Effulgent (Tformers100; Silverbolt, Skyfire; Table: Space; Prompt: #1- Moon)
Title: Effulgent
Series: Transformers G1
Table(s): Space
Prompt: Moon
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Skyfire; the beginnings of Skyfire/Silverbolt
Word Count: 974
Summary: Skyfire has a surprise for Silverbolt.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Warnings: Hints of robo-slash; fluff to the point of being sickening; me showing just how little I remember about astrophysics.
Notes: ...I don't even know. My brain just spits these things out at me. How did this become one of my longest ficlets to date?
Of all the places Silverbolt had been expecting to spend his day off, on the far side of Earth's moon was pretty far down on the list. Skyfire had seemed so enthused about the whole idea, however, and he was fairly curious about what the larger mech had in his processor, so he'd agreed, leading to their current situation. He stretched his legs out further, trying to ignore the curious feeling of the lower gravity affecting both his gyros and some of his sensors, and glanced over at Skyfire. He had to have his optics cranked up to their highest possible light sensitivity to even see the other mech here. “So what's this surprise you were going to show me?”
Skyfire chuckled, giving him one of those small smiles that had helped lure the Concorde far up out of his comfort zone. “You'll see. Just a little longer.” He assured, looking back up at the sky like he was waiting for something. Silverbolt stifled the urge to pout- no matter his age, it was immature and undignified, slag it- and settled for sighing out his vents, following the larger mech's stare upwards.
Even without whatever surprise Skyfire had in his processor, the view alone could make the whole trip worth it. No atmosphere or light pollution meant the stars shined brighter and clearer than on Earth, making the whole sky almost seem to glow, nearly bright enough to cause burnout warnings for his currently hypersensitive optics flash in his peripheral vision. He started picking out what constellations he could, trying to recall what the 'official' designations for the stars that composed them were.
“It's almost time.” Skyfire's sudden comment startled him out of his idle activity, and he belatedly realized that nearly half a joor had passed since either of them had said anything. The larger mech moved so easily in such a foreign environment that it was almost surreal, and for the first time Silverbolt really understood that this was what Skyfire had been built for, to feel perfectly at home even in the strangest corners of the galaxy. Pushing aside his surprise for the moment, he scrambled to his feet with significantly less grace than his friend. The shuttleformer kindly didn't say anything about his less-than-amazing display, his attention instead focused on the horizon.
Silverbolt settled into place beside Skyfire, close enough their wings nearly scraped over each other and his sensors could pick up the stored heat in Skyfire's plating. “Turn your optics down. Ratchet would reformat me if I let you burn them out.” Shooting the scientist a curious look, because it was already nearly impossible to see, he obeyed. Instantly everything seemed to plummet into darkness, only the dim, distant stars offering any sort of light. Except... Oh.
A small sliver of light was crossing the horizon, making the furthest areas he could see almost glow. He knew, somewhere in the back of his processor, that it had something to do with the chemical composition of the dust covering the moon, but seeing it like this... It didn't really matter much, he supposed.
He'd thought the view of Earth as they'd flown over to their destination had been beautiful; it didn't have anything on the sight of the sun ever so slowly rising over the silvery landscape. The light reflecting back off the surface caused an eerie glow, and now Skyfire's warning made sense- this would have undoubtedly fried something if he'd left his optics cycled up.
Beside him, Skyfire laughed softly, jolting Silverbolt back to the here and now beyond the light show. He looked over with a sheepish grin, about to apologize for his distraction, when Skyfire unintentionally interrupted him.“The 'dark side' of the moon is a bit incorrect, isn't it?” The shuttle asked, looking back out over the lunar plains with a thoughtful smile. “It just isn't visible from Earth.”
“It's beautiful.” Silverbolt marveled, watching the light continue to advance slowly over the ground, making the various rocks and craters stand out even more against the gleaming dust. “Thank you for bringing me here.” And he meant it; even if the flight up had been a little unpleasant, the experience as a whole was better than he would have ever expected a day spent on the moon, of all places, to be. Not just for the sights, amazing as they were, but also the company.
Speaking of company, Skyfire shifted then, maybe to say something or maybe just to adjust his altered center of gravity, he couldn't tell. Not when he was suddenly, painfully aware of the back of Skyfire's hand brushing over his own, grazing their energy fields together and sending a spike of... Something, through his spark.
The sudden urge to throw all his previous caution to the wind, so to speak, and grab the other mech's hand nearly overwhelmed him, but he forced it down. What the frag was he thinking? Just because Skyfire had been so nice to him, invited him up here to see something that was honestly the most romantic thing he could think of (and Primus he really might have been reading too many human novels) and was now carefully taking hold of his hand-
Wait.
Silverbolt started as Skyfire's action clicked in his processor, looking over at the other mech with wide optics. “...Skyfire?” He began hesitantly, closing his hand around the one holding it as he tried to figure out just what, exactly, Skyfire was thinking. The shuttle wasn't looking at him, but that same small smile was on his faceplates. Silverbolt dared to edge a little closer, a grin starting to form as Skyfire's energy field willingly overlapped with his own.
