TF: Robots Get Cold, Right?
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: When Inferno and Red Alert save the residents of an old people’s home, they don’t expect any thanks. But the residents want to do something for them.
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 redxinferno, houndxmirage, prowlxjazz December Collaboration challenge prompt - homeknit sweaters. And no, I don’t know how they managed it either.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Collaboration With: naggingfishwife
It had started out as a pleasant day. Inferno had managed to convince Red Alert to join him for a short patrol around the city limits. He’d been surprised when Red Alert had agreed, but then, given the number of pranks that had occurred recently, the security director was more than a little frazzled. The patrol route was a standard one Inferno took, encompassing some of the zones the fire department couldn’t access quickly. He liked being useful in that respect. And the roads were fairly well maintained, which meant that even Red Alert, with his low-slung alt-mode could keep a decent pace. Something, which Inferno knew, he enjoyed doing when he had the chance. Not that he had the chance very often of course; the mech was a workaholic.
“Hey Red, d’ya smell that?” Inferno slowed to a stop, concentrating on his sensors.
“Trouble.” Red Alert’s tone was decisive as he stopped and transformed, gun out and at the ready.
“Nah, least, not the Decepticon sorta trouble.” Inferno transformed and pointed in one direction. He could detect smoke, but knew that Red Alert’s sensors were far more accurate than his.
“Fire.” Red Alert checked his sensors, sweeping out in the direction Inferno indicated. “And from the map it appears to be an old peoples’ home.”
“Well that ain’t good.” Transforming again, Inferno floored his accelerator, heading towards the fire and the old peoples’ home. Red Alert hurriedly transformed and followed him, updating the Ark with their whereabouts and intentions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thankfully, by the time they arrived, the fire had not long taken hold, though flames leapt from the roof of the building. Residents mingled about outside, fretting over friends that were still inside with no way out. As soon as he pulled to a stop, Inferno had his hoses pointing towards the fire, foam spraying out to extinguish the flames. Red Alert transformed, sensors focussed on the building as he scanned for life-signs. As he found them, he signalled to Inferno, so the mech could direct his spray away from them. No sense in drowning those they were there to save.
Red Alert carefully moved aside damaged timbers and furnishings, clearing a path to the survivors. Again, he is grateful for Inferno’s fire sense; if the red mech hadn’t sensed the fire, there would be more casualties than there are. He’s infinitely grateful that they arrived before there were any fatalities. Carefully, he extracted the last resident, coughing and spluttering, but very much alive. She clung to his finger as he lifted her out, cradling her in his hand until he lowered her to the ground where paramedics could check her over.
Inferno stood silently, checking to make sure the last of the fire was out. One can never be too sure in this heat; he’s learnt that the hard way and it’s a lesson he will never forget. Eventually, satisfied, he stepped away from the building, towards Red Alert and the human authorities that had now gathered.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done to help.” The fire chief was in the process of thanking Red Alert.
“Awr, it were nothin’.” Inferno butted in.
“Nothing? We could have died if it hadn’t been for you!” One of the residents cried out. Others agreed with her, and Red Alert shifted uncomfortably.
“Well, jus’ be glad we were in the area.” Inferno knelt down to speak with them more easily.
“Thank you.” They flocked towards him, and Inferno swore he could see Red Alert twitch.
“I’m jus’ glad we got here before there were any serious damage. Now, y’all be careful.” He stood up and nodded to Red Alert. They really should carry on with what was left of their patrol. Red Alert nodded in agreement.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“We should really do something for those nice Autobots.”
“Like what Agnes?”
“Well, winter is coming.”
“I’m not sure giant robots from outer space feel the cold, Margery.”
“Well, what do you suggest then Edith?” Edith was silent.
“Perhaps they do get a little cold?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Er Red?” Ironhide’s voice came over Red Alert’s comm, stopping the mech in his tracks.
“Yes?” There was only one reason Ironhide would comm him while he was off shift, and it wasn’t a good reason.
“Ain’t nothin’ ta worry about.” Ironhide started, knowing that Red Alert would start worrying. “Jus’ that there’s a package jus’ been delivered fer you an’ Inferno.”
“Oh?” Intrigued, Red Alert motioned for Inferno to follow him. Inferno groaned; he’d been so close to getting Red Alert down to the rec room for some relaxing fun.
“What is it?” Red Alert demanded as soon as he entered the security center.
“Hol’ yer horses, Red. I ain’t opened it. Ain’t addressed ta me.” He shot Inferno a grin.
