Stranger Things Have Happened
Chapter Title: Meet The Family
Author: velvet_infinity
Verse: G1 Au
Rating: Nc-17
Chapter Rating: PG
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Omega Supreme. The only Cybertronian that isn't a gestalt and is just THAT HUGE! But... what there was something more to it? OCcentric, but not overly so. Omega needed more love. Eventual sticky.
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Something was touching his left elbow joint. At least, it felt like it. Which wasn’t necessarily odd as it was out of place. He shouldn’t be able to feel that. Or should he? He searched his memory cache, starting with the last thing he could remember. The battle. That’s right. There had been a battle. A big one, if he was remembering correctly. Omega Supreme had called upon them when it looked like he would not have been able to stop that machine. They had encouraged him, offered their support, sent whatever power they could to him… And they had done it. Right?
Yes. Yes, they had. He remembered Omega chucking the awful thing into the atmosphere. His brother, the one that had made up Omega Supreme’s left arm, had complained briefly about the heat… And then pain. Oh, yes, now he definitely remembered that. Omega had been hit. He had been hit.
The touch to his elbow joint came again. A prick really. He felt his hand twitch. His… hand. Okay, now he was wierded out. Maybe they had died. That was a likely explanation. Because there was no way he should be able to feel his own hand. HE and his brothers had been stuck as Omega Supreme for so long now. He couldn’t really remember being able to move on his own…
Okay… He really wished that whoever was messing with his arm would knock it off. It was probably Sidevex… Agh! He knew that tickled!
“M’chargin, ‘Vex… G‘way!”
There was an amused snort. “No, you’re waking up. You’ve been in recharge quite long enough…”
He frowned at the voice. It was familiar, but not one of his brothers.
“Yeah, ‘Flash! C’mon! Rise n’ shine bossbot!”
Ah, that was one of his brothers. And it was easy to tell that it was Maverick, just by the chipper tone in which the sentence had been delivered in.
… Primus frag it! Again with the elbow!!
It was at this point that Powerflash’s optics snapped on in surprise and realization. He had heard Maverick’s voice… out loud and not in his processor!! And he was staring at the orange ceiling of the Ark… for the first time ever. It was a… odd experience. He was suddenly startled when two helms popped into his line of sight. He jerked and the yelped in discomfort when whatever was still burying into his elbow joint pinched two wires together. A loud curse and then clang and one of the helms pulled away with a shout of pain. The other flinched, but stayed where he was.
“Ow!! What’d I do!?” Maverick again.
“I would prefer that you not startle my patients when I’m attempting to work on delicate circuitry, you cross-wired glitch!” Again, the familiar voice. One he now recognized as Ratchet’s.
‘Oh… That’s where I am… the medbay.’
He had heard the rumors through Omega’s awareness. That Ratchet was terrifying and violent, but did his damndest to fix you when you broke. What an odd thing to think of now…
“’Flash? Are you okay? I mean, I know it’s been a long time since we’ve separated and we’ve taken a lot of damage as Omega, but seriously! You didn’t get CPU damage did you?” Yeah, that was Sidevex hovering over him. The constant string of words was hard to miss. And now that his optics were clearing out some, he could make out the golden visor that covered the racer’s optics and the smug grin. Frag, he had missed those.
The grin on the sleek face widened, having caught the wayward thought through the bond.
“Missed seeing ya, too, ‘Flashy!” A knock against his helm. “C’mon, boss. Ya gotta get up! Ratch here says yah’ve been rechargin’ too long. ‘Sides, Mal ‘n Rev need some luvin, cause Primus knows Mal’s missed ya and Rev’s already fed up wit’ Mav.”
“When I said wake up, I did not mean sit. I need him flat to finish with his elbow.” Powerflash turned his helm to watch the medic with some interest. He had memories of the Chief Medical Officer, but they were all from Omega’s large point of view. Seeing the white and red frame up close like this was surreal, to say the least. Speaking of memories…
“You seem to be… taking this in stride.” The gestalt leader said calmly, trying very hard to suppress the urge to giggle. His elbow joint was very sensitive and it tickled quite a bit, whatever Ratchet was doing in there.
