Concerning A First Date
Title: Concerning A First Date
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Skyfire, Red Alert, Wheeljack, Perceptor; Red AlertxSkyfire
Word Count: 1,087
Warnings: Mech cursing
Summary: Skyfire's date with Red Alert goes a bit awry.
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: Well the muse came back, thankfully! Sorry it took so long guys!
“Are you okay?”
Red Alert’s optic gave another nervous twitch. “Perfectly fine,” he replied quickly, fingers clattering rhythmically against his thigh.
“You seem…” Skyfire watched the Security Director, searching for the best, gentlest term. He settled for blunt. “Twitchy. Are you nervous?”
Red Alert twitched again, optics flickering away from his large date to settle on the huge screen across the field in front of them. “Of course I’m nervous. I’m always nervous,” he replied in an oddly calm way. “I’m away from the Ark, sitting in a field full of humans, at a drive-in movie theatre that has a long history of harassment from Rumble and Frenzy, it’s dark, we’re terribly unprotected, and of course all of this is added to my overall nervousness of being on my first date with a mech whom I have a strange fascination with and whom my best friend had to blackmail to agree to go on a date with me!”
Skyfire’s optics flickered in surprise. He had hardly expected that length of response. “I don’t think that Rumble and Frenzy would attack while we are present,” he offered lamely by way of comfort.
Red Alert harrumphed and crossed his arms over his chest, optics now locked intently on the commercials playing on the large movie screen. They weren’t even to the feature film and already the date was turning into an awkward nightmare.
Despite Skyfire’s simple stubbornness over the idea of a date, he’d been notably wary of spending any amount of time with the jumpy Security Director. After all, how were they at all compatible? Skyfire thrived on the trust of others yet Red Alert could not provide that to anyone. Not to mention that the Lamborghini had an overly intrusive method of flirting…
“I’m sorry!” Red Alert suddenly burst out, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to sound that horrid, I’m just so nervous!”
The sudden outburst had Skyfire jerking back slightly, optics brightening in surprise. “I could tell,” he supplied.
Red Alert peeked out from behind his fingers. “No, no! Not about all that stuff before!” he practically wailed. “I’m nervous about being with you! You’re smart and kind and amazing and I finally managed to procure a date with you, but all I can do is worry about making a bad impression, all the while I am doing just that!”
In accordance with his compassionate nature, Skyfire’s first reaction was to set a comforting hand on his date’s shoulder plating. The words stuck him as odd though. The idea that there were genuine feelings behind those stalker-like actions was strange. He’d just imagined that the original incident had triggered a twisted fascination in the Security Director that had morphed from groping his insides to full-on stalking. “Just… Relax,” he suggested slowly. Then, in what may have been a burst of insanity or a desperate gamble, he added, “Just be yourself.”
Red Alert’s shoulder tensed further beneath his hand. “B-But…”
“It will be easier for you to make a good impression if I see who you really are,” Skyfire told him, rolling with what may have been a very bad idea.
Red Alert’s expression begged for a lifeline, optics wide in a near innocent confusion.
Somehow, the look reminded him of Bluestreak. The shuttle-former found himself unable to resist as he fished around for a good topic of conversation to help the other mech relax. Luckily for him, the movie title caught his optic on the screen and he jumped on the chance. “Why did you choose this movie?” he asked, glancing back at the Lamborghini.
Once more, the Security Director’s fingers began to drum nervously against his thigh. “Well... I heard that it involved the security of a home… And that it is viewed from the point of view of security cameras and the like…” he explained hesitantly, optics shifting toward the opening credits playing across the screen. “I felt it might be an enjoyable research opportunity…”
To Skyfire, it seemed a valid reason. After all, Red Alert never seemed able to let go of his work, and it wasn’t surprising that it was reflected in his choice of movies. He found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could enjoy a tame movie such as this. Then he researched the title online.
“Red Alert…” Skyfire began cautiously, dragging his optics across the screen before they settled back on the mech beside him. “Youdo realize that Paranormal Activity 2 is a horror movie, right?”
