fic: Dancing with Demons
Title: Dancing with Demons
Series: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Bluestreak, Hound
Summary: Sometimes you have to take a break from playing hide and seek.
Author’s Note: For tf_rare_pairing ’s Resurrection Sunday. Hi, I’m new. ^_^
“Ready or not, here I come!” Bluestreak was bounding through the forest as stealthily as he could. Which was probably about as stealthy as a giant robotic T-Rex in a grocery mart. He didn’t care, though; he was having fun. Rounding a couple of boulders, he came up to the side of the mountain and looked around for where his friend might be hiding. There was a cave just large enough for a Cybertronian to squeeze into, with a rocky overhang above the entrance that angled down to where there were a few small boulders.
The gunner wandered over and looked up at the overhang, momentarily lost in thought. Memories flashed by his optics. A place he tried very hard to forget. Explosions, smoke and fire, the sound of groaning metal as it twisted down over him. Onto him. He moved awkwardly, trying to step away, but stumbled and landed seated on the ground. Optics still fixed up towards the rock formation, he was trapped.
Hound had heard his young friend crash into the clearing happily, but after a few moments of quiet, the tracker peeked out from his hiding spot. Bluestreak’s back was to him and he was sitting on the ground, doorwings drooping, looking up towards a rocky outcrop. Slowly Hound made his way forward and, as he got closer, could hear quiet whimpering.
He sat down behind Bluestreak and gathered him in his arms, pulling his face down and away, and just held him quietly as he cried. After a few minutes, the crying subsided, his intakes only hitching every now and then.
“Everyone has demons that they dance with”, Hound said in a hushed voice, one hand rubbing Bluestreak’s back. “Sometimes the music stops and the demons leave, other times, they’re just taking a break until the next song starts up. I want you to know, if a demon tries to start dancing with you again”, he said, bringing the mech’s tear-stained face up to look him in the optics, smiling gently, “I will always cut in, and sweep you off your feet.”
Series: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Bluestreak, Hound
Summary: Sometimes you have to take a break from playing hide and seek.
Author’s Note: For tf_rare_pairing ’s Resurrection Sunday. Hi, I’m new. ^_^
“Ready or not, here I come!” Bluestreak was bounding through the forest as stealthily as he could. Which was probably about as stealthy as a giant robotic T-Rex in a grocery mart. He didn’t care, though; he was having fun. Rounding a couple of boulders, he came up to the side of the mountain and looked around for where his friend might be hiding. There was a cave just large enough for a Cybertronian to squeeze into, with a rocky overhang above the entrance that angled down to where there were a few small boulders.
The gunner wandered over and looked up at the overhang, momentarily lost in thought. Memories flashed by his optics. A place he tried very hard to forget. Explosions, smoke and fire, the sound of groaning metal as it twisted down over him. Onto him. He moved awkwardly, trying to step away, but stumbled and landed seated on the ground. Optics still fixed up towards the rock formation, he was trapped.
Hound had heard his young friend crash into the clearing happily, but after a few moments of quiet, the tracker peeked out from his hiding spot. Bluestreak’s back was to him and he was sitting on the ground, doorwings drooping, looking up towards a rocky outcrop. Slowly Hound made his way forward and, as he got closer, could hear quiet whimpering.
He sat down behind Bluestreak and gathered him in his arms, pulling his face down and away, and just held him quietly as he cried. After a few minutes, the crying subsided, his intakes only hitching every now and then.
“Everyone has demons that they dance with”, Hound said in a hushed voice, one hand rubbing Bluestreak’s back. “Sometimes the music stops and the demons leave, other times, they’re just taking a break until the next song starts up. I want you to know, if a demon tries to start dancing with you again”, he said, bringing the mech’s tear-stained face up to look him in the optics, smiling gently, “I will always cut in, and sweep you off your feet.”