Concerning A Deal
Title: Concerning A Deal
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Skyfire, Wheeljack, Red Alert; One sided Red AlertxSkyfire
Word Count: 1,390
Warnings: Mech cursing
Summary: Waiting for Inferno's promised "storm" is wearing down on Skyfire's sanity.
Series: Concerning Skyfire's Unfortunate Courtship
Concerning Unneeded Inspections (Part 1), Concerning Unneeded Surveillance (Part 2), Concerning Much Needed Advice (Part 3), Concerning Several Related Incidents (Part 4), Concerning Several Related Incidents (Part 4-Side Fic) By Odd_Stick. , Concerning A Human Tradition (Part 5), Concerning A Deal (Part 6), Concerning A First Date (Part 7), Concerning A Good-Natured Betrayal (Part 8), Concerning An Unexpected Conversation (Part 9)
Notes: I am actually proud of this one! Although I'm worried about Red Alert's changing personality, though that will be explained later, somewhere. Hopefully. Enjoy all!
It was with a weary, recharge-deprived sigh that Skyfire peeled himself from his berth and stood up. He then cast a suspicious glance around the room, finding nothing concerning, before his optics fell on his desk. On said item of furniture, was a pile of browning daisy’s that were beginning to smell rather foul.
It had been two weeks since he had received those flowers and the threat from Inferno. Needing hardly any prompting from Perceptor, the flier had kept the delicate flowers. Despite the unorthodox way they had been delivered, he did rather like them. Not that he liked the mech they had come from.
Venting hot air from his systems, Skyfire stood up and crossed the room. Grabbing a trash bin from beside his desk, he carefully scooped the decaying flowers into the container. Judging by the damp, brown spot left underneath them, he’d delayed their removal for too long. He gave a wince and set the bin back down, vowing to dispose of it properly later.
Right now, he wanted to worry about getting to the lab early and safely, as he had done for the past two weeks. Checking his internal clock, he gave a satisfied nod at the time of 6:30, then he opened the door to his quarters and peered out. Nothing on the right, nothing on the left…
“The coast is clear…” he murmured, scuttling down the hallway as fast as he could. After all, Red Alert’s monitor duty started at 6:45…
“SKYFIRE!”
After a series of bangs and crashes, the flier suddenly found his optics on the ceiling, his back on the floor, and his legs on top of the lab table. Curious.
“What happened?” he asked, surprised.
Wheeljack’s head then came into view, meaning that the engineer had probably run for cover as soon as Skyfire had jerked in his chair. “You were in recharge.” He explained, grinning behind his mask. “Deep too.”
Skyfire twitched. He’d been vulnerable. But for how long…? He checked his internal clock. “I was out for two cycles!” he squeaked.
Wheeljack gave him a funny look. “You’ve been here since 6:30?” he asked. “Why?”
“You of all mechs, should know.” Skyfire huffed, finally deciding he probably shouldn’t be on the floor. “Traitor.” He said as he tried to stand.
The engineer chuckled at him and did his best to assist the larger mech. “We had a deal, remember?”
“Yes yes. Doesn’t mean I can’t bring up your betrayal.” Skyfire noted. The deal of which the engineer mentioned was more of a promise. The flier had agreed to forgive the engineer’s traitorous actions if he promised to no longer continue to be a part of Red Alert’s, or rather Inferno’s, plots.
“I just delivered a gift.” Wheeljack replied, obviously grinning.
Skyfire shot him a brief glare before glancing around the room frantically. Nothing. No one. Didn’t look like anyone had been here or disturbed anything while he was asleep. Frag it, even the security cameras weren’t zoomed in on him! It was down-right… Normal!
“Sky, you gotta calm down.” Wheeljack chuckled, noticing the shuttle’s twitchy behavior. “It’s been two weeks!”
The flier shot him a desperate look. “I can’t calm down…” he moaned, slumping against the lab table. It gave a hearty groan of protest which the mech ignored. “You heard what Inferno said!”
Wheeljack patted the other mech’s arm. “The ‘calm before the storm’ nonsense, I know.” The lancia said. “So what?”
“I just can’t stop thinking about it.” Skyfire groaned, rubbing a hand across his optics, tired despite the nap he hadn’t intended to take. “I mean I have no idea what the frag he’s plotting or when it’ll happen! I haven’t recharged a full night since!”
