Bantam (Tformers 100; Silverbolt, Hot Spot, Groove; Table: Earth; Prompt: #10- Small)
Title: Bantam
Series: Transformers G1
Table(s): Earth
Prompt: Small
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Hot Spot, Groove, and a tree frog
Word Count: 422
Summary: Silverbolt makes a new friend. He's not so sure he wants one.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Notes: Written for a non-LJ prompt claim- they asked for a frog on a nosecone. :D (Fun fact- Concordes can actually wiggle their nosecones.)
Silverbolt resisted the urge to shift his nosecone around to try and dislodge the small creature crawling all over it. “Hot Spot, stop laughing.”
It was bad enough that he'd had to recharge in his alt mode for the past few days, but between that, his new 'friend', and Groove patiently trying to get that 'friend' off his incredibly sensitive and ticklish nosecone, he wasn't really in the mood to be laughed at too.
His proximity sensors pinged before he felt Hot Spot's familiar hand settle on the top of his fuselage, far enough back to not disturb Groove's efforts. “Sorry, 'Bolt. It's just cute.” There was still quite a bit of amusement in his tone, and Silverbolt would have bet some fine high-grade he was grinning behind that slagging mask of his, but at least he was trying not to laugh.
Suddenly the barely-there, ticklish feeling was gone, and Groove gently patted his nosecone. “Got him!” After both mechs backed away, the Aerialbot transformed, relieved to finally be bipedal again. He'd never been very fond of staying in his alt mode for very long- his wires always got a little twisted up. Shoving the discomfort aside, he peered curiously at the very, very tiny (and very, very green) creature perched on one of Groove's fingers, the motorcycle smiling down at it. “What is it?”
“It's just a cute lil' tree frog, Silverbolt.” The white and tan Protectobot explained with a chuckle, holding his hand out closer to Silverbolt so he could examine his unwanted passenger better. “Totally harmless, and real good climbers. Must've come out of that forest nearby and thought you were fascinating to climb on.” Though he wasn't really sure he wanted to see the frog better, his curiosity got the better of him, and he knelt, leaning forward to get a closer look at the animal. It didn't look dangerous at all, and... Well, he supposed it was a little cute, in a weird way...
Of course, the moment he thought that, the tiny thing launched itself at his face, clinging to one optic for dear life. He yelped in surprise, losing his balance and winding up on his aft with both of his companions grinning at him. Ignoring the glare he was getting, Groove stepped forward to help get the jet's little friend off him again. “Did I forget to mention they're real good jumpers, too?” Behind him, Hot Spot let out a quiet laugh.
“Slag it, Hot Spot, stop laughing!”
Series: Transformers G1
Table(s): Earth
Prompt: Small
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Hot Spot, Groove, and a tree frog
Word Count: 422
Summary: Silverbolt makes a new friend. He's not so sure he wants one.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Notes: Written for a non-LJ prompt claim- they asked for a frog on a nosecone. :D (Fun fact- Concordes can actually wiggle their nosecones.)
Silverbolt resisted the urge to shift his nosecone around to try and dislodge the small creature crawling all over it. “Hot Spot, stop laughing.”
It was bad enough that he'd had to recharge in his alt mode for the past few days, but between that, his new 'friend', and Groove patiently trying to get that 'friend' off his incredibly sensitive and ticklish nosecone, he wasn't really in the mood to be laughed at too.
His proximity sensors pinged before he felt Hot Spot's familiar hand settle on the top of his fuselage, far enough back to not disturb Groove's efforts. “Sorry, 'Bolt. It's just cute.” There was still quite a bit of amusement in his tone, and Silverbolt would have bet some fine high-grade he was grinning behind that slagging mask of his, but at least he was trying not to laugh.
Suddenly the barely-there, ticklish feeling was gone, and Groove gently patted his nosecone. “Got him!” After both mechs backed away, the Aerialbot transformed, relieved to finally be bipedal again. He'd never been very fond of staying in his alt mode for very long- his wires always got a little twisted up. Shoving the discomfort aside, he peered curiously at the very, very tiny (and very, very green) creature perched on one of Groove's fingers, the motorcycle smiling down at it. “What is it?”
“It's just a cute lil' tree frog, Silverbolt.” The white and tan Protectobot explained with a chuckle, holding his hand out closer to Silverbolt so he could examine his unwanted passenger better. “Totally harmless, and real good climbers. Must've come out of that forest nearby and thought you were fascinating to climb on.” Though he wasn't really sure he wanted to see the frog better, his curiosity got the better of him, and he knelt, leaning forward to get a closer look at the animal. It didn't look dangerous at all, and... Well, he supposed it was a little cute, in a weird way...
Of course, the moment he thought that, the tiny thing launched itself at his face, clinging to one optic for dear life. He yelped in surprise, losing his balance and winding up on his aft with both of his companions grinning at him. Ignoring the glare he was getting, Groove stepped forward to help get the jet's little friend off him again. “Did I forget to mention they're real good jumpers, too?” Behind him, Hot Spot let out a quiet laugh.
“Slag it, Hot Spot, stop laughing!”