Prompt #5 (whoops had the wrong number meh bad x3)
Title: Untitled (I hate titles... who needs those pffft x3)
Rating: On the low end of PG-13 is quite possibly PG
Warnings: Some violence/bleeding, Spoilers for AHM 12
Verse: IDW
Characters: Thundercracker
Pairings: Thundercracker/Skywarp
Disclaimer:Yeah recognizable characters and places are not mine *sniffs* Also I borrowed a line or two from All Hail Megatron those are not mine, those are IDWs.
Prompt:Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
A/N: Yeah TC on the brain today what can I say? (*coughs* Okay really I almost always have TC on the brain… I luvs him <3 I’m totally a Decepticon at heart lol) Takes place after AHM 12 and certain events involving a certain pair of seekers.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
D… his hand came up and he winced painfully as he pressed his fingers against the worst of his wound stopping the almost maddening drip-drop of energon down his face, down his shoulders and off his wings. He had never thought… it was Skywarp! His own wingmate, his own lover and he supposed at that distance it could have been worse, much worse. It could have ended so differently, he could have been offlined so maybe, just maybe, he should be thankful he was still alive but at the rate he was going he may very well just bleed out.
He had tilted his head at the last moment, saving him most of his face and it was more just burned from the heat of the blast rather than a direct shot, which had been reserved for his shoulder, vent and wing. It had cost him the sight in his right optic and the use of his arm, it was agonizing to move. He didn’t know what to do now, didn’t begin to have an idea of how to begin to repair himself. He couldn’t go to the Autobots, that would be too sure a sign of his betrayal and he was not leaving the Decepticons, but neither could he return in this condition to Megatron. So where did he go from here? It had taken every ounce of what was left of his will to find a place to hide in.
As far as he was concerned no one would be able to find him, except the two Seekers he really didn’t want to see right now, not that he expected either of them to come. Starscream… well who really knows what he was up to, following Megatron around like a lost turbo-puppy again probably and Skywarp…
”Betrayer!”
He shuddered, his wingmate would not be coming for him and that left what? Nothing. Who else did he have? His trine had always been his everything, from the moment he had met Skywarp and they had found Starscream, he hadn’t needed anything or anyone else. He had never expected this, this rift in his trine, he had expected them to work things out like true trines did and to be in agreement in their decisions. Once upon a time that had been true, they worked well together and their temperaments easily balanced one another out so it had been almost simple to come to agreements on things.
He had become a Decepticon for them. There was very little of his temperament that pointed that direction otherwise and if things had happened differently he would have stayed out of the war altogether but they had wanted it… he had relented, agreed that he would follow them because that was what trine did. He had felt Megatron’s optics on him, those days in the arena and the years following; there was no doubt in his processors that his Lord knew very well what his reservations were.
He had never once done something that strayed from his orders, he followed them to the letter but had never gone above and beyond; for him the mission guidelines were it, he’d offline no more than necessary and do nothing more than he was ordered. This… this had been desperation; he was feeling out of place, his trine leader was almost non-existent of late and he hadn’t been the only one to notice.
“You know between you being all-like this-and Starscream hardly ever showing up… I’m starting to feel all alone out here.”
He relied on them both; Skywarp to keep him calm and Starscream to keep him centered on their goals. The purple jet was flightly and spontaneous, he needed Thundercracker to keep him out of trouble just as the blue seeker relied on Starscream to continually remind him what they were doing, why they were fighting the war. Without either of them… he was lost, free to do what his processors offered and without them at his side he had nothing to lose.
Stopping the bomb had been against orders, whatever they might have been and there would certainly be retribution for that whenever… if ever he ever saw Megatron again. It had been worth it, if only to calm his processors about the choices that had been made. He had thought he had nothing, no wingmates to worry about, to consult with, and then Skywarp had reacted like that. Now he didn’t know, did that mean they were there for him still.
He couldn’t think about it, didn’t want to think about it anymore than he wanted to think about how very tired he felt. His hand and fingers were coated in his own energon; he couldn’t put enough pressure on it to get it stopped. A shadow caught his attention and he pulled his hand away, raised his arm cannon.
“Told you he was here Screamer!”
“He wouldn’t be here if someone hadn’t decided to shoot him idiot.”
“But Megatron said… I had to! I wanted him to be alive!”
“If we had found him any later he wouldn’t be.”
It couldn’t be… he lowered his arm and someone clung tightly, “TC! I’m sorry! Megatron told me… told me to go after you.”
“It’s ok, Warp,” it wasn’t, not yet but with the three of them together they would work it out because they were trine and that was how it worked. He tilted his head to allow Starscream’s probing fingers to press against the wound, the brilliant seeker muttering under his breath as Skywarp stroked Thundercracker’s wings.
He didn’t move, just allowed himself to rest against the cave wall and bask in the feel of having his trine around him. Whatever anyone said about how he had decided to become a Decepticon it didn’t matter; wherever his trine was… that was freedom and so long as they were together they had nothing to lose.
