TF: Never Mess with Red Alert
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Vortex finally learns a lesson he should have learnt after the Negavator incident.
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_pairingweekly prompt (Resurrection Sunday) - Vortex/Red Alert - I guess it’s slag time for you. I've noticed that I don't always stick to the pairing, but just involve those characters... I'm wondering whether this is a good thing or not?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Vortex stared at the Autobot. If he remembered correctly, this was the one Starscream had been laughing about after that incident with the Negavator. Vortex had only heard about it, but the way Starscream told it, he’d single-handedly convinced Red Alert to help him get the Autobot’s machine. Of course, Vortex had read the reports (not that he should have had access to them of course) and knew that Starscream was lying through his intakes.
Red Alert stared at the Decepticon. He knew exactly who he was facing, knew everything the Autobots knew about Vortex (except what Jazz wasn’t telling). And now here he was, standing in front of one of the worst interrogators the Decepticon army had.
“Guess it’s slag time for you now.” Vortex grinned behind his mask. At his feet lay the Autobot firetruck, offline and leaking energon in more places than Red Alert thought possible. He’d heard Inferno go down with a cry he never wanted to hear again. He’d rushed across to confront Inferno’s attacker and found himself face to face with Vortex. Red Alert shook his head; he really should know better than to just go rushing in. It was something he was always chiding Inferno for, and he’d just done the same thing.
“No?” Vortex tilted his head as though he was confused. “You’ll end up just the same as him.” He gestured down to the still form of Inferno. Red Alert couldn’t help but look again; it was almost unnatural to see Inferno so still.
Something broke in Red Alert at the sight of his lover lying there. It just wasn’t right. Inferno was never still. Even sitting down, something was always moving, as though the mech simply couldn’t stay still. Primus, even recharging, he moved about. And the reason he was so still was standing in front of him, covered in his lover’s energon and gloating about it.
Red Alert growled.
Vortex’s optics flickered. That wasn’t quite the reaction he’d been expecting. He’d been expecting the Autobot to cower in fear, or at least tremble. Not growl at him. Growling was never a good sign. Neither was the way the Autobot primed his shoulder rocket. Not good at all.
“No, I think it’s slag time for you.” Red Alert retorted, firing his shoulder rocket. The explosion knocked him off his feet, sending him flying backwards. As the static cleared from his vision, he didn’t think to catalogue any injuries he might have sustained, he made his way back to Inferno. Out of the corner of his optics, he noticed one of Vortex’s gestalt-mates heading towards their location, but he ignored him. He didn’t think the mech was there to fight, not by the resigned way he was trudging across the field. Putting out a priority call to Ratchet, Red Alert tried to stem as much of the leaks as he could.
“You fragging well had to attack his lover.” Blast Off growled as he hoisted Vortex off the ground, stooping to pick up several rotor blades. “That incident with Starscream didn’t teach you that you don’t mess with him?” Blast Off shook his head and made his way back to the rest of the Combaticons.
Red Alert couldn’t help the small smile at Blast Off’s words.
Series: G1
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: Vortex finally learns a lesson he should have learnt after the Negavator incident.
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_pairingweekly prompt (Resurrection Sunday) - Vortex/Red Alert - I guess it’s slag time for you. I've noticed that I don't always stick to the pairing, but just involve those characters... I'm wondering whether this is a good thing or not?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Vortex stared at the Autobot. If he remembered correctly, this was the one Starscream had been laughing about after that incident with the Negavator. Vortex had only heard about it, but the way Starscream told it, he’d single-handedly convinced Red Alert to help him get the Autobot’s machine. Of course, Vortex had read the reports (not that he should have had access to them of course) and knew that Starscream was lying through his intakes.
Red Alert stared at the Decepticon. He knew exactly who he was facing, knew everything the Autobots knew about Vortex (except what Jazz wasn’t telling). And now here he was, standing in front of one of the worst interrogators the Decepticon army had.
“Guess it’s slag time for you now.” Vortex grinned behind his mask. At his feet lay the Autobot firetruck, offline and leaking energon in more places than Red Alert thought possible. He’d heard Inferno go down with a cry he never wanted to hear again. He’d rushed across to confront Inferno’s attacker and found himself face to face with Vortex. Red Alert shook his head; he really should know better than to just go rushing in. It was something he was always chiding Inferno for, and he’d just done the same thing.
“No?” Vortex tilted his head as though he was confused. “You’ll end up just the same as him.” He gestured down to the still form of Inferno. Red Alert couldn’t help but look again; it was almost unnatural to see Inferno so still.
Something broke in Red Alert at the sight of his lover lying there. It just wasn’t right. Inferno was never still. Even sitting down, something was always moving, as though the mech simply couldn’t stay still. Primus, even recharging, he moved about. And the reason he was so still was standing in front of him, covered in his lover’s energon and gloating about it.
Red Alert growled.
Vortex’s optics flickered. That wasn’t quite the reaction he’d been expecting. He’d been expecting the Autobot to cower in fear, or at least tremble. Not growl at him. Growling was never a good sign. Neither was the way the Autobot primed his shoulder rocket. Not good at all.
“No, I think it’s slag time for you.” Red Alert retorted, firing his shoulder rocket. The explosion knocked him off his feet, sending him flying backwards. As the static cleared from his vision, he didn’t think to catalogue any injuries he might have sustained, he made his way back to Inferno. Out of the corner of his optics, he noticed one of Vortex’s gestalt-mates heading towards their location, but he ignored him. He didn’t think the mech was there to fight, not by the resigned way he was trudging across the field. Putting out a priority call to Ratchet, Red Alert tried to stem as much of the leaks as he could.
“You fragging well had to attack his lover.” Blast Off growled as he hoisted Vortex off the ground, stooping to pick up several rotor blades. “That incident with Starscream didn’t teach you that you don’t mess with him?” Blast Off shook his head and made his way back to the rest of the Combaticons.
Red Alert couldn’t help the small smile at Blast Off’s words.