Someone snickered nearby and then Ratchet was once again leaving his elbow alone, much to his relief, and grabbing a wrench. The same instant it was in his hand, it was gone again and somebody was shouting in alarm. Powerflash turned his helm and noticed the engineer, Wheeljack, had taken a dive for the safety of a table although considering the dent in his helm; he hadn’t quite made it in time.
:: I don’t get it…:: He broadcast over the bond and received waves of amusement in return along with an explanation from Revolution. Who was actually sitting to his right in all his winged glory, his sulking brother Maverick beside him. The pale blue optics had never left his gestalt and even under the amusement, they could all feel the relief that they were all okay.
:: Apparently, Ratchet had a cursing fit over discovering that they’ve had a gestalt in their midst all along. Something about it would have been helpful to know about it before they had built the Aerialbots and Protectobots. Oh… He also had this entire rant about having five new idiots to fix after ‘Vex woke up, freaked and pretty much ran himself at full speed into the doors. ::
Powerflash felt his lips twitch. He suppressed the urge to outright laugh when he glance above his head and caught Sidevex’s pout. He could call it a frown all he wanted, but the truth was the truth. Ratchet was now closing up the plating in his arm.
“Alright, you can sit up now.”
Powerflash did so gratefully, reveling once more in the realization that he could sit. Wow. It really had been a long time.
Ratchet ran a few more scans while he was up before declaring they were all fine and were to sit here in the private room of the medbay while he retrieved Prime. Which was good. Powerflash had the impression that if they’d been ordered to Prime’s office, things would have been very awkward. This was the first time they had actually seen the interior of the Ark afterall. As soon as the door shut behind both Medical and Engineer officers, Powerflash found himself engulfed in the middle of a pile of bodies.
“Oof!!” He cried breathlessly, doing his best to wrap his arms around who he could reach from underneath it all.
“Can ya believe this!!?” Sidevex cried joyfully, his slight accent thickening with his excitement. “We’re ahr own mechs again! No ‘fense to the big guy, but I missed givin’ ya guys real hugs.”
The light, teasing voice of Maverick answered him. “Never pegged you for the touchy feely type, ‘Vex. You know, since you’re always running from everything.” His wings twitched in that way that they all knew meant he was teasing.
“Oh shush you!” That was Revolution’s cultured voice, his won wings flicking to rap against his brother’s. He and Maverick had been members of the upper class in Vos before they had volunteered for the Omega Project so many years ago. The accent’s had never quite left them. “Enjoy the moment. Can’t tackle ‘Flash like this when he’s in ‘working mode.’”
The quietest of their group and also the youngest answered in his careful drawl. “Well, I’m just happy to be able to see all you guys again. Hearing you was nice b-but I-I-I w-w-was a-afraid that w-we’d -“
“Calm, Mal.” Powerflash hummed, running a soothing servo down the mech’s back. Poor Maelstrom had been cursed with a speech impediment when he ahd taken a nasty fall as a youngling at a construction sight. It ahd crushed his vocalizer and the only one the medics had been able to replace it with at the time was a glitched one. It really wasn’t all that bad and really, Maelstrom could speak just fine when he wasn’t worked up and remembered to take it slow.
“I know…” The mech replied after a few moments of reigning in his emotions. There was a quiet pause. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”
Powerflash chuckled and Maverick tilted his head so he could nuzzle the facemask that covered Maelstom’s lower face. There were several moments of pleasant silence in which they basked in each other’s physical fields, each thoughtful about how long it had actually been… Funny. They didn’t feel as old as they should be. Then again, technically only Omega had aged and gained wisdom. The latter ahd been passed to them by default, but apparently their own separate frames were untouched by time. They still felt as young as they day they had combined to save Crystal City so many years ago.
