TF: Initiation
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Hot Rod gets initiated into the ranks of the Autobots on Earth.
Warnings: None really.
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_speedwriting Wednesday prompt number 2 - Initiation. And yes, I am fully aware that the title is oh-so-original.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Hot Rod stared at the two Lamborghinis.
“You’re sure I have to do that?”
“Yup.” Sideswipe grinned at him. “Mechs are gonna know if you don’t.”
“And you won’t be part of the team.” Sunstreaker put in.”
“Everyone else has done it and it has to be done and if you don’t do it, it’s like Sunstreaker said if you don’t, you won’t be part of the team and everyone will know that you couldn’t do it.” Tilting his head at Bluestreak as the Datsun finished, Hot Rod shrugged.
“Never let it be said I back down from a challenge.” With that, he strode off in the direction of the medbay.
“Do you really think we should let him go through with it?” Bluestreak asked, looking worriedly in the direction Hot Rod had taken.
“Honestly Blue? Probably not. But it’s going to be so much fun!”
“Wait, one more thing needs doing” Sunstreaker pointed out.
“Oh yes…” Sideswipe cackled and rubbed his hands together, opening a comm line to Ironhide.
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“And if you ever think a even tryin’ to look at mah bondmate again, let alone kiss him, I’m gonna break ya inta so many pieces that he won’t be able ta put ya back together again!”
“No you fragging won’t Ironhide!”
The ensuing chase after Ironhide had caught Hot Rod kissing a rather surprised Ratchet had led to the rec room, where all the Autobots present were witness to Ironhide’s temper.
“But they told me…” Hot Rod broke off as both Ironhide and Ratchet glared at him.
“Who told you?” Ratchet’s voice was cold. Everyone on the base knew that Ironhide was very protective over Ratchet, and that Ratchet didn’t like being touched (except by Ironhide).
“I…” Hot Rod faltered. Autobots didn’t get other Autobots in trouble.
“Sideswipe.” Ironhide growled. The flinch from Hot Rod as he mentioned the frontliner’s name told him all he needed to know.
“Oh no you don’t. You are not dismantling them!” Ratchet tugged on Ironhide’s arm before the red mech could even step towards the Twins, who were sitting on one of the couches, thoroughly enjoying the ‘entertainment’.
“But…”
“But nothing. We’ll get our own back on them…” Ratchet promised, shooting the Twins a meaningful look before pulling on Ironhide’s arm and leading him out of the rec room.
“So do you do that with every new recruit?” Kup asked, staring down at Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
“Nope. Only the gullible ones.” Kup laughed at that.
“And ain’t he just a gullible one. Kid’s got potential though. An’ I don’t want to see you beating him down now.” His tone brooked no argument, and the Twins could hear that.
“We won’t.” In fact, after Hot Rod had actually attempted to kiss Ratchet, he’d gone up in their estimation. And they could always use another partner in crime.