“It’s not like he’s gonna kill you or anything.” Wheeljack noted, patting him again. “Just relax and let it happen.”
Skyfire twitched and shot a glare at him. “Let it happen? Red Alert has molested me on more than one occasion, somehow gotten Mirage to hate me, and he feels the need to stalk me around base with those blasted CAMERAS!” he practically screeched. “I can’t just sit back and let him sneak up on me and do who KNOWS what!”
Wheeljack flinched a bit, but to his credit, didn’t move away from the much larger mech. “Well hey, for now you’re safe. So just relax and I’ll help you keep an eye out for your admirer, okay?”
For one long moment, Skyfire actually seemed to be considered letting out a glass-shattering scream of frustration. Instead, he let his tense body slump once more against the lab table, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his palm. “Yes. Yes you’re right, I have work I need to do anyway.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t be worrying about this now… And I apologize for yelling, that was uncalled for.”
Wheeljack waved the apology off and grinned at him under his mask. “No problem.”
Skyfire set a hand briefly on the other mech’s shoulder as a show of thanks before he stood back up and turned to view the work he’d fallen asleep on.
It was only when he’d fully turned that he realized his careful weeks of sneaking around and avoiding everything was all for naught. Somehow, while he’d been talking to Wheeljack, an intruder had snuck into the room and placed himself directly across the lab table from him.
As Skyfire stared down at the mech in a mix of surprise and horror, Red Alert peered back up rather meekly.
“Hi Skyfire… Hi Wheeljack…” Red Alert said quietly, looking near ready to blow a fuse of some sort.
Wheeljack gave a snort of laughter. “Well I missed him completely. Must’ve been standing behind you the entire time!” he said, obviously finding the entire thing hilarious. “Oh, and hey Red.”
Skyfire’s optic ridge quivered as he stared down the security mech. All that time…. Careful measures so he’d never be caught off guard… Ruined.
Red Alert fidgeted under the larger flier’s gaze, wringing his hands in front of him. He seemed to be hoping for some kind of reply to his greeting.
“You… Why are you here?” Skyfire asked tensely, looking about ready to blow a fuse as well.
Red Alert jumped slightly at the direct question, optics widening a fraction. “U-Uh... Well…. I… I sort of have a… Question.”
“What kind of question?” Skyfire asked quickly.
Red Alert froze for a moment, body ridged, optics flickering. The small mech’s lower lip trembled ever so slightly before he spoke again. “Well I…. I just… Ohhh…” he moaned, optics dropping to stare at his feet. “Would you like to go out… Together… Sometime… Maybe?”
Skyfire’s optic ridge gave a full on spasm. “Yes.”
Red Alert’s head snapped up so abruptly it was a wonder it didn’t fly off if his neck. “R-Really?!”
Biting down hard on his lower lip, Skyfire rubbed a hand across his face. “Yes.” He said again, this time on a sigh. “Just… Please… Tell Inferno to call off whatever he’s planning…”
The Security Director looked confused for only a moment before understanding flashed through his optics. “O-Oh… Okay, I’ll tell him…” he said slowly. Oddly, the mech didn’t seem put off in the least now that he knew exactly why the flier had agreed to go out with him.
Skyfire muttered his thanks into his hand. Already, he was contemplating a good, solid night’s rest. His mind hardly acknowledged the deal he’d just made.
“And I suppose I’ll just… Look at the rosters and find out… uh… When the best day might be… Okay?” Red Alert said, looking rather bright.
“Sure, sounds good…” Skyfire replied distractedly.
Red Alert gave him a bright smile before he turned and walked rather happily toward the door. He tapped the button to open it and stepped halfway through before he paused and turned back to look at the shuttle. “Oh, and Skyfire?” he called quickly. “I was almost too scared to come ask you myself, but Inferno just barely convinced me to ask now. So… Thanks for saying yes.” There was another uncharacteristically cheerful smile from the security director and he disappeared out the door.
Skyfire’s mouth dropped open while Wheeljack let out a low whistle beside him.
“Wow. Guess there was no ‘storm’ after all.” The engineer noted. “Inferno tricked you.”
