TF Fic: If You Had My Love (3/5)
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, not me.
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Rating: PG
Notes: Previous chapters can be found here.
Summary: Red Alert tries to deal with breaking up with Inferno.
Glitched Guilt:
"Just promise me that you'll find the mech that makes you happy, okay?"
"But how can I be happy knowing I've hurt you," Red Alert replied to the memory. He was alone, again, in the monitor room, and kept going over his conversation with Inferno. There was just so much he had done wrong, and offering to spark bond was on the top of the list. It was a desperate and callous move, and Red was surprised the firetruck hadn't punched him in the face for it.
The security mech almost wished he had. Then maybe he wouldn't feel so pained with guilt, but it was what he deserved. It was what he deserved for practically hurting his only friend and leaving him with sparkling.
Their sparkling, oh how he wondered what their sparkling would come to be like. Would they be a mech or a femme? Would they look like Inferno or himself? Would they be glitched, like him? Would they hate him, for what he had done?
A few tears landed on top of the datapad Red Alert was supposed to be going over. He didn't notice.
It was a while later when the security mech blinked his optics and realized he was no longer in the monitor room, but the medbay. Why was he here? How'd he get here?
"Finally, Prowl! He's out of stasis lock," he heard a familiar grouchy voice shout.
"Good, how soon is he able to leave?"
"Oh no you don't! First, we need to find out why he fritzed in the first place," Ratchet argued.
So, apparently he went into stasis lock when thinking of his sparkling with Inferno. It would probably hurt the firetruck to know that. Best to lie, and hope it doesn't happen again.
"It was stress. I was worried..." Red started to say, but trailed off, afraid to admit too much.
"Worried about the sparkling?" Prowl asked.
"Yes," the security mech replied. It wasn't really a lie; he was worried about the sparkling.
"Well I'll have you know that the sparkling's going to be just fine! We may not have had one in the last several orns, but we know what we're doing here!"
"I'm sure it's not your abilities as a medic that concern him, Ratchet. Now can he go?" Prowl insisted.
"Yeah, fine, but if he glitches..." Ratchet responded, leaving his threat open to interpretation.
Nodding, the tactician escorted his colleague out of the med bay and back towards the security room.
"It's not really the sparkling you're worried about, is it?" Prowl asked as they neared their destination.
"No, I do worry," Red Alert tried to defend himself.
"But it's not why you went into stasis lock?"
The lambo stayed quiet as they entered the room, and continued to sit in silence for a while as he stared at the monitors. Prowl sat next to him, doing the same, and waited for a response.
When it was finally given, it was barely above a whisper, "Do you hate me for what I've done?"
"If you're referring to your relationship with Inferno, no, I do not hate you. You cannot help the way you feel, and I think what you did in telling him the truth was the right decision. It was just unfortunate that Inferno was with sparkling," Prowl explained calmly.
A part of Red Alert wanted to argue at the last part of the tactician's statement, but then he felt anger towards himself for thinking he had the right to defend the sparkling. He had lost any and all say he had for it the moment he hurt...his friend.
Another joor, and again the security mech found himself staring up at the medbay's ceiling and Ratchet's angry scowl. Thankfully Prowl's stoic face provided a small amount of comfort.
"Alright, you are officially off duty for the next steller-cycle!" the CMO practically shouted in his face before stomping off to get some recharge.
"I'm afraid these orders are true. We can't have you going into stasis-lock every other klik, so Bumblebee, and a few others will be taking your place," Prowl confirmed after the medic had left.
"But I--"
"I suggest you take this time to analyze your feelings for Inferno, and decide what is best for you in regards to your relationship with him. Primus knows, I had to do the same when considering Jazz for my bondmate," the datsun admitted as he started to walk away.
"Prowl," Red Alert said, stopping the tactician from leaving, "How did you--what made you decide that Jazz was the one?"
Smiling, Prowl replied, "When I realized that I didn't love him because I needed him, but that I needed him because I love him."
His statement seemed to only serve in making the security mech go into stasis lock for a third time.
-tbc
Ah, fixed! Accidentally posted the same drabble twice! Anyway, I just have two more chapters left of this fic. But right now I currently have writer's block on it. Also, if anyone thinks I should post more of my TF fiction here, (I don't have a lot yet, but I will maybe), just tell me so.