Wheeljack, in his typical, unsupportive manner, immediately broke out into loud, uncontrollable peals of laughter.
Skyfire sent him a withering glare and struggled to ignore the more delicate chuckle-snorts that likely came from the red and teal scientist sitting on the lab bench beside him.
“Should I call Ratchet before or after you bust an energon line?” The shuttle inquired dryly.
Wheeljack only responded by stumbling into a wall with a clang as his laughter turned into great, gulping guffaws. Had he been human, he surely would have turned blue by now. Skyfire resisted the urge to throw a beaker at his head.
“A-And how did Red Alert react t-to it?” Perceptor stuttered between his own light giggles.
Skyfire cast a reprimanding, yet weak glare at his friend for his own giggles, but continued his explanation of the previous night none the less. “At first, he merely assured me that he could handle such fictional stories,” he explained, speaking over the Lancia’s desperate attempts to muffle his laughter. “But fifteen minutes into the film and he had burrowed himself between my side and my wing, while his plating shuddered so violently that several humans shushed him repeatedly.” Wheeljack’s laughter doubled, turning into a strangled sounding cackling. Skyfire’s optics found a thick glass beaker resting beside his elbow. He reconsidered his previous dismissal of violence.
“So, I assume it didn’t go well then?” Perceptor asked, his voice shaking and his lips trembling in a desperate attempt to contain his own vocal amusement.
Strangely, the barest hint of a smile touched Skyfire’s lips. “Actually, no,” he replied lightly. “Believe it or not, I think I enjoyed myself.”
The serious, sincere tone seemed to wipe the amusement from Perceptor’s face. A gentle smile took its place. “Oh? Why is that?”
Skyfire pushed the beaker away, ridding himself of the temptation, and shrugged lightly. “I suppose he can be rather… Cute, when he’s vulnerable.”
There was a metallic crash as Wheeljack crumpled to the floor in yet another fit of hysterical laughter.
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Skyfire, Red Alert, Wheeljack, Perceptor; Red AlertxSkyfire
Word Count: 1,087
Warnings: Mech cursing
Summary: Skyfire's date with Red Alert goes a bit awry.
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: Well the muse came back, thankfully! Sorry it took so long guys!
“Are you okay?”
Red Alert’s optic gave another nervous twitch. “Perfectly fine,” he replied quickly, fingers clattering rhythmically against his thigh.
“You seem…” Skyfire watched the Security Director, searching for the best, gentlest term. He settled for blunt. “Twitchy. Are you nervous?”
Red Alert twitched again, optics flickering away from his large date to settle on the huge screen across the field in front of them. “Of course I’m nervous. I’m always nervous,” he replied in an oddly calm way. “I’m away from the Ark, sitting in a field full of humans, at a drive-in movie theatre that has a long history of harassment from Rumble and Frenzy, it’s dark, we’re terribly unprotected, and of course all of this is added to my overall nervousness of being on my first date with a mech whom I have a strange fascination with and whom my best friend had to blackmail to agree to go on a date with me!”
Skyfire’s optics flickered in surprise. He had hardly expected that length of response. “I don’t think that Rumble and Frenzy would attack while we are present,” he offered lamely by way of comfort.
Red Alert harrumphed and crossed his arms over his chest, optics now locked intently on the commercials playing on the large movie screen. They weren’t even to the feature film and already the date was turning into an awkward nightmare.
Despite Skyfire’s simple stubbornness over the idea of a date, he’d been notably wary of spending any amount of time with the jumpy Security Director. After all, how were they at all compatible? Skyfire thrived on the trust of others yet Red Alert could not provide that to anyone. Not to mention that the Lamborghini had an overly intrusive method of flirting…
“I’m sorry!” Red Alert suddenly burst out, burying his face in his hands. “I didn’t mean to sound that horrid, I’m just so nervous!”
The sudden outburst had Skyfire jerking back slightly, optics brightening in surprise. “I could tell,” he supplied.
