TF: Red AlertxInferno Drabbles
Title: Another Drabble Spectacular, December 10th to 14th
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Red Alert and Inferno, based on the word of the day from Dictionary.com
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: It’s official - I am mad. Having started the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge, flarn_fanfic said how she wished someone was doing something similar for redxinferno. And I’m easily suggestible when it comes to that pairing. So I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day?
Sorry for the delay, didn't have a good weekend for various reasons and creativity fell by the wayside. But thank you to
naggingfishwife and swift117 for caring!
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
December 10 - fletcherize
Red Alert looked at the cube of high-grade longingly.
“Go on Red…” Inferno prompted. “And don’t forget ta fletcherize.” He added cheekily, ignoring the glare he got from Red Alert.
“I can’t believe that we have so much energon now.” He murmured wonderingly, still staring at the cube.
“Sideswipe says that this is their best batch.” Inferno grinned, hefting his own cube. “Meant ta be really sweet.” He took a small sip, offlining his optics at the burst of flavor across his sensors.
“Is it good?”
“Oh, it’s good.” Inferno took a larger sip. “It’s real good. Try it, Red.”
December 11 - philter
“I just wish I had some sort of philter I could make him drink without him knowing it.” Red Alert grumbled. Prowl shook his head.
“Don’t you dare stoop to those sorts of levels.” He warned.
“But he’s everything I could want in a mech.” Red Alert protested. “Tall, handsome , nice voice. And those little wings at the side of his helmet that just beg to be stroked.” Prowl choked on his energon.
“I do not need to hear your fantasies involving Inferno!”
“’Sides,” Jazz put in. “You don’t need ta doing anything. Mech loves ya already.”
“He does?”
December 12 - gallivant
“I can’t believe you would go off gallivanting around without a thought for security! Did you realise we didn’t know you were off base? If something serious…” Red Alert caught himself. “If something more serious had happened and you had no way of contacting us, we wouldn’t have realised you were missing!”
“Can you imagine what effect it would have on morale for you to just disappear without us knowing what happened? And all because you blantantly ignored security procedures.” Inferno shifted uncomfortably on the medical berth, opening his mouth to defend himself.
“Aw, Red. I didn’t know ya cared.”
December 13 - prosopography
Inferno remembered the prosopography he’d been given about this new mech; Red Alert. It had detailed his career; his rapid rise through the ranks to become an officer and security expert. It detailed his appearance, paint job and alt-mode. And it even had detailed notes on his rather reticent personality.
What it didn’t detail, Inferno thought, was the way the light glinted off that immaculate white and red plating. Or the way the mech could look down his nose at you, even when you towered above him.
And it certainly didn’t detail the way Red Alert made his spark pulse.
December 14 - brazen
“Inferno!”
“What?” Inferno’s face was all wounded innocence.
“I cannot believe you would be brazen enough to suggest that in public!” Red Alert hissed and stalked out of the rec room. Inferno gaped for long moments, before gathering his wits and hurrying after Red Alert.
“Red! Red, wait up.” Red Alert hadn’t got very far down the corridor by the time Inferno caught up with him.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think ‘bout where we were.”
“I know you didn’t. Besides, just because you suggested it in public, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t agree to it if you’d suggested it in private.”