig asked, smirking. “Well I suppose I could tell Red that molesting your leg works better…”
“No!” Skyfire yelped. “I like the flowers!”
“Thought so.” Inferno chuckled. “Well, if you like them that much, how about humoring him with a date?”
“No.” Skyfire replied flatly. The crowd around them gave a collective groan, causing the flier’s optic ridge to twitch.
“Fine.” Inferno replied with a shrug.
There was a stretch of silence then, where the two mechs regarded each other evenly, almost daring the other mech to make another move.
“You know the saying ‘the calm before the storm’?” Inferno asked suddenly, face even.
“I do. Why?” Skyfire answered just as evenly.
“This is it.”
Slag it.
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Skyfire, Perceptor, Inferno, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Wheeljack, Hound, Mirage, Optimus Prime, and several others briefly; One sided Red AlertxSkyfire, Briefly mentioned HoundxMirage
Word Count: 982
Warnings: Mech cursing
Summary: Skyfire recieves a gift.
Series: Concerning Skyfire's Unfortunate Courtship
Concerning Unneeded Inspections (Part 1), Concerning Unneeded Surveillance (Part 2), Concerning Much Needed Advice (Part 3), Concerning Several Related Incidents (Part 4), Concerning A Human Tradition (Part 5)
Notes: This one may have a bit of a rushed tone. Not sure if I'm happy with it.
There was a long period of time in which neither scientist spoke. Each had their optics locked on the strange item resting perilously close to their cluster of Petri dishes.
“What is it?” Skyfire asked.
“Why is it here?” Perceptor questioned in response.
The two exchanged a look before Skyfire reached out and grasped the object carefully between two fingers. “I think I know.”
“I have a theory as well.” The red mech replied.
Once more the two exchanged a look before each shot a glance at a nearby security camera that was focused intently on the pair.
“Supposedly the rumors have grown rather crude…” Skyfire murmured.
“According to Sideswipe, you have performed a large number of sexual acts in front of those cameras.” Perceptor noted.
“You believe him?”
“Goodness, no.”
The microscope turned from the table and moved toward the large door at the other end of the room. “Now shall we vacate the room so that your mysterious friend may lay out another gift?” he asked, turning to smile at the flier.
“Not friend: stalker.” Skyfire corrected, following after the other scientist.
Perceptor just smiled and lead the way out of the lab and toward the rec room.
Before Skyfire followed after him, he shot a brief glance around the room to see which cameras were trained on him. Finding what he hoped was a blind spot on his left; he carefully slipped the small object into a compartment in his hip armor.
Okay, admittedly, he liked the gift. It did represent a human tradition, but he still found himself enjoying it.
There was no harm in keeping a flower, right?
“It appears you are a hot topic today.” Perceptor noted, peering around the rec room as he sipped his energon.
Skyfire glanced around at the other scientist’s words, finding that nearly every mech in the room was watching him, with most sporting ridiculous grins. It made him feel uneasy.
“It seems so.” The flier agreed, taking a sip of his own cube.
“Hopefully Sideswipe has not started a new rumor.”
“No, it looks like he’s enjoying himself far more than that.” Skyfire said, gesturing to where he and Sunstreaker were visibly trying not to break out in peals of laughter.
While the two scientists watched the twins with interest, they missed the approach of another Autobot.
“Morning Percy. Morning Skyfire.” Hound greeted, causing both heads to be snapped back up to face him.
“Is there something we can do for you?” Skyfire asked, glancing nervously around the mech to where Mirage was glowering at him.
“Oh, no.” Hound replied, optics twinkling. “I’m just here to drop off a gift.” With that, the green scout extended his hand and set a single daisy on the table next to Skyfire’s hand. The flower was identical to the one he had found in the lab.
The scout only chuckled at Skyfire’s confused expression before he stepped to the side to allow his mate to step forward.
Mirage, shooting an annoyed glance at his bondmate, unceremoniously dropped a second daisy next to the first.
“Wait, why are you--?”Skyfire began.
“Oh… Oh dear.” Perceptor murmured beside him, optics wide. The flier quickly turned his optics on the source of his friend’s surprise.
The sight that greeted him had his jaw hanging open several inches. In front of their large table, every mech in the rec room had gathered in a single file line. Most wore stupid-huge grins, but every single one held a daisy.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding…” Skyfire groaned.
“Not on your life.” Sideswipe snorted, quickly adding his daisy to the pile.
“This is far funnier than any prank Sides could have pulled.” Sunstreaker added, setting his flower by the rest. His twin made an offended noise at the comment, but the two soon moved to the side with the rest.
The next few mechs went by in a blur. Tracks, Bumblebee, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, several others went by, adding a flower and usually a teasing comment.
Skyfire was only pulled out of his surprised daze when Optimus Prime himself set a flower at the top of the pile.
“S-Sir?” Skyfire squeaked.
“I think it’s cute.” The Prime said. “And it’s nice to see Red Alert obsessing over something other than his work.”
The flier gaped at him as he strolled away. He felt his last hope flutter away and he slumped back in the chair.
“I think everyone approves.”
Skyfire’s head snapped up, optics narrowing and locking on the next mech in line. “Traitor.” He spat.
Wheeljack chuckled, head fins flashing in tandem, before dumping his daisy next to Prime’s. “What? It’s kinda cute.”
Skyfire turned to look seriously at the red mech beside him. “Percy, you are my only friend.”
“Ouch, right in the spark.” Wheeljack chuckled, clasping his hands over his chest in mock pain. Then, with a brief wave in Perceptor’s direction, he moved out of the way.
“Well that seemed a little harsh.” Inferno noted with a grin, stepping up to the table once the engineer retreated. This time, five daises were added to the pile.
“Inferno.” Skyfire said darkly. “This has got to stop.”
“Does it?” the big rig asked, smirking. “Well I suppose I could tell Red that molesting your leg works better…”
“No!” Skyfire yelped. “I like the flowers!”
“Thought so.” Inferno chuckled. “Well, if you like them that much, how about humoring him with a date?”
“No.” Skyfire replied flatly. The crowd around them gave a collective groan, causing the flier’s optic ridge to twitch.
“Fine.” Inferno replied with a shrug.
There was a stretch of silence then, where the two mechs regarded each other evenly, almost daring the other mech to make another move.
“You know the saying ‘the calm before the storm’?” Inferno asked suddenly, face even.
“I do. Why?” Skyfire answered just as evenly.
“This is it.”
Slag it.