fic: Pretty, Fluttery Wings
Title: Pretty, Fluttery Wings
Series: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Wheeljack, Starscream
Summary: Office romances don’t always work.
Author’s Note: For tf_rare_pairing ’s Resurrection Sunday. I really couldn't think of a better title. :P
The rec room in the Ark was by no means empty as the tired mech wandered in, door wings lazily relaxed. Grabbing some energon, Bluestreak turned around and looked for a seat. Wheeljack sat back in a far corner of the room, idly fiddling with something on the table but not really engrossed by it like he normally would be. Bluestreak decided to investigate.
“Hey ‘Jack”, he said softly, not wanting to startle the engineer. “Mind if I sit with you?”
“Not at all, Bluestreak”, Wheeljack said brightly to his young friend, motioning to the chair next to him.
“Looked like you were thinking pretty hard about something.”
“Ah, caught me thinking, huh?” Wheeljack chuckled. “What gave it away, the sound of the gears grinding or the wisps of smoke?”
Bluestreak grinned. “Nah, you just looked…kind of far away.”
Wheeljack’s optics drifted down to the table again, finger nudging one of the human sized cardboard boxes he had. “I was just thinking about someone. That’s all”, he said quietly.
~*~
“That does not go there.”
Wheeljack looked up from his datapad to see a certain annoyed seeker pointing at a beaker, whose contents were bubbling away, threatening to ooze over to the stack of datapads below.
“I don’t want my notes, or myself, to get melted or blown up, so if you wouldn’t mind, move your little experiment to a safer location”, Starscream said. “Perhaps the middle of a large vault, underground somewhere”, he added under his breath.
Quietly chuckling at his lab partner, he moved the beaker to another room and shut the door. Walking back over to where the scientist was engrossed in his work, Wheeljack situated himself between the seeker and his notes, leaning against the counter, earning him an annoyed huff from the jet.
“I really need to finish this, ‘Jack. Why don’t you go flirt with someone your own size”, Starscream said, trying in vain to keep a smile from his lips.
“I happen to like taller mechs”, he chirped, wrapping his arms around the jet’s waist and pulling him closer. “Especially if they have such pretty, fluttery wings.” His head fins flashed brightly with that as one finger stretched out to, ever so lightly, touch said wings, causing the scientist to shiver.
Starscream wrapped his arms around Wheeljack’s shoulders and gently laid his helm on his partner’s, both shutting their optics off and enjoying the simple closeness of each other.
~*~
“Who?”
Wheeljack was brought out of his brief reverie by the simple question. “Sorry?”
“Who were you thinking about?” the gunner asked rather shyly.
Head fins flashed briefly in smile before dimming as he replied quietly, “Just someone I used to work with.”
Series: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Wheeljack, Starscream
Summary: Office romances don’t always work.
Author’s Note: For tf_rare_pairing ’s Resurrection Sunday. I really couldn't think of a better title. :P
The rec room in the Ark was by no means empty as the tired mech wandered in, door wings lazily relaxed. Grabbing some energon, Bluestreak turned around and looked for a seat. Wheeljack sat back in a far corner of the room, idly fiddling with something on the table but not really engrossed by it like he normally would be. Bluestreak decided to investigate.
“Hey ‘Jack”, he said softly, not wanting to startle the engineer. “Mind if I sit with you?”
“Not at all, Bluestreak”, Wheeljack said brightly to his young friend, motioning to the chair next to him.
“Looked like you were thinking pretty hard about something.”
“Ah, caught me thinking, huh?” Wheeljack chuckled. “What gave it away, the sound of the gears grinding or the wisps of smoke?”
Bluestreak grinned. “Nah, you just looked…kind of far away.”
Wheeljack’s optics drifted down to the table again, finger nudging one of the human sized cardboard boxes he had. “I was just thinking about someone. That’s all”, he said quietly.
~*~
“That does not go there.”
Wheeljack looked up from his datapad to see a certain annoyed seeker pointing at a beaker, whose contents were bubbling away, threatening to ooze over to the stack of datapads below.
“I don’t want my notes, or myself, to get melted or blown up, so if you wouldn’t mind, move your little experiment to a safer location”, Starscream said. “Perhaps the middle of a large vault, underground somewhere”, he added under his breath.
Quietly chuckling at his lab partner, he moved the beaker to another room and shut the door. Walking back over to where the scientist was engrossed in his work, Wheeljack situated himself between the seeker and his notes, leaning against the counter, earning him an annoyed huff from the jet.
“I really need to finish this, ‘Jack. Why don’t you go flirt with someone your own size”, Starscream said, trying in vain to keep a smile from his lips.
“I happen to like taller mechs”, he chirped, wrapping his arms around the jet’s waist and pulling him closer. “Especially if they have such pretty, fluttery wings.” His head fins flashed brightly with that as one finger stretched out to, ever so lightly, touch said wings, causing the scientist to shiver.
Starscream wrapped his arms around Wheeljack’s shoulders and gently laid his helm on his partner’s, both shutting their optics off and enjoying the simple closeness of each other.
~*~
“Who?”
Wheeljack was brought out of his brief reverie by the simple question. “Sorry?”
“Who were you thinking about?” the gunner asked rather shyly.
Head fins flashed briefly in smile before dimming as he replied quietly, “Just someone I used to work with.”