Matter of Perspective - Part 5
Title: Matter of Perspective (Chapter 5 - Party)
Author: sideswipe_tf
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Warnings: none
A/N: I thought I would challenge myself and try to tell a story about Ratchet and the twins through a series of drabbles. Each character has one drabble per chapter (three drabbles per chapter) and each chapter focuses on a specific idea or event. I am also sticking with the interpretation of exactly 100 words per drabble. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
(I do not own Transformers.)
Sideswipe:
The party was in full swing when Sideswipe entered the rec room. Nearly all the attention was focused on Prowl and Jazz with their new paint schemes. The SIC was still furious about it but the saboteur had managed to convince him to try it for a little while. Ratchet was not there. It wasn't like the medic to miss a party. He picked up three cubes of mild high grade, pinged his brother, and quietly left the room. Sideswipe met Sunstreaker outside of Ratchet's office and signaled a request to enter the room, uncertain of what he would say.
Ratchet:
Ratchet knew he was avoiding the twins but he was too afraid of what he felt. He had seen them beaming at him when he complimented them on their cleverness with swapping paint schemes on Prowl and Jazz. He had seen something else; a burning in their optics that spoke of wanting more. He knew it was them when the door to his office chimed. He sighed and then signaled the door to open knowing he couldn't hide forever. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker walked in, set a cube before him, then took seats opposite his desk and just began to talk.
Sunstreaker:
At first the golden warrior allowed his brother to do most of the talking. As Ratchet began to relax Sunstreaker spoke more until the three of them were chatting comfortably and sipping their high grade. "I want to paint your portrait," he said suddenly. The office fell silent and Ratchet's optics locked onto Sunstreaker's. ::Nice going, idiot. You've scared him,:: Sideswipe said through their twinbond. Sunstreaker said nothing through the bond or out loud. Slowly he moved his lip components until they formed a small smile while continuing to look at Ratchet. He nearly cried when the medic said yes.
Author: sideswipe_tf
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Warnings: none
A/N: I thought I would challenge myself and try to tell a story about Ratchet and the twins through a series of drabbles. Each character has one drabble per chapter (three drabbles per chapter) and each chapter focuses on a specific idea or event. I am also sticking with the interpretation of exactly 100 words per drabble. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
(I do not own Transformers.)
Sideswipe:
The party was in full swing when Sideswipe entered the rec room. Nearly all the attention was focused on Prowl and Jazz with their new paint schemes. The SIC was still furious about it but the saboteur had managed to convince him to try it for a little while. Ratchet was not there. It wasn't like the medic to miss a party. He picked up three cubes of mild high grade, pinged his brother, and quietly left the room. Sideswipe met Sunstreaker outside of Ratchet's office and signaled a request to enter the room, uncertain of what he would say.
Ratchet:
Ratchet knew he was avoiding the twins but he was too afraid of what he felt. He had seen them beaming at him when he complimented them on their cleverness with swapping paint schemes on Prowl and Jazz. He had seen something else; a burning in their optics that spoke of wanting more. He knew it was them when the door to his office chimed. He sighed and then signaled the door to open knowing he couldn't hide forever. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker walked in, set a cube before him, then took seats opposite his desk and just began to talk.
Sunstreaker:
At first the golden warrior allowed his brother to do most of the talking. As Ratchet began to relax Sunstreaker spoke more until the three of them were chatting comfortably and sipping their high grade. "I want to paint your portrait," he said suddenly. The office fell silent and Ratchet's optics locked onto Sunstreaker's. ::Nice going, idiot. You've scared him,:: Sideswipe said through their twinbond. Sunstreaker said nothing through the bond or out loud. Slowly he moved his lip components until they formed a small smile while continuing to look at Ratchet. He nearly cried when the medic said yes.