Protectobot Snippets #13
A very happy birthday to therixkeycopy! *glomps* I was going to write some NC-17 smut, or make a really big cake, but I'm afraid you'll have to settle for a batch of regular ol' snippets instead ^_~
In other news - first frogs have been singing at the park! :D First dandelion spotted in the yard, temps in the near 70'sF this Thursday. I'm rather horrifically behind at work, so I'm partly ecstatic and partly "oh noes, not spring! I'm not ready!" D: Car has been used to transport bales of straw and muddy dog, is starting to feel very much like home. Head is still woozy - muscle relaxants are not my friend, I don't think, although I managed to get out hiking today and felt a lot better after. Currently in phone tag negotiations with the doc. Toast likes to eat my knees - yeouch!
Edit - I just switched my LJ notifications email account from yahoo to gmail, so we'll see if that works any better *crosses fingers*
1.
“You really wore them out,” Ironhide said, sounding impressed. “Think you could extend your visit by a few vorns?”
Arcee grinned up at him, his slender frame barely visible in the middle of the pile of recharging Protectobots. Arcee had never struck Ironhide as the cuddly type, but the Protectobots had been enchanted by the graceful warrior with his high, sweet voice and quick wit (not to mention his ability to take down Hot Spot with one hand, which Hot Spot thought great fun and insisted on trying several times). Hot Spot had his helm resting on Arcee’s legs, while Groove had claimed one of his arms. Blades was sprawled against them all, offline to the world after an exhausting day trying to keep up with Springer through the fierce, tricky winds of their little planet.
2.
Sunstreaker had seen First Aid recharge before - hands tucked beneath his chin, buttressed on all sides by the frames of his brothers, or lightly dozing in the medbay, ready to spring awake at the smallest change in a patient’s condition. This was different though. The little medic was recharging deeply, a faint smile on his faceplates, one hand flung loosely above his helm, the other resting peacefully in Sunstreaker’s own hand. Both their hands, still stained with energon, but for very different reasons.
3.
“Extraordinary,” Perceptor murmured, as he increased the magnification even further. “Your components have adjusted to allow for movement even as they expand. Your left major arm strut has actually increased in length by 0.00000493% since I began this examination, a remarkable feat indeed.” Roller beeped at him in agreement.
“So, what do you think?” First Aid asked.
“I concur with Ratchet; his current growth rate should not prove an impediment to scanning an alt mode.”
“Oh great,” Sideswipe groaned. “Now the little scrap’s gonna be mobile?”
“Sideswipe,” Perceptor chided, attempting to return Roller to First Aid.
“You have to admit, he is kind of pathetic.” Sideswipe winked one optic at the tiny mech. Perceptor huffed indignantly. Roller giggled.
“For your information, Roller is a marvel of…self assembly…and…” Perceptor seemed to be having difficulty detaching Roller’s hands, which were firmly flattened against his lower armplate. “First Aid, you never mentioned he had magnetic attachments in his upper digits. And his lower ones,” he added, as Roller’s foot components clamped on tightly as well.
“He didn’t,” First Aid sounded startled. “At least he didn’t last time I scanned him.”
//You were pretty pathetic, too, when you started out// Sunstreaker sent, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall of the medbay, watching as First Aid attempted to detach Roller from Perceptor’s arm.
//I was?// Sideswipe blinked, prodding at his brother with tentative curiosity through the bond. Sunstreaker rarely volunteered information from their lives before the gladiator pits, and Sideswipe had learned that pushing too hard would only end…badly.
Sunstreaker transferred his gaze to his brother for a long moment, blue and inscrutable. //Your spark had trouble integrating with your frame at first. I carried you around your whole first vorn// And there had been much more to it than that, Sideswipe could sense, but Sunstreaker withdrew with his usual maddening reticence on the subject.
4.
They crowded around the vid-feed as the first images arrived from Optimus Prime. Earth, their new home.
“A water world,” Streetwise murmured, scrolling through the specifications, vital statistics. Lightly frosted at the poles, iron core, floating rocky crust, and every surface, land and water, teeming with organic life. They loved it immediately.
“Blue,” Groove said, trying to imagine what it would be like, to walk under such a sky. Their first planet had been a water world, too, but the sky had been gray or sometimes pale yellow, and Cybertron had been dark with stars, or a red-orange haze near the end. First Aid leaned his helm on Groove’s shoulder, smiling a little sadly as they both gazed at the image, blue and green, brown and swirling white, turning slowly.
//Oh, Aid…// Groove’s thought was full of sudden dismay.
//It’s ok// First Aid snuggled a little closer, twining their hands. //I can feel you seeing it, I can still see the green. Blue was a small price to pay for Ironhide’s life// And if First Aid had it his way, Ironhide would never know that the use of his decrystallizer gun to free him, and the short outs that had followed, had left his processor unable to distinguish pure blue wavelengths. His visor compensated when he had need of color detection in his medical work. No harm done, a very small thing really.
“They have snow!” Streetwise reported, grinning, his blue optics bright.
A small thing, except when it wasn’t. First Aid pressed his cheekplate against Groove’s for a brief moment, and then leaned forward to poke Streetwise.
“Show us the humans,” he ordered.
5.