“We got mail?” Inferno asked, not having realised why exactly they’d been heading towards the security center.
“You got mail.” Ironhide held out the package. It was large, but fairly light. Inferno took the package and started ripping it open.
“Wait! What do you think you’re doing?” Red Alert fairly screeched, but Inferno was used to it.
“I’m opening our package, Red.” He answered calmly, breaking out into a smile as he realised what the package contained. “Aww look, them ladies knitted us some sweaters.” He held up two large woollen… things, before tossing one at Red Alert. He automatically caught it and examined it.
It was indeed a homeknitted sweater; fire-engine red with a snowman on the front. He held it up, aghast at the thought of even wearing it (and just why would giant robots from outer space need sweaters?). He was drawn from his thoughts by Inferno’s joyous exclamation. The fire-truck had managed to get his sweater on (and how, Red Alert didn’t even want to contemplate) and was admiring himself.
“Looks good, eh Red?” Red Alert took a long look at the sweater Inferno was wearing; white, with a large Christmas tree on the front.
“It’s…”
“I think it looks great Inferno. That from them ladies ya saved a while back?” Ironhide somehow managed to keep the laughter from his voice.
“Yeah, they said, wait…” Inferno reached back into the box and grabbed the note that came with it. “They said that they couldn’t think of anything else to do to thank us, and because they all enjoy knitting and it was coming up for winter, they made these for us, so we don’t catch cold.”
“How can we…” Red Alert started faintly, still holding onto his sweater.
“Well I think that’s downright nice of them.” Ironhide nodded.
“I think they’re great.” Inferno looked down at his own sweater again. He would swear that the white was the exact color of Red Alert’s paint.
“Ya ain’t gonna try yers on, Red?”
“I…” Red Alert started to protest, but sighed and struggled to pull the sweater on.
“Now that’s jus’ perfect.” Inferno grinned as Red Alert tugged the sweater down.
“Now don’t ya both look a picture…” Ironhide smiled. “Wait here, I gotta get a capture a this.” He burrowed around in one of the drawers before pulling out a frame capture device.
“Smile fer the camera…” He said, snapping the shot of Inferno and Red Alert wearing their home-knit sweaters.
Picture by the lovely and ever-so-talented naggingfishwife
Series: G1
Pairings: Red Alert/Inferno
Summary: When Inferno and Red Alert save the residents of an old people’s home, they don’t expect any thanks. But the residents want to do something for them.
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 redxinferno, houndxmirage, prowlxjazz December Collaboration challenge prompt - homeknit sweaters. And no, I don’t know how they managed it either.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Collaboration With: naggingfishwife
It had started out as a pleasant day. Inferno had managed to convince Red Alert to join him for a short patrol around the city limits. He’d been surprised when Red Alert had agreed, but then, given the number of pranks that had occurred recently, the security director was more than a little frazzled. The patrol route was a standard one Inferno took, encompassing some of the zones the fire department couldn’t access quickly. He liked being useful in that respect. And the roads were fairly well maintained, which meant that even Red Alert, with his low-slung alt-mode could keep a decent pace. Something, which Inferno knew, he enjoyed doing when he had the chance. Not that he had the chance very often of course; the mech was a workaholic.
“Hey Red, d’ya smell that?” Inferno slowed to a stop, concentrating on his sensors.
“Trouble.” Red Alert’s tone was decisive as he stopped and transformed, gun out and at the ready.
“Nah, least, not the Decepticon sorta trouble.” Inferno transformed and pointed in one direction. He could detect smoke, but knew that Red Alert’s sensors were far more accurate than his.
“Fire.” Red Alert checked his sensors, sweeping out in the direction Inferno indicated. “And from the map it appears to be an old peoples’ home.”
“Well that ain’t good.” Transforming again, Inferno floored his accelerator, heading towards the fire and the old peoples’ home. Red Alert hurriedly transformed and followed him, updating the Ark with their whereabouts and intentions.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Thankfully, by the time they arrived, the fire had not long taken hold, though flames leapt from the roof of the building. Residents mingled about outside, fretting over friends that were still inside with no way out. As soon as he pulled to a stop, Inferno had his hoses pointing towards the fire, foam spraying out to extinguish the flames. Red Alert transformed, sensors focussed on the building as he scanned for life-signs. As he found them, he signalled to Inferno, so the mech could direct his spray away from them. No sense in drowning those they were there to save.
