I am such a sheep...
Well I'm gonna jump the meme bandwagon and do the 28 ficlets. You request, I write. Go on and challenge me, it's all good :D
28 Sideswipes
1. Naughty Sideswipe
2. Happy Sideswipe claimed!
3. Silly Sideswipe claimed!
4. Angsty Sideswipe claimed!
5. On-Vacation Sideswipe Needs to be claimed!
6. Horny Sideswipe claimed!
7. Transforming Sideswipe ( Read more... )
28 Sideswipes
1. Naughty Sideswipe
2. Happy Sideswipe claimed!
3. Silly Sideswipe claimed!
4. Angsty Sideswipe claimed!
5. On-Vacation Sideswipe Needs to be claimed!
6. Horny Sideswipe claimed!
7. Transforming Sideswipe ( Read more... )
Groove sped away from the Ark, dirt and rocks flying up in his wake. The motorcycle ate up the miles, unhindered by anything but his own physical limits. It felt so good to be out here... alone with no one but the clouds and trees to offer company. No one could understand… well perhaps Hound or Mirage, but even they only understood a certain part of it. Hound needed the wilderness, Mirage the solitude. What Groove needed was both. He needed it or he would lose himself, and there was danger enough every time he and his brothers formed into Defensor. For those moments when they were together in mind and body they knew each other. Took on the personalities of the other. First Aid would know what the need for violence felt like, and Blades would know the cleverness of a master hunter. Of them all, perhaps Streetwise was most in danger of losing himself, but the danger was there for all of them.
Perhaps the others didn’t see it as a danger. Some probably thought of it as a nice feeling, a way to be closer to one’s brothers. Yet to Groove it was another cage put upon him. Of course he loved his brothers; their joy and pain was his own and he wouldn’t have it any other way. But he was Groove, not Hot Spot, not Streetwise, not First Aid, or Blades. And Groove needed freedom.
He couldn’t explain it all really. Perhaps it was the way he was made or something in his mind that developed after creation. He didn’t know why he needed to leave so often, or why he didn’t want company. All he knew was that this was when he was at his happiest. When he could drop any shields and just be.
Groove’s trail led him past the major highway and onto a side road that led into the forest. If he continued on this road long enough he would reach the northern tip of California, and beyond that, who knew. He’d tried it once, but hadn’t made it further than the middle of the state before being called back by an irate team leader. He wasn’t supposed to wander so much without permission, what if something had happened?
Well fortunately today’s travels wouldn’t take him as far as that. He just wanted a place to be by himself and think for a while.
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There it was. His own private paradise, just a hop and a skip away from the Ark, yet still untouched by it. No one else knew of this small cove as far as he knew. Very few took the time to wander the forests and coast as he and his two mentors did, and even then only Hound really wandered for the sake of it.
Groove sat down carefully among the wild dune grass and sand, making sure he disturbed nothing. Take nothing but memories and leave nothing but footprints, wasn’t that the human saying? Well he didn’t even want to leave those.
If he shuttered his optics, and listened to the rise and fall of the waves, Groove could almost lose himself in this. Yes… something like this he didn’t mind being lost to at all. He couldn’t be lost to a cage, but he’d offer himself to the waves and the air. They were free, wild, untamed… he wanted that.
Groove lay back on the sand, again, careful of every movement. He let his mind wander freely and become one with his surroundings. It wasn’t quite like falling asleep or meditating, but it had the same effect on his soul. Why desire to be with the others and cramped in such tight spaces when one could be out here, with nothing but eternity and peace ahead? No war, no fights, no teasing and false smiles… just this. Just the tranquility that all life sought. The Autobots back there were all trying to seek it through violence and hatred and struggle.
But all he had to do to attain that tranquility was lay back, give up the struggle, and accept it. Primus Almighty, he’d never felt such happiness… such endless bliss and joy… It was enough to hold back the madness that threatened to take over, and let him pick up that horrid gun to keep fighting so that everyone, and not just he, could feel the same peace he felt every day at his cove.
For now, however, he would be selfish and smile. And lose himself to the happiness only he could find.
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