It was inevitable, however, that Maverick would get bored with the silence. “Hey, hey! You think that any of the others know about us yet?”
“Why?” Sidevex answered, snuggling more firmly inbetween Powerflash and Revolution.
“No reason…” That voice that said there was indeed a reason, but he wasn’t going to tell them easily.
“Mav…” Powerflash said in warning. Primus they had just split for the first time in centuries… no… in millennia and already Maverick was thinking of ways to get into trouble.
There was a snort. “Don’t worry about it so much, ‘Flash. Seriously. Just thinking about some creative payback.”
“Payback.” Powerflash intoned flatly, noticing the ways each of his brothers’ varying shades of blue optics and one golden visor flashed in interest.
“Yeah. ‘Gainst all those fraggers who called Big O stupid. He’s not stupid. Just one track minded…”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Which is why I’m all the more determined.” A mischievous grin spread over Maverick’s charcoal faceplates.
Before Powerflash could form a retort they all heard the door beep, signaling that it was a bout to open. In a flurry of movement, they had all pushed away from each other. Gestalt or not, these moments were private and they really rather preferred not looking so unprofessional in front of the Autobot CO. By the time the door had cycled open completely, all five Omega Gestalt Components were either sitting or standing.
And for the first time ever, they were meeting the Prime faceplates to faceplates.
The mech was surprisingly large from this angle, actually towering over Maelstrom who had been closest to the door. The mech took several steps back, startled by the size difference. None of his brothers could blame him. It was going to take some time to get used to not thinking in terms of Omega’s point of view. There was a long stretch of stunned silence in which the gestalt and their leader stared at each other.
Eventually, Prime spoke. “Hello. I am Optimus Prime. Who, may I ask, is your Gestalt Leader?”
A slow smile curved across Powerflash’s face and he stood despite sharp glare from Ratchet. “That would be me, sir.” He smiled wider when Optimus’ clear cobalts met his own gaze. “Optimus Prime, my designation is Powerflash…” He held himself high and proud. “And I would like you to meet my family.”
Author: velvet_infinity
Verse: G1 Au
Rating: Nc-17
Chapter Rating: PG
Warnings: None for this chapter
Summary: Omega Supreme. The only Cybertronian that isn't a gestalt and is just THAT HUGE! But... what there was something more to it? OCcentric, but not overly so. Omega needed more love. Eventual sticky.
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Something was touching his left elbow joint. At least, it felt like it. Which wasn’t necessarily odd as it was out of place. He shouldn’t be able to feel that. Or should he? He searched his memory cache, starting with the last thing he could remember. The battle. That’s right. There had been a battle. A big one, if he was remembering correctly. Omega Supreme had called upon them when it looked like he would not have been able to stop that machine. They had encouraged him, offered their support, sent whatever power they could to him… And they had done it. Right?
Yes. Yes, they had. He remembered Omega chucking the awful thing into the atmosphere. His brother, the one that had made up Omega Supreme’s left arm, had complained briefly about the heat… And then pain. Oh, yes, now he definitely remembered that. Omega had been hit. He had been hit.
The touch to his elbow joint came again. A prick really. He felt his hand twitch. His… hand. Okay, now he was wierded out. Maybe they had died. That was a likely explanation. Because there was no way he should be able to feel his own hand. HE and his brothers had been stuck as Omega Supreme for so long now. He couldn’t really remember being able to move on his own…
Okay… He really wished that whoever was messing with his arm would knock it off. It was probably Sidevex… Agh! He knew that tickled!
“M’chargin, ‘Vex… G‘way!”
There was an amused snort. “No, you’re waking up. You’ve been in recharge quite long enough…”
He frowned at the voice. It was familiar, but not one of his brothers.
“Yeah, ‘Flash! C’mon! Rise n’ shine bossbot!”
Ah, that was one of his brothers. And it was easy to tell that it was Maverick, just by the chipper tone in which the sentence had been delivered in.
… Primus frag it! Again with the elbow!!