Red Alert carefully moved aside damaged timbers and furnishings, clearing a path to the survivors. Again, he is grateful for Inferno’s fire sense; if the red mech hadn’t sensed the fire, there would be more casualties than there are. He’s infinitely grateful that they arrived before there were any fatalities. Carefully, he extracted the last resident, coughing and spluttering, but very much alive. She clung to his finger as he lifted her out, cradling her in his hand until he lowered her to the ground where paramedics could check her over.
Inferno stood silently, checking to make sure the last of the fire was out. One can never be too sure in this heat; he’s learnt that the hard way and it’s a lesson he will never forget. Eventually, satisfied, he stepped away from the building, towards Red Alert and the human authorities that had now gathered.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done to help.” The fire chief was in the process of thanking Red Alert.
“Awr, it were nothin’.” Inferno butted in.
“Nothing? We could have died if it hadn’t been for you!” One of the residents cried out. Others agreed with her, and Red Alert shifted uncomfortably.
“Well, jus’ be glad we were in the area.” Inferno knelt down to speak with them more easily.
“Thank you.” They flocked towards him, and Inferno swore he could see Red Alert twitch.
“I’m jus’ glad we got here before there were any serious damage. Now, y’all be careful.” He stood up and nodded to Red Alert. They really should carry on with what was left of their patrol. Red Alert nodded in agreement.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“We should really do something for those nice Autobots.”
“Like what Agnes?”
“Well, winter is coming.”
“I’m not sure giant robots from outer space feel the cold, Margery.”
“Well, what do you suggest then Edith?” Edith was silent.
“Perhaps they do get a little cold?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Er Red?” Ironhide’s voice came over Red Alert’s comm, stopping the mech in his tracks.
“Yes?” There was only one reason Ironhide would comm him while he was off shift, and it wasn’t a good reason.
“Ain’t nothin’ ta worry about.” Ironhide started, knowing that Red Alert would start worrying. “Jus’ that there’s a package jus’ been delivered fer you an’ Inferno.”
“Oh?” Intrigued, Red Alert motioned for Inferno to follow him. Inferno groaned; he’d been so close to getting Red Alert down to the rec room for some relaxing fun.
“What is it?” Red Alert demanded as soon as he entered the security center.
“Hol’ yer horses, Red. I ain’t opened it. Ain’t addressed ta me.” He shot Inferno a grin.
“We got mail?” Inferno asked, not having realised why exactly they’d been heading towards the security center.
“You got mail.” Ironhide held out the package. It was large, but fairly light. Inferno took the package and started ripping it open.
“Wait! What do you think you’re doing?” Red Alert fairly screeched, but Inferno was used to it.
“I’m opening our package, Red.” He answered calmly, breaking out into a smile as he realised what the package contained. “Aww look, them ladies knitted us some sweaters.” He held up two large woollen… things, before tossing one at Red Alert. He automatically caught it and examined it.
It was indeed a homeknitted sweater; fire-engine red with a snowman on the front. He held it up, aghast at the thought of even wearing it (and just why would giant robots from outer space need sweaters?). He was drawn from his thoughts by Inferno’s joyous exclamation. The fire-truck had managed to get his sweater on (and how, Red Alert didn’t even want to contemplate) and was admiring himself.
“Looks good, eh Red?” Red Alert took a long look at the sweater Inferno was wearing; white, with a large Christmas tree on the front.
“It’s…”
“I think it looks great Inferno. That from them ladies ya saved a while back?” Ironhide somehow managed to keep the laughter from his voice.
“Yeah, they said, wait…” Inferno reached back into the box and grabbed the note that came with it. “They said that they couldn’t think of anything else to do to thank us, and because they all enjoy knitting and it was coming up for winter, they made these for us, so we don’t catch cold.”
“How can we…” Red Alert started faintly, still holding onto his sweater.
“Well I think that’s downright nice of them.” Ironhide nodded.
“I think they’re great.” Inferno looked down at his own sweater again. He would swear that the white was the exact color of Red Alert’s paint.
“Ya ain’t gonna try yers on, Red?”
“I…” Red Alert started to protest, but sighed and struggled to pull the sweater on.
“Now that’s jus’ perfect.” Inferno grinned as Red Alert tugged the sweater down.
“Now don’t ya both look a picture…” Ironhide smiled. “Wait here, I gotta get a capture a this.” He burrowed around in one of the drawers before pulling out a frame capture device.
“Smile fer the camera…” He said, snapping the shot of Inferno and Red Alert wearing their home-knit sweaters.
Picture by the lovely and ever-so-talented naggingfishwife