Glances Into a Spark - Silence
Title: Glances Into a Spark - Silence
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: ensemble
Rating: PG
Summary: Oneshots about any and possibly all of the movie cast, and then some.
Warnings: language
Notes: Old writing, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
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Theme #15: Silence
'...it is a little known fact that it was a shot fired by HARDTOP that took away his AUTOBOT enemy’s ability to speak without pain.' -From the Scout Class Hardtop figure.
o o o
"What do we have here?"
Bumblebee looked up from where he lay sprawled across a pile of debris and his own internal fluids, his broken vocal components screaming at him as he moved his neck. Across the part-strewn ground, a slim mech stood, considering him thoughtfully.
Hardtop. Were he capable, Bumblebee would have groaned. They were both in the same field; scouts, spies, assassins, and they had butted heads on more than one occasion. Their last encounter had left Hardtop injured and humiliated, and Decepticons thrived on vengeance and all of a sudden Bumblebee knew he was in danger of more than death by energon loss.
The Decepticon circled around him once, a slow stalk, and Bumblebee moved his head as much as he could stand to keep him in sight. "Do you know," Hardtop asked conversationally as he prowled around the downed Autobot. "What the problem with Megatron is?" Bumblebee figured that he could speak for about three orns on that topic, were he whole, so he glared at Hardtop instead.
Hardtop smiled as if he knew what Bumblebee was thinking. "He doesn't think far enough ahead," he continued. "Not with his punishments. Because, you see, just ripping out something is repairable. Given enough time and energon, or access to a good medic, your systems will repair the damage and re-grow the missing parts. But I..."
He paused and knelt to pick something up, and Bumblebee's optics cycled when he recognized the object as the shattered remains of his own vocal capacitors, that Megatron had ripped out and tossed aside. "I know that if you're quick enough in returning the parts that are removed, your body recognizes them as yours and will accept that they are now where they belong, even if they're not exactly where they were before."
No. No, no, no. Bumblebee tried to get up, to flee, but his body was unresponsive, his limbs all but welded to the ground by exhaustion and energon loss. He could only stare as Hardtop walked up to him with a fistful of twisted, broken wires and a vicious, sickening grin. The Decepticon straddled his chest, one foot pinning down his remaining arm. His empty hand became a soldering iron, a typical scout tool, and he touched it to the ends of the wires he held, softening the tips to make a better connection. "I think you dropped this, Autobot," he hissed, optics pinpoints of harsh light, and a hand jerked back Bumblebee’s head as the other slammed the vocal capacitor back into his throat.
Bumblebee tried to scream as he bucked and writhed, trying to escape the horribly wrong pain in his neck as his body recognized the parts as his own and accepted them as reinstalled. The soldering iron jabbed in again and again, forcing connections and welding wires to struts to tubing to everything and over it all swam Hardtop's smug, satisfied smile.
It seemed an eternity before Hardtop sat back, surveying his work. Wisps of smoke and flakes of charred metal rose from the tortured wound in Bumblebee's neck, and the Decepticon smiled anew at the sight. "See you in the field," he said casually, getting up and leaving the pain-wracked Autobot behind. Bumblebee stared at the retreating back, shaking in pain and bitter hatred.
Things had just gotten personal.
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: ensemble
Rating: PG
Summary: Oneshots about any and possibly all of the movie cast, and then some.
Warnings: language
Notes: Old writing, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
Table of Contents
o o o
Theme #15: Silence
'...it is a little known fact that it was a shot fired by HARDTOP that took away his AUTOBOT enemy’s ability to speak without pain.' -From the Scout Class Hardtop figure.
o o o
"What do we have here?"
Bumblebee looked up from where he lay sprawled across a pile of debris and his own internal fluids, his broken vocal components screaming at him as he moved his neck. Across the part-strewn ground, a slim mech stood, considering him thoughtfully.
Hardtop. Were he capable, Bumblebee would have groaned. They were both in the same field; scouts, spies, assassins, and they had butted heads on more than one occasion. Their last encounter had left Hardtop injured and humiliated, and Decepticons thrived on vengeance and all of a sudden Bumblebee knew he was in danger of more than death by energon loss.
The Decepticon circled around him once, a slow stalk, and Bumblebee moved his head as much as he could stand to keep him in sight. "Do you know," Hardtop asked conversationally as he prowled around the downed Autobot. "What the problem with Megatron is?" Bumblebee figured that he could speak for about three orns on that topic, were he whole, so he glared at Hardtop instead.
Hardtop smiled as if he knew what Bumblebee was thinking. "He doesn't think far enough ahead," he continued. "Not with his punishments. Because, you see, just ripping out something is repairable. Given enough time and energon, or access to a good medic, your systems will repair the damage and re-grow the missing parts. But I..."
He paused and knelt to pick something up, and Bumblebee's optics cycled when he recognized the object as the shattered remains of his own vocal capacitors, that Megatron had ripped out and tossed aside. "I know that if you're quick enough in returning the parts that are removed, your body recognizes them as yours and will accept that they are now where they belong, even if they're not exactly where they were before."
No. No, no, no. Bumblebee tried to get up, to flee, but his body was unresponsive, his limbs all but welded to the ground by exhaustion and energon loss. He could only stare as Hardtop walked up to him with a fistful of twisted, broken wires and a vicious, sickening grin. The Decepticon straddled his chest, one foot pinning down his remaining arm. His empty hand became a soldering iron, a typical scout tool, and he touched it to the ends of the wires he held, softening the tips to make a better connection. "I think you dropped this, Autobot," he hissed, optics pinpoints of harsh light, and a hand jerked back Bumblebee’s head as the other slammed the vocal capacitor back into his throat.
Bumblebee tried to scream as he bucked and writhed, trying to escape the horribly wrong pain in his neck as his body recognized the parts as his own and accepted them as reinstalled. The soldering iron jabbed in again and again, forcing connections and welding wires to struts to tubing to everything and over it all swam Hardtop's smug, satisfied smile.
It seemed an eternity before Hardtop sat back, surveying his work. Wisps of smoke and flakes of charred metal rose from the tortured wound in Bumblebee's neck, and the Decepticon smiled anew at the sight. "See you in the field," he said casually, getting up and leaving the pain-wracked Autobot behind. Bumblebee stared at the retreating back, shaking in pain and bitter hatred.
Things had just gotten personal.