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Skyfire, Wheeljack, Red Alert; One sided Red AlertxSkyfire
Word Count: 1,390
Warnings: Mech cursing
Summary: Waiting for Inferno's promised "storm" is wearing down on Skyfire's sanity.
Series: Concerning Skyfire's Unfortunate Courtship
Concerning Unneeded Inspections (Part 1), Concerning Unneeded Surveillance (Part 2), Concerning Much Needed Advice (Part 3), Concerning Several Related Incidents (Part 4), Concerning Several Related Incidents (Part 4-Side Fic) By Odd_Stick. , Concerning A Human Tradition (Part 5), Concerning A Deal (Part 6), Concerning A First Date (Part 7), Concerning A Good-Natured Betrayal (Part 8), Concerning An Unexpected Conversation (Part 9)
Notes: I am actually proud of this one! Although I'm worried about Red Alert's changing personality, though that will be explained later, somewhere. Hopefully. Enjoy all!
It was with a weary, recharge-deprived sigh that Skyfire peeled himself from his berth and stood up. He then cast a suspicious glance around the room, finding nothing concerning, before his optics fell on his desk. On said item of furniture, was a pile of browning daisy’s that were beginning to smell rather foul.
It had been two weeks since he had received those flowers and the threat from Inferno. Needing hardly any prompting from Perceptor, the flier had kept the delicate flowers. Despite the unorthodox way they had been delivered, he did rather like them. Not that he liked the mech they had come from.
Venting hot air from his systems, Skyfire stood up and crossed the room. Grabbing a trash bin from beside his desk, he carefully scooped the decaying flowers into the container. Judging by the damp, brown spot left underneath them, he’d delayed their removal for too long. He gave a wince and set the bin back down, vowing to dispose of it properly later.
Right now, he wanted to worry about getting to the lab early and safely, as he had done for the past two weeks. Checking his internal clock, he gave a satisfied nod at the time of 6:30, then he opened the door to his quarters and peered out. Nothing on the right, nothing on the left…
“The coast is clear…” he murmured, scuttling down the hallway as fast as he could. After all, Red Alert’s monitor duty started at 6:45…
“SKYFIRE!”
After a series of bangs and crashes, the flier suddenly found his optics on the ceiling, his back on the floor, and his legs on top of the lab table. Curious.
“What happened?” he asked, surprised.
Wheeljack’s head then came into view, meaning that the engineer had probably run for cover as soon as Skyfire had jerked in his chair. “You were in recharge.” He explained, grinning behind his mask. “Deep too.”
Skyfire twitched. He’d been vulnerable. But for how long…? He checked his internal clock. “I was out for two cycles!” he squeaked.
Wheeljack gave him a funny look. “You’ve been here since 6:30?” he asked. “Why?”
“You of all mechs, should know.” Skyfire huffed, finally deciding he probably shouldn’t be on the floor. “Traitor.” He said as he tried to stand.
The engineer chuckled at him and did his best to assist the larger mech. “We had a deal, remember?”
“Yes yes. Doesn’t mean I can’t bring up your betrayal.” Skyfire noted. The deal of which the engineer mentioned was more of a promise. The flier had agreed to forgive the engineer’s traitorous actions if he promised to no longer continue to be a part of Red Alert’s, or rather Inferno’s, plots.
“I just delivered a gift.” Wheeljack replied, obviously grinning.
Skyfire shot him a brief glare before glancing around the room frantically. Nothing. No one. Didn’t look like anyone had been here or disturbed anything while he was asleep. Frag it, even the security cameras weren’t zoomed in on him! It was down-right… Normal!
“Sky, you gotta calm down.” Wheeljack chuckled, noticing the shuttle’s twitchy behavior. “It’s been two weeks!”
The flier shot him a desperate look. “I can’t calm down…” he moaned, slumping against the lab table. It gave a hearty groan of protest which the mech ignored. “You heard what Inferno said!”
Wheeljack patted the other mech’s arm. “The ‘calm before the storm’ nonsense, I know.” The lancia said. “So what?”
“I just can’t stop thinking about it.” Skyfire groaned, rubbing a hand across his optics, tired despite the nap he hadn’t intended to take. “I mean I have no idea what the frag he’s plotting or when it’ll happen! I haven’t recharged a full night since!”