It was at this point that Powerflash’s optics snapped on in surprise and realization. He had heard Maverick’s voice… out loud and not in his processor!! And he was staring at the orange ceiling of the Ark… for the first time ever. It was a… odd experience. He was suddenly startled when two helms popped into his line of sight. He jerked and the yelped in discomfort when whatever was still burying into his elbow joint pinched two wires together. A loud curse and then clang and one of the helms pulled away with a shout of pain. The other flinched, but stayed where he was.
“Ow!! What’d I do!?” Maverick again.
“I would prefer that you not startle my patients when I’m attempting to work on delicate circuitry, you cross-wired glitch!” Again, the familiar voice. One he now recognized as Ratchet’s.
‘Oh… That’s where I am… the medbay.’
He had heard the rumors through Omega’s awareness. That Ratchet was terrifying and violent, but did his damndest to fix you when you broke. What an odd thing to think of now…
“’Flash? Are you okay? I mean, I know it’s been a long time since we’ve separated and we’ve taken a lot of damage as Omega, but seriously! You didn’t get CPU damage did you?” Yeah, that was Sidevex hovering over him. The constant string of words was hard to miss. And now that his optics were clearing out some, he could make out the golden visor that covered the racer’s optics and the smug grin. Frag, he had missed those.
The grin on the sleek face widened, having caught the wayward thought through the bond.
“Missed seeing ya, too, ‘Flashy!” A knock against his helm. “C’mon, boss. Ya gotta get up! Ratch here says yah’ve been rechargin’ too long. ‘Sides, Mal ‘n Rev need some luvin, cause Primus knows Mal’s missed ya and Rev’s already fed up wit’ Mav.”
“When I said wake up, I did not mean sit. I need him flat to finish with his elbow.” Powerflash turned his helm to watch the medic with some interest. He had memories of the Chief Medical Officer, but they were all from Omega’s large point of view. Seeing the white and red frame up close like this was surreal, to say the least. Speaking of memories…
“You seem to be… taking this in stride.” The gestalt leader said calmly, trying very hard to suppress the urge to giggle. His elbow joint was very sensitive and it tickled quite a bit, whatever Ratchet was doing in there.
Someone snickered nearby and then Ratchet was once again leaving his elbow alone, much to his relief, and grabbing a wrench. The same instant it was in his hand, it was gone again and somebody was shouting in alarm. Powerflash turned his helm and noticed the engineer, Wheeljack, had taken a dive for the safety of a table although considering the dent in his helm; he hadn’t quite made it in time.
:: I don’t get it…:: He broadcast over the bond and received waves of amusement in return along with an explanation from Revolution. Who was actually sitting to his right in all his winged glory, his sulking brother Maverick beside him. The pale blue optics had never left his gestalt and even under the amusement, they could all feel the relief that they were all okay.
:: Apparently, Ratchet had a cursing fit over discovering that they’ve had a gestalt in their midst all along. Something about it would have been helpful to know about it before they had built the Aerialbots and Protectobots. Oh… He also had this entire rant about having five new idiots to fix after ‘Vex woke up, freaked and pretty much ran himself at full speed into the doors. ::
Powerflash felt his lips twitch. He suppressed the urge to outright laugh when he glance above his head and caught Sidevex’s pout. He could call it a frown all he wanted, but the truth was the truth. Ratchet was now closing up the plating in his arm.
“Alright, you can sit up now.”
Powerflash did so gratefully, reveling once more in the realization that he could sit. Wow. It really had been a long time.
Ratchet ran a few more scans while he was up before declaring they were all fine and were to sit here in the private room of the medbay while he retrieved Prime. Which was good. Powerflash had the impression that if they’d been ordered to Prime’s office, things would have been very awkward. This was the first time they had actually seen the interior of the Ark afterall. As soon as the door shut behind both Medical and Engineer officers, Powerflash found himself engulfed in the middle of a pile of bodies.
“Oof!!” He cried breathlessly, doing his best to wrap his arms around who he could reach from underneath it all.
