TF: Observation
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Smokescreen/Red Alert
Summary: Red Alert muses on his relationship.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_rare_pairing June Challenge prompt - "And then he said..."
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“And then he said, ‘you can, but the cybercat stays with me.’” The crowd of Autobots gathered round Smokescreen burst out laughing. Red Alert, watching on the monitors, just shook his head. He’d been there, and he would have sworn that it wasn’t as funny as Smokescreen made out.
They’d been fighting for their lives back then, and it had all been Smokescreen’s fault. Really, he should have known better than to trust his lover when he said ‘trust me’ with that smile on his face. It had caused him nothing but trouble over the years, yet he couldn’t resist the mech. Still, they managed to escape with their plating intact (mostly). And now Smokescreen was making a joke of it all.
Yet… he couldn’t find it in his spark to be annoyed. It had been Smokescreen’s talking that got them out of that mess. Of course, it had been Smokescreen’s talking that had gotten them into the mess in the first place.
Red Alert shook his head, refocusing his attention on the monitor showing the rec room, optics automatically drawn to Smokescreen. He still couldn’t believe they’d been together this long. Primus, some Autobots couldn’t believe they’d even gotten together. But life before the war had been completely different. War had changed them all, forced them to become things they weren’t.
“If I were a betting mech…” The voice over his commline made him jump, forcing his attention back to the present and the realisation that he’d been disregarding the monitors. “I’d bet that you weren’t paying attention to the monitors.”
“Smokescreen!” Red Alert tried to sound outraged, but failed.
“I know you weren’t Red. I always know when you’re looking at me. Your spark goes all warm, and I can feel it across the bond.”
“Smokescreen…” Red Alert’s voice was softer now.
“Give me five minutes to get away, and then I’ll be right there.” Smokescreen’s grin was almost audible. It was all Red Alert could do to set the equipment up to record so that he could be… distracted.