“It’s not like he’s gonna kill you or anything.” Wheeljack noted, patting him again. “Just relax and let it happen.”
Skyfire twitched and shot a glare at him. “Let it happen? Red Alert has molested me on more than one occasion, somehow gotten Mirage to hate me, and he feels the need to stalk me around base with those blasted CAMERAS!” he practically screeched. “I can’t just sit back and let him sneak up on me and do who KNOWS what!”
Wheeljack flinched a bit, but to his credit, didn’t move away from the much larger mech. “Well hey, for now you’re safe. So just relax and I’ll help you keep an eye out for your admirer, okay?”
For one long moment, Skyfire actually seemed to be considered letting out a glass-shattering scream of frustration. Instead, he let his tense body slump once more against the lab table, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his palm. “Yes. Yes you’re right, I have work I need to do anyway.” He sighed. “I shouldn’t be worrying about this now… And I apologize for yelling, that was uncalled for.”
Wheeljack waved the apology off and grinned at him under his mask. “No problem.”
Skyfire set a hand briefly on the other mech’s shoulder as a show of thanks before he stood back up and turned to view the work he’d fallen asleep on.
It was only when he’d fully turned that he realized his careful weeks of sneaking around and avoiding everything was all for naught. Somehow, while he’d been talking to Wheeljack, an intruder had snuck into the room and placed himself directly across the lab table from him.
As Skyfire stared down at the mech in a mix of surprise and horror, Red Alert peered back up rather meekly.
“Hi Skyfire… Hi Wheeljack…” Red Alert said quietly, looking near ready to blow a fuse of some sort.
Wheeljack gave a snort of laughter. “Well I missed him completely. Must’ve been standing behind you the entire time!” he said, obviously finding the entire thing hilarious. “Oh, and hey Red.”
Skyfire’s optic ridge quivered as he stared down the security mech. All that time…. Careful measures so he’d never be caught off guard… Ruined.
Red Alert fidgeted under the larger flier’s gaze, wringing his hands in front of him. He seemed to be hoping for some kind of reply to his greeting.
“You… Why are you here?” Skyfire asked tensely, looking about ready to blow a fuse as well.
Red Alert jumped slightly at the direct question, optics widening a fraction. “U-Uh... Well…. I… I sort of have a… Question.”
“What kind of question?” Skyfire asked quickly.
Red Alert froze for a moment, body ridged, optics flickering. The small mech’s lower lip trembled ever so slightly before he spoke again. “Well I…. I just… Ohhh…” he moaned, optics dropping to stare at his feet. “Would you like to go out… Together… Sometime… Maybe?”
Skyfire’s optic ridge gave a full on spasm. “Yes.”
Red Alert’s head snapped up so abruptly it was a wonder it didn’t fly off if his neck. “R-Really?!”
Biting down hard on his lower lip, Skyfire rubbed a hand across his face. “Yes.” He said again, this time on a sigh. “Just… Please… Tell Inferno to call off whatever he’s planning…”
The Security Director looked confused for only a moment before understanding flashed through his optics. “O-Oh… Okay, I’ll tell him…” he said slowly. Oddly, the mech didn’t seem put off in the least now that he knew exactly why the flier had agreed to go out with him.
Skyfire muttered his thanks into his hand. Already, he was contemplating a good, solid night’s rest. His mind hardly acknowledged the deal he’d just made.
“And I suppose I’ll just… Look at the rosters and find out… uh… When the best day might be… Okay?” Red Alert said, looking rather bright.
“Sure, sounds good…” Skyfire replied distractedly.
Red Alert gave him a bright smile before he turned and walked rather happily toward the door. He tapped the button to open it and stepped halfway through before he paused and turned back to look at the shuttle. “Oh, and Skyfire?” he called quickly. “I was almost too scared to come ask you myself, but Inferno just barely convinced me to ask now. So… Thanks for saying yes.” There was another uncharacteristically cheerful smile from the security director and he disappeared out the door.
Skyfire’s mouth dropped open while Wheeljack let out a low whistle beside him.
“Wow. Guess there was no ‘storm’ after all.” The engineer noted. “Inferno tricked you.”