Red Alert peeked out from behind his fingers. “No, no! Not about all that stuff before!” he practically wailed. “I’m nervous about being with you! You’re smart and kind and amazing and I finally managed to procure a date with you, but all I can do is worry about making a bad impression, all the while I am doing just that!”
In accordance with his compassionate nature, Skyfire’s first reaction was to set a comforting hand on his date’s shoulder plating. The words stuck him as odd though. The idea that there were genuine feelings behind those stalker-like actions was strange. He’d just imagined that the original incident had triggered a twisted fascination in the Security Director that had morphed from groping his insides to full-on stalking. “Just… Relax,” he suggested slowly. Then, in what may have been a burst of insanity or a desperate gamble, he added, “Just be yourself.”
Red Alert’s shoulder tensed further beneath his hand. “B-But…”
“It will be easier for you to make a good impression if I see who you really are,” Skyfire told him, rolling with what may have been a very bad idea.
Red Alert’s expression begged for a lifeline, optics wide in a near innocent confusion.
Somehow, the look reminded him of Bluestreak. The shuttle-former found himself unable to resist as he fished around for a good topic of conversation to help the other mech relax. Luckily for him, the movie title caught his optic on the screen and he jumped on the chance. “Why did you choose this movie?” he asked, glancing back at the Lamborghini.
Once more, the Security Director’s fingers began to drum nervously against his thigh. “Well... I heard that it involved the security of a home… And that it is viewed from the point of view of security cameras and the like…” he explained hesitantly, optics shifting toward the opening credits playing across the screen. “I felt it might be an enjoyable research opportunity…”
To Skyfire, it seemed a valid reason. After all, Red Alert never seemed able to let go of his work, and it wasn’t surprising that it was reflected in his choice of movies. He found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could enjoy a tame movie such as this. Then he researched the title online.
“Red Alert…” Skyfire began cautiously, dragging his optics across the screen before they settled back on the mech beside him. “Youdo realize that Paranormal Activity 2 is a horror movie, right?”
Wheeljack, in his typical, unsupportive manner, immediately broke out into loud, uncontrollable peals of laughter.
Skyfire sent him a withering glare and struggled to ignore the more delicate chuckle-snorts that likely came from the red and teal scientist sitting on the lab bench beside him.
“Should I call Ratchet before or after you bust an energon line?” The shuttle inquired dryly.
Wheeljack only responded by stumbling into a wall with a clang as his laughter turned into great, gulping guffaws. Had he been human, he surely would have turned blue by now. Skyfire resisted the urge to throw a beaker at his head.
“A-And how did Red Alert react t-to it?” Perceptor stuttered between his own light giggles.
Skyfire cast a reprimanding, yet weak glare at his friend for his own giggles, but continued his explanation of the previous night none the less. “At first, he merely assured me that he could handle such fictional stories,” he explained, speaking over the Lancia’s desperate attempts to muffle his laughter. “But fifteen minutes into the film and he had burrowed himself between my side and my wing, while his plating shuddered so violently that several humans shushed him repeatedly.” Wheeljack’s laughter doubled, turning into a strangled sounding cackling. Skyfire’s optics found a thick glass beaker resting beside his elbow. He reconsidered his previous dismissal of violence.
“So, I assume it didn’t go well then?” Perceptor asked, his voice shaking and his lips trembling in a desperate attempt to contain his own vocal amusement.
Strangely, the barest hint of a smile touched Skyfire’s lips. “Actually, no,” he replied lightly. “Believe it or not, I think I enjoyed myself.”
The serious, sincere tone seemed to wipe the amusement from Perceptor’s face. A gentle smile took its place. “Oh? Why is that?”
Skyfire pushed the beaker away, ridding himself of the temptation, and shrugged lightly. “I suppose he can be rather… Cute, when he’s vulnerable.”
There was a metallic crash as Wheeljack crumpled to the floor in yet another fit of hysterical laughter.