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Rating: PG
Notes: Previous chapters can be found here.
Summary: Red Alert tries to deal with breaking up with Inferno.
Glitched Guilt:
"Just promise me that you'll find the mech that makes you happy, okay?"
"But how can I be happy knowing I've hurt you," Red Alert replied to the memory. He was alone, again, in the monitor room, and kept going over his conversation with Inferno. There was just so much he had done wrong, and offering to spark bond was on the top of the list. It was a desperate and callous move, and Red was surprised the firetruck hadn't punched him in the face for it.
The security mech almost wished he had. Then maybe he wouldn't feel so pained with guilt, but it was what he deserved. It was what he deserved for practically hurting his only friend and leaving him with sparkling.
Their sparkling, oh how he wondered what their sparkling would come to be like. Would they be a mech or a femme? Would they look like Inferno or himself? Would they be glitched, like him? Would they hate him, for what he had done?
A few tears landed on top of the datapad Red Alert was supposed to be going over. He didn't notice.
It was a while later when the security mech blinked his optics and realized he was no longer in the monitor room, but the medbay. Why was he here? How'd he get here?
"Finally, Prowl! He's out of stasis lock," he heard a familiar grouchy voice shout.
"Good, how soon is he able to leave?"
"Oh no you don't! First, we need to find out why he fritzed in the first place," Ratchet argued.
So, apparently he went into stasis lock when thinking of his sparkling with Inferno. It would probably hurt the firetruck to know that. Best to lie, and hope it doesn't happen again.
"It was stress. I was worried..." Red started to say, but trailed off, afraid to admit too much.
"Worried about the sparkling?" Prowl asked.
"Yes," the security mech replied. It wasn't really a lie; he was worried about the sparkling.
"Well I'll have you know that the sparkling's going to be just fine! We may not have had one in the last several orns, but we know what we're doing here!"
"I'm sure it's not your abilities as a medic that concern him, Ratchet. Now can he go?" Prowl insisted.
"Yeah, fine, but if he glitches..." Ratchet responded, leaving his threat open to interpretation.
Nodding, the tactician escorted his colleague out of the med bay and back towards the security room.
"It's not really the sparkling you're worried about, is it?" Prowl asked as they neared their destination.
"No, I do worry," Red Alert tried to defend himself.
"But it's not why you went into stasis lock?"
The lambo stayed quiet as they entered the room, and continued to sit in silence for a while as he stared at the monitors. Prowl sat next to him, doing the same, and waited for a response.
When it was finally given, it was barely above a whisper, "Do you hate me for what I've done?"
"If you're referring to your relationship with Inferno, no, I do not hate you. You cannot help the way you feel, and I think what you did in telling him the truth was the right decision. It was just unfortunate that Inferno was with sparkling," Prowl explained calmly.
A part of Red Alert wanted to argue at the last part of the tactician's statement, but then he felt anger towards himself for thinking he had the right to defend the sparkling. He had lost any and all say he had for it the moment he hurt...his friend.
Another joor, and again the security mech found himself staring up at the medbay's ceiling and Ratchet's angry scowl. Thankfully Prowl's stoic face provided a small amount of comfort.
"Alright, you are officially off duty for the next steller-cycle!" the CMO practically shouted in his face before stomping off to get some recharge.
"I'm afraid these orders are true. We can't have you going into stasis-lock every other klik, so Bumblebee, and a few others will be taking your place," Prowl confirmed after the medic had left.
"But I--"
"I suggest you take this time to analyze your feelings for Inferno, and decide what is best for you in regards to your relationship with him. Primus knows, I had to do the same when considering Jazz for my bondmate," the datsun admitted as he started to walk away.
"Prowl," Red Alert said, stopping the tactician from leaving, "How did you--what made you decide that Jazz was the one?"
Smiling, Prowl replied, "When I realized that I didn't love him because I needed him, but that I needed him because I love him."
His statement seemed to only serve in making the security mech go into stasis lock for a third time.
-tbc
Ah, fixed! Accidentally posted the same drabble twice! Anyway, I just have two more chapters left of this fic. But right now I currently have writer's block on it. Also, if anyone thinks I should post more of my TF fiction here, (I don't have a lot yet, but I will maybe), just tell me so.