“Can ya believe this!!?” Sidevex cried joyfully, his slight accent thickening with his excitement. “We’re ahr own mechs again! No ‘fense to the big guy, but I missed givin’ ya guys real hugs.”
The light, teasing voice of Maverick answered him. “Never pegged you for the touchy feely type, ‘Vex. You know, since you’re always running from everything.” His wings twitched in that way that they all knew meant he was teasing.
“Oh shush you!” That was Revolution’s cultured voice, his won wings flicking to rap against his brother’s. He and Maverick had been members of the upper class in Vos before they had volunteered for the Omega Project so many years ago. The accent’s had never quite left them. “Enjoy the moment. Can’t tackle ‘Flash like this when he’s in ‘working mode.’”
The quietest of their group and also the youngest answered in his careful drawl. “Well, I’m just happy to be able to see all you guys again. Hearing you was nice b-but I-I-I w-w-was a-afraid that w-we’d -“
“Calm, Mal.” Powerflash hummed, running a soothing servo down the mech’s back. Poor Maelstrom had been cursed with a speech impediment when he ahd taken a nasty fall as a youngling at a construction sight. It ahd crushed his vocalizer and the only one the medics had been able to replace it with at the time was a glitched one. It really wasn’t all that bad and really, Maelstrom could speak just fine when he wasn’t worked up and remembered to take it slow.
“I know…” The mech replied after a few moments of reigning in his emotions. There was a quiet pause. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”
Powerflash chuckled and Maverick tilted his head so he could nuzzle the facemask that covered Maelstom’s lower face. There were several moments of pleasant silence in which they basked in each other’s physical fields, each thoughtful about how long it had actually been… Funny. They didn’t feel as old as they should be. Then again, technically only Omega had aged and gained wisdom. The latter ahd been passed to them by default, but apparently their own separate frames were untouched by time. They still felt as young as they day they had combined to save Crystal City so many years ago.
It was inevitable, however, that Maverick would get bored with the silence. “Hey, hey! You think that any of the others know about us yet?”
“Why?” Sidevex answered, snuggling more firmly inbetween Powerflash and Revolution.
“No reason…” That voice that said there was indeed a reason, but he wasn’t going to tell them easily.
“Mav…” Powerflash said in warning. Primus they had just split for the first time in centuries… no… in millennia and already Maverick was thinking of ways to get into trouble.
There was a snort. “Don’t worry about it so much, ‘Flash. Seriously. Just thinking about some creative payback.”
“Payback.” Powerflash intoned flatly, noticing the ways each of his brothers’ varying shades of blue optics and one golden visor flashed in interest.
“Yeah. ‘Gainst all those fraggers who called Big O stupid. He’s not stupid. Just one track minded…”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Which is why I’m all the more determined.” A mischievous grin spread over Maverick’s charcoal faceplates.
Before Powerflash could form a retort they all heard the door beep, signaling that it was a bout to open. In a flurry of movement, they had all pushed away from each other. Gestalt or not, these moments were private and they really rather preferred not looking so unprofessional in front of the Autobot CO. By the time the door had cycled open completely, all five Omega Gestalt Components were either sitting or standing.
And for the first time ever, they were meeting the Prime faceplates to faceplates.
The mech was surprisingly large from this angle, actually towering over Maelstrom who had been closest to the door. The mech took several steps back, startled by the size difference. None of his brothers could blame him. It was going to take some time to get used to not thinking in terms of Omega’s point of view. There was a long stretch of stunned silence in which the gestalt and their leader stared at each other.
Eventually, Prime spoke. “Hello. I am Optimus Prime. Who, may I ask, is your Gestalt Leader?”
A slow smile curved across Powerflash’s face and he stood despite sharp glare from Ratchet. “That would be me, sir.” He smiled wider when Optimus’ clear cobalts met his own gaze. “Optimus Prime, my designation is Powerflash…” He held himself high and proud. “And I would like you to meet my family.”