Rating: On the low end of PG-13 is quite possibly PG
Warnings: Some violence/bleeding, Spoilers for AHM 12
Verse: IDW
Characters: Thundercracker
Pairings: Thundercracker/Skywarp
Disclaimer:Yeah recognizable characters and places are not mine *sniffs* Also I borrowed a line or two from All Hail Megatron those are not mine, those are IDWs.
Prompt:Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose.
A/N: Yeah TC on the brain today what can I say? (*coughs* Okay really I almost always have TC on the brain… I luvs him <3 I’m totally a Decepticon at heart lol) Takes place after AHM 12 and certain events involving a certain pair of seekers.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
D… his hand came up and he winced painfully as he pressed his fingers against the worst of his wound stopping the almost maddening drip-drop of energon down his face, down his shoulders and off his wings. He had never thought… it was Skywarp! His own wingmate, his own lover and he supposed at that distance it could have been worse, much worse. It could have ended so differently, he could have been offlined so maybe, just maybe, he should be thankful he was still alive but at the rate he was going he may very well just bleed out.
He had tilted his head at the last moment, saving him most of his face and it was more just burned from the heat of the blast rather than a direct shot, which had been reserved for his shoulder, vent and wing. It had cost him the sight in his right optic and the use of his arm, it was agonizing to move. He didn’t know what to do now, didn’t begin to have an idea of how to begin to repair himself. He couldn’t go to the Autobots, that would be too sure a sign of his betrayal and he was not leaving the Decepticons, but neither could he return in this condition to Megatron. So where did he go from here? It had taken every ounce of what was left of his will to find a place to hide in.
As far as he was concerned no one would be able to find him, except the two Seekers he really didn’t want to see right now, not that he expected either of them to come. Starscream… well who really knows what he was up to, following Megatron around like a lost turbo-puppy again probably and Skywarp…
”Betrayer!”
He shuddered, his wingmate would not be coming for him and that left what? Nothing. Who else did he have? His trine had always been his everything, from the moment he had met Skywarp and they had found Starscream, he hadn’t needed anything or anyone else. He had never expected this, this rift in his trine, he had expected them to work things out like true trines did and to be in agreement in their decisions. Once upon a time that had been true, they worked well together and their temperaments easily balanced one another out so it had been almost simple to come to agreements on things.
He had become a Decepticon for them. There was very little of his temperament that pointed that direction otherwise and if things had happened differently he would have stayed out of the war altogether but they had wanted it… he had relented, agreed that he would follow them because that was what trine did. He had felt Megatron’s optics on him, those days in the arena and the years following; there was no doubt in his processors that his Lord knew very well what his reservations were.
He had never once done something that strayed from his orders, he followed them to the letter but had never gone above and beyond; for him the mission guidelines were it, he’d offline no more than necessary and do nothing more than he was ordered. This… this had been desperation; he was feeling out of place, his trine leader was almost non-existent of late and he hadn’t been the only one to notice.
“You know between you being all-like this-and Starscream hardly ever showing up… I’m starting to feel all alone out here.”
He relied on them both; Skywarp to keep him calm and Starscream to keep him centered on their goals. The purple jet was flightly and spontaneous, he needed Thundercracker to keep him out of trouble just as the blue seeker relied on Starscream to continually remind him what they were doing, why they were fighting the war. Without either of them… he was lost, free to do what his processors offered and without them at his side he had nothing to lose.
Stopping the bomb had been against orders, whatever they might have been and there would certainly be retribution for that whenever… if ever he ever saw Megatron again. It had been worth it, if only to calm his processors about the choices that had been made. He had thought he had nothing, no wingmates to worry about, to consult with, and then Skywarp had reacted like that. Now he didn’t know, did that mean they were there for him still.
He couldn’t think about it, didn’t want to think about it anymore than he wanted to think about how very tired he felt. His hand and fingers were coated in his own energon; he couldn’t put enough pressure on it to get it stopped. A shadow caught his attention and he pulled his hand away, raised his arm cannon.
“Told you he was here Screamer!”
“He wouldn’t be here if someone hadn’t decided to shoot him idiot.”
“But Megatron said… I had to! I wanted him to be alive!”
“If we had found him any later he wouldn’t be.”
It couldn’t be… he lowered his arm and someone clung tightly, “TC! I’m sorry! Megatron told me… told me to go after you.”
“It’s ok, Warp,” it wasn’t, not yet but with the three of them together they would work it out because they were trine and that was how it worked. He tilted his head to allow Starscream’s probing fingers to press against the wound, the brilliant seeker muttering under his breath as Skywarp stroked Thundercracker’s wings.
He didn’t move, just allowed himself to rest against the cave wall and bask in the feel of having his trine around him. Whatever anyone said about how he had decided to become a Decepticon it didn’t matter; wherever his trine was… that was freedom and so long as they were together they had nothing to lose.