“Pardon me,” First Aid said politely to the Matrix, waiting a few kliks in case it was going to object to him examining Optimus Prime’s interior workings.
In other news - first frogs have been singing at the park! :D First dandelion spotted in the yard, temps in the near 70'sF this Thursday. I'm rather horrifically behind at work, so I'm partly ecstatic and partly "oh noes, not spring! I'm not ready!" D: Car has been used to transport bales of straw and muddy dog, is starting to feel very much like home. Head is still woozy - muscle relaxants are not my friend, I don't think, although I managed to get out hiking today and felt a lot better after. Currently in phone tag negotiations with the doc. Toast likes to eat my knees - yeouch!
Edit - I just switched my LJ notifications email account from yahoo to gmail, so we'll see if that works any better *crosses fingers*
1.
“You really wore them out,” Ironhide said, sounding impressed. “Think you could extend your visit by a few vorns?”
Arcee grinned up at him, his slender frame barely visible in the middle of the pile of recharging Protectobots. Arcee had never struck Ironhide as the cuddly type, but the Protectobots had been enchanted by the graceful warrior with his high, sweet voice and quick wit (not to mention his ability to take down Hot Spot with one hand, which Hot Spot thought great fun and insisted on trying several times). Hot Spot had his helm resting on Arcee’s legs, while Groove had claimed one of his arms. Blades was sprawled against them all, offline to the world after an exhausting day trying to keep up with Springer through the fierce, tricky winds of their little planet.
2.
Sunstreaker had seen First Aid recharge before - hands tucked beneath his chin, buttressed on all sides by the frames of his brothers, or lightly dozing in the medbay, ready to spring awake at the smallest change in a patient’s condition. This was different though. The little medic was recharging deeply, a faint smile on his faceplates, one hand flung loosely above his helm, the other resting peacefully in Sunstreaker’s own hand. Both their hands, still stained with energon, but for very different reasons.
3.
“Extraordinary,” Perceptor murmured, as he increased the magnification even further. “Your components have adjusted to allow for movement even as they expand. Your left major arm strut has actually increased in length by 0.00000493% since I began this examination, a remarkable feat indeed.” Roller beeped at him in agreement.
“So, what do you think?” First Aid asked.
“I concur with Ratchet; his current growth rate should not prove an impediment to scanning an alt mode.”
“Oh great,” Sideswipe groaned. “Now the little scrap’s gonna be mobile?”
“Sideswipe,” Perceptor chided, attempting to return Roller to First Aid.
“You have to admit, he is kind of pathetic.” Sideswipe winked one optic at the tiny mech. Perceptor huffed indignantly. Roller giggled.
“For your information, Roller is a marvel of…self assembly…and…” Perceptor seemed to be having difficulty detaching Roller’s hands, which were firmly flattened against his lower armplate. “First Aid, you never mentioned he had magnetic attachments in his upper digits. And his lower ones,” he added, as Roller’s foot components clamped on tightly as well.
“He didn’t,” First Aid sounded startled. “At least he didn’t last time I scanned him.”
//You were pretty pathetic, too, when you started out// Sunstreaker sent, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the wall of the medbay, watching as First Aid attempted to detach Roller from Perceptor’s arm.
//I was?// Sideswipe blinked, prodding at his brother with tentative curiosity through the bond. Sunstreaker rarely volunteered information from their lives before the gladiator pits, and Sideswipe had learned that pushing too hard would only end…badly.
Sunstreaker transferred his gaze to his brother for a long moment, blue and inscrutable. //Your spark had trouble integrating with your frame at first. I carried you around your whole first vorn// And there had been much more to it than that, Sideswipe could sense, but Sunstreaker withdrew with his usual maddening reticence on the subject.
4.
They crowded around the vid-feed as the first images arrived from Optimus Prime. Earth, their new home.
“A water world,” Streetwise murmured, scrolling through the specifications, vital statistics. Lightly frosted at the poles, iron core, floating rocky crust, and every surface, land and water, teeming with organic life. They loved it immediately.
“Blue,” Groove said, trying to imagine what it would be like, to walk under such a sky. Their first planet had been a water world, too, but the sky had been gray or sometimes pale yellow, and Cybertron had been dark with stars, or a red-orange haze near the end. First Aid leaned his helm on Groove’s shoulder, smiling a little sadly as they both gazed at the image, blue and green, brown and swirling white, turning slowly.
//Oh, Aid…// Groove’s thought was full of sudden dismay.
//It’s ok// First Aid snuggled a little closer, twining their hands. //I can feel you seeing it, I can still see the green. Blue was a small price to pay for Ironhide’s life// And if First Aid had it his way, Ironhide would never know that the use of his decrystallizer gun to free him, and the short outs that had followed, had left his processor unable to distinguish pure blue wavelengths. His visor compensated when he had need of color detection in his medical work. No harm done, a very small thing really.
“They have snow!” Streetwise reported, grinning, his blue optics bright.
A small thing, except when it wasn’t. First Aid pressed his cheekplate against Groove’s for a brief moment, and then leaned forward to poke Streetwise.
“Show us the humans,” he ordered.
5.
“Pardon me,” First Aid said politely to the Matrix, waiting a few kliks in case it was going to object to him examining Optimus Prime’s interior workings.