Possibilities Pt 2 (fic)
Title: Possibilities Pt 2 (was "Pairings Paragraphs")
Rating: PG
Continuities: Animated, G1
Contains: Gen, gen, and a little more gen.
Notes: These are four short paragraphs about characters from a list of pairings/friendships/relationships of other sorts that I'd been wanting to write. The goal was to convey some important part of the relationship in within a short number of sentences. Though I got a little carried away with the first one here.
Part 1
G1
Ratchet, Hoist, First Aid
"...tried to tell me it was a hiking accident. Sometimes a fellow has to wonder if they think the visor means that I don't have perfectly functional optical input."
"You're telling me. I had one of the little glitches in here the other day who actually had the audacity to--"
First Aid, looking for Ratchet, let the sound of muffled voices lead him towards the CMO's office. He paused outside to peer around the open doorway. Ratchet had his chair pulled around to the front side of his desk, right next to Hoist, who was sitting in one of the two visitor's chairs. Each had a cube of energon in hand. It couldn't be more obvious that he'd interrupted something. First Aid hesitated. His thoughts of coming back later were cut off when they both looked up.
"First Aid!" Ratchet barked, "Quit waffling in the door. Are you coming in or aren't you?"
"Care to join us for some energon?" Hoist asked in a much for inviting manner. First Aid had a shy refusal prepared until Ratchet reached over to his desk and pulled a fresh cube from a small pile stacked there.
"Let a pair of grouchy old medics show you how a bitching session's done." Ratchet smirked, dangling the small cube from thumb and middle finger. Hoist's visor winked in cheerful contrast to Ratchet's words, and First Aid found he just couldn't refuse.
Huffer, Gears
Gears did not like Huffer. But somehow they were always the last two left at a table together in a rec room. They were put on duty shifts together. They wound up side by side in the convoy of vehicles when the Autobots traveled. It was enough to drive a mech crazy, because Huffer liked to talk. To be honest, so did Gears. But no one liked to listen to him. Not the big bots, not his fellow minibots, and most of all not Huffer. Huffer made that very clear. Maybe that's why Gears always let himself get stuck as the last left at a table with him, the one to wind up beside him when they were driving. There's some vindictive enjoyment to be had in watching the other bots vacate the room, in watching Huffer twitch and glare, when Gears just goes and starts talking right overtop of him.
Animated
Sentinel, Jazz
Jazz came in fast, leading with a diversionary kick. The nunchuck strike that followed was deflected by the blue flare of Sentinel's shield and Jazz carried his motion through to another attack, spinning around the shield to send a chop towards the back of Sentinel's neck. One thick blue arm came around to meet him, forcing him to change the attack to a block and then shift his stance to meet a rising knee with one of his own legs, and they were at a standstill.
Sentinel lifted his weapon and Jazz ducked away, giving them both space to reevaluate. All systems humming at peak efficiency, an undefined tension snapped between them as they met each other's optics. The harsh sounds of metal on metal rang through the sparring room again.
Blurr, Thundercracker, Skywarp
For the first few moments, all three of them panicked. Blurr, because for all his flailing he couldn't move and it was a nightmare he was visiting for the second time in the short period since he'd been sent on assignment to Earth. Thundercracker, because he couldn't stand being powerless. And Skywarp, because Skywarp panicked at everything. Thundercracker was actually the first to calm down. Once his pretentious monologue began to register in Blurr's audios he was ashamed enough of his brief loss of control to calm just as quickly as he'd panicked. Then Blurr started talking again. He had to get control of the situation if he was going to get out of it. But Thundercracker wasn't exactly inclined to stop, and with Skywarp still gibbering away to himself really all Blurr was doing was adding to the noise. Then their ball of mech and concrete slammed into a small moon, sending them all momentarily silent. Skywarp started complaining about the cement in his joints. Blurr resisted the urge to slam his head against the ground in utter frustration.