“It's very beautiful.” Skyfire agreed, and Silverbolt wasn't sure he was talking about the view anymore.
Series: Transformers G1
Table(s): Space
Prompt: Moon
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Skyfire; the beginnings of Skyfire/Silverbolt
Word Count: 974
Summary: Skyfire has a surprise for Silverbolt.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Warnings: Hints of robo-slash; fluff to the point of being sickening; me showing just how little I remember about astrophysics.
Notes: ...I don't even know. My brain just spits these things out at me. How did this become one of my longest ficlets to date?
Of all the places Silverbolt had been expecting to spend his day off, on the far side of Earth's moon was pretty far down on the list. Skyfire had seemed so enthused about the whole idea, however, and he was fairly curious about what the larger mech had in his processor, so he'd agreed, leading to their current situation. He stretched his legs out further, trying to ignore the curious feeling of the lower gravity affecting both his gyros and some of his sensors, and glanced over at Skyfire. He had to have his optics cranked up to their highest possible light sensitivity to even see the other mech here. “So what's this surprise you were going to show me?”
Skyfire chuckled, giving him one of those small smiles that had helped lure the Concorde far up out of his comfort zone. “You'll see. Just a little longer.” He assured, looking back up at the sky like he was waiting for something. Silverbolt stifled the urge to pout- no matter his age, it was immature and undignified, slag it- and settled for sighing out his vents, following the larger mech's stare upwards.
Even without whatever surprise Skyfire had in his processor, the view alone could make the whole trip worth it. No atmosphere or light pollution meant the stars shined brighter and clearer than on Earth, making the whole sky almost seem to glow, nearly bright enough to cause burnout warnings for his currently hypersensitive optics flash in his peripheral vision. He started picking out what constellations he could, trying to recall what the 'official' designations for the stars that composed them were.
“It's almost time.” Skyfire's sudden comment startled him out of his idle activity, and he belatedly realized that nearly half a joor had passed since either of them had said anything. The larger mech moved so easily in such a foreign environment that it was almost surreal, and for the first time Silverbolt really understood that this was what Skyfire had been built for, to feel perfectly at home even in the strangest corners of the galaxy. Pushing aside his surprise for the moment, he scrambled to his feet with significantly less grace than his friend. The shuttleformer kindly didn't say anything about his less-than-amazing display, his attention instead focused on the horizon.
Silverbolt settled into place beside Skyfire, close enough their wings nearly scraped over each other and his sensors could pick up the stored heat in Skyfire's plating. “Turn your optics down. Ratchet would reformat me if I let you burn them out.” Shooting the scientist a curious look, because it was already nearly impossible to see, he obeyed. Instantly everything seemed to plummet into darkness, only the dim, distant stars offering any sort of light. Except... Oh.
A small sliver of light was crossing the horizon, making the furthest areas he could see almost glow. He knew, somewhere in the back of his processor, that it had something to do with the chemical composition of the dust covering the moon, but seeing it like this... It didn't really matter much, he supposed.
He'd thought the view of Earth as they'd flown over to their destination had been beautiful; it didn't have anything on the sight of the sun ever so slowly rising over the silvery landscape. The light reflecting back off the surface caused an eerie glow, and now Skyfire's warning made sense- this would have undoubtedly fried something if he'd left his optics cycled up.
Beside him, Skyfire laughed softly, jolting Silverbolt back to the here and now beyond the light show. He looked over with a sheepish grin, about to apologize for his distraction, when Skyfire unintentionally interrupted him.“The 'dark side' of the moon is a bit incorrect, isn't it?” The shuttle asked, looking back out over the lunar plains with a thoughtful smile. “It just isn't visible from Earth.”
“It's beautiful.” Silverbolt marveled, watching the light continue to advance slowly over the ground, making the various rocks and craters stand out even more against the gleaming dust. “Thank you for bringing me here.” And he meant it; even if the flight up had been a little unpleasant, the experience as a whole was better than he would have ever expected a day spent on the moon, of all places, to be. Not just for the sights, amazing as they were, but also the company.
Speaking of company, Skyfire shifted then, maybe to say something or maybe just to adjust his altered center of gravity, he couldn't tell. Not when he was suddenly, painfully aware of the back of Skyfire's hand brushing over his own, grazing their energy fields together and sending a spike of... Something, through his spark.
The sudden urge to throw all his previous caution to the wind, so to speak, and grab the other mech's hand nearly overwhelmed him, but he forced it down. What the frag was he thinking? Just because Skyfire had been so nice to him, invited him up here to see something that was honestly the most romantic thing he could think of (and Primus he really might have been reading too many human novels) and was now carefully taking hold of his hand-
Wait.
Silverbolt started as Skyfire's action clicked in his processor, looking over at the other mech with wide optics. “...Skyfire?” He began hesitantly, closing his hand around the one holding it as he tried to figure out just what, exactly, Skyfire was thinking. The shuttle wasn't looking at him, but that same small smile was on his faceplates. Silverbolt dared to edge a little closer, a grin starting to form as Skyfire's energy field willingly overlapped with his own.
“It's very beautiful.” Skyfire agreed, and Silverbolt wasn't sure he was talking about the view anymore.