Abeyance (Tformers100; Silverbolt, Fireflight; Table: Weather; Prompt: #3- Snow)
Title: Abeyance
Series: Transformers G1
Table(s): Weather
Prompt: Snow
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Fireflight, mentioned Jazz and Hound; Unspecified/Silverbolt implied
Word Count: 592
Summary: Silverbolt needs more time off and Fireflight's lucky he's cute.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Notes: Vague hints of naughty robot interactions. ...I have no excuses or explanations. Carry on.
//Bolt Bolt Bolt!// Fireflight's excited comm jerked him out of recharge, the rest of Silverbolt's systems booting up sluggishly as he tried to recall where he was, who he was with, and why exactly he'd been so rudely awoken. He resisted the nearly-overwhelming urge to just press closer to the warm frame beside him on his berth, calling up his comm system and trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice. //What is it, Flight?//
That excitement didn't seem to wane in the slightest, and if Fireflight noticed his irritation he ignored it. //You have to come see this! It's so weird! And really pretty but mostly weird!//
He tuned out the rest of Fireflight's rambling commentary, rubbing his companion's arm as the other mech stirred. It wasn't that he was upset with Fireflight over the interruption, per se, but it was more than a little irritating to have one of his few moments away from his team derailed for anything sort of an emergency.
//Fireflight.// Silverbolt felt a little bad for interrupting Fireflight's enthusiastic chatter, but Primus he just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, especially with the way his partner's fingers had started tracing idle patterns on his right wing. //Where are you?//
He could almost hear the realization taking place in Fireflight's processor over the comm. //Oh! I'm at the entrance to the Ark! It's really neat, Bolt!// With a quiet groan, he reluctantly pulled away from the other mech, muttering a promise to be quick before exiting their temporarily shared quarters. Aside from the occasional glance or polite nod, no one seemed to even acknowledge him as he passed, letting him reach the base entrance- and Fireflight- entirely unaccosted.
What he saw caused him to stop just short of actually exiting the Ark, merely watching warily for a few moments.
Fireflight was outside with an obviously very amused Jazz and excited Hound, chatting both mechs' audios off as... Something fell to the ground around them. There was already a fair coating of it on the ground, and if it wasn't for their calm attitudes and its incorrect coloring he would have thought it was ash from the volcano. He subtly scanned it as he stepped outside, running it against the data he'd downloaded from Teletran about this planet and coming up with a name before he'd even taken his second step. Snow. Precipitation in the form of ice crystals, formed directly from the freezing of the water vapor in the air.
“Bolt!”
Silverbolt braced himself without even thinking, automatically wrapping his arms around Fireflight almost tackled him in excitement. “Do you /see/ this? It's really awesome isn't it! Hound says it's snow and a normal thing for this time of year in this part of Earth so we'll be seeing a lot of it now but-”
Once again Silverbolt tuned out most of his brother's exuberant babble, only picking out enough to give the impression he was really listening, and turned his attention to the sky, watching the delicate crystalline structures slowly drift down.
It was only when Hound said something he didn't quite catch that Fireflight stopped talking, and he took the opportunity to say something himself. “Thank you, Flight.” And despite his earlier annoyance he really did mean it, shifting his gaze from the sky back to the beaming red-and-white jet in his arms. “For showing me this.”
The way Fireflight's faceplates lit up at his comment was more than enough to make up for the interruption.
Series: Transformers G1
Table(s): Weather
Prompt: Snow
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Fireflight, mentioned Jazz and Hound; Unspecified/Silverbolt implied
Word Count: 592
Summary: Silverbolt needs more time off and Fireflight's lucky he's cute.
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Notes: Vague hints of naughty robot interactions. ...I have no excuses or explanations. Carry on.
//Bolt Bolt Bolt!// Fireflight's excited comm jerked him out of recharge, the rest of Silverbolt's systems booting up sluggishly as he tried to recall where he was, who he was with, and why exactly he'd been so rudely awoken. He resisted the nearly-overwhelming urge to just press closer to the warm frame beside him on his berth, calling up his comm system and trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice. //What is it, Flight?//
That excitement didn't seem to wane in the slightest, and if Fireflight noticed his irritation he ignored it. //You have to come see this! It's so weird! And really pretty but mostly weird!//
He tuned out the rest of Fireflight's rambling commentary, rubbing his companion's arm as the other mech stirred. It wasn't that he was upset with Fireflight over the interruption, per se, but it was more than a little irritating to have one of his few moments away from his team derailed for anything sort of an emergency.
//Fireflight.// Silverbolt felt a little bad for interrupting Fireflight's enthusiastic chatter, but Primus he just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, especially with the way his partner's fingers had started tracing idle patterns on his right wing. //Where are you?//
He could almost hear the realization taking place in Fireflight's processor over the comm. //Oh! I'm at the entrance to the Ark! It's really neat, Bolt!// With a quiet groan, he reluctantly pulled away from the other mech, muttering a promise to be quick before exiting their temporarily shared quarters. Aside from the occasional glance or polite nod, no one seemed to even acknowledge him as he passed, letting him reach the base entrance- and Fireflight- entirely unaccosted.
What he saw caused him to stop just short of actually exiting the Ark, merely watching warily for a few moments.
Fireflight was outside with an obviously very amused Jazz and excited Hound, chatting both mechs' audios off as... Something fell to the ground around them. There was already a fair coating of it on the ground, and if it wasn't for their calm attitudes and its incorrect coloring he would have thought it was ash from the volcano. He subtly scanned it as he stepped outside, running it against the data he'd downloaded from Teletran about this planet and coming up with a name before he'd even taken his second step. Snow. Precipitation in the form of ice crystals, formed directly from the freezing of the water vapor in the air.
“Bolt!”
Silverbolt braced himself without even thinking, automatically wrapping his arms around Fireflight almost tackled him in excitement. “Do you /see/ this? It's really awesome isn't it! Hound says it's snow and a normal thing for this time of year in this part of Earth so we'll be seeing a lot of it now but-”
Once again Silverbolt tuned out most of his brother's exuberant babble, only picking out enough to give the impression he was really listening, and turned his attention to the sky, watching the delicate crystalline structures slowly drift down.
It was only when Hound said something he didn't quite catch that Fireflight stopped talking, and he took the opportunity to say something himself. “Thank you, Flight.” And despite his earlier annoyance he really did mean it, shifting his gaze from the sky back to the beaming red-and-white jet in his arms. “For showing me this.”
The way Fireflight's faceplates lit up at his comment was more than enough to make up for the interruption.