Fic: Last Chance (G1) - PG-13

Jun 10, 2008 23:11

 Title: Last Chance
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Angst
Pairing: Blades/Slingshot
Universe: G1
Summary: Follows Late Night Mistakes. Blades and Slingshot have one last chance...

x-xxx-x

This is just about pleasure, Blades told himself, covering the jet's mouth with his own. It doesn't mean anything. To either of us.

It couldn't mean anything. Couldn't. It wasn't about love, or comfort, and it certainly didn't have anything to do with any instinctive feelings of protectiveness that he certainly hadn't felt when Slingshot had walked looking like he wanted to crawl off and sob. It was just lust. He didn't care about the Aerialbot...

And maybe if he said it enough times, he'd believe it.

Slingshot shuddered against him, moaning into his shoulder as Blades' hands slid up his back from the leading edge of his wings to run along his tailplane.

It doesn't mean anything, he repeated to himself, even as his rotors shivered under Slingshot's talented fingertips. Nothing at all.

x-x-x

When did it go from “use Blades to get back at Silverbolt” to “run to Blades whenever he got upset?” Since when was Blades the first person he went to after a fight with his brothers? He wasn't supposed to care about the fragger... it wasn't like Blades would return the sentiment. The only thing the helicopter was interested in was a quick overload and the power it gave him over his mouthy rival.

The thought hurt more than it should have, and Slingshot cursed himself for an idiot.

But he didn't pull away.

x-x-x

Thank Primus. Blades stepped quietly into the Protectobot quarters. Hot Shot's not waiting up. He knew Hot Spot didn't have the slightest clue about him and Slingshot; he just wasn't in the mood for another lecture.

Something moved in the far end of the common room, and Blades froze for a moment. He relaxed, recognizing Groove.

“Hey, Groove! When'd you get back?” Blades managed a smile for his wayward brother.

“Earlier,” Groove said, waving his hand vaguely. His gaze sharpened, looking Blades up and down.

Blades froze up inside again. Hot Spot and the others hadn't guessed his little secret, but Groove had always seen things a little differently than the others.

"You look like you've been in a bit of a scrap,” Groove commented finally, and Blades relaxed. “Been tangling with that jet again?”

Blades just grumbled.

Grinning, Groove walked over and clapped him on the shoulder. “Love, man. All you need is love.”

I wish it was that simple, Blades thought as Groove wandered out.

x-x-x

“Frag, Slings, as often as you come back all scraped up and disheveled, I'm almost starting to think that you two aren't so much fighting as you are-”

Slingshot clenched his fists, turning to glare at his brother. “Finish that sentence. I dare you,” he hissed, low and cold.

Air Raid backed off immediately, raising his hands in surrender. “Easy, man, just teasing.”

Turning sharply, Slingshot stalked into his room without another word. He waited for the door to slide shut behind him, then collapsed against the wall, thankful that Air Raid hadn't been able to see through him.

It was bad enough that he knew that he was letting Blades use him; he didn't need his brothers to know, too.

x-x-x

“This has to end,” Hot Spot said flatly. Blades glared back, head up and expression defiant.

Hot Spot caught the look, and sighed. It was a lecture he'd tried to grind into Blades so many times that the helicopter could probably say it with him.

Suddenly tired, Hot Spot leaned back in his chair. “This has to end, Blades. Before someone ends up dead.”

“So?” Blades spoke for the first time.

“He's an Autobot, Blades. No matter how much of a little jerk he is, he's still your comrade.” Getting no response, Hot Spot sighed. “Since you and Slingshot can't control yourselves, Silverbolt and I have found a solution for you.”

Blades went very still.

x-x-x

“Are you suicidal?” Silverbolt demanded, grabbing the Harrier soon as he walked in the door to the Aerialbot quarters and dragging him aside.

Slingshot glared. “Let go of me!” He tried to jerk his arm out of Silverbolt's grip.

Silverbolt kept a tight hold on his brother. “You have to be; you're certainly doing a good job of getting yourself into these sort of situations.”

“What the slag are you talking about?”Slingshot demanded harshly.

“You. Blades.”

“Yeah, and? Is it any of your business?”

Silverbolt counted to ten. “Yes, it is, Slingshot. Your health and safety is my business, no matter how much you try to compromise both. What the slag were you thinking? Blades is a better fighter than you are, and one of these days he's going to kill you. What were you thinking?”

“Which time?” Slingshot asked coldly.

“Any of them!” Silverbolt finally let go of him, shoving him back in frustration.

Getting no answer but a flat stare, Silverbolt let his shoulders slump. “Fine. But when your brothers are miserable, just remember that it was you who couldn't grow up and act like a civilized mech.”

“W-what do you mean?” Slingshot stammered, looking off-balance and worried for the first time.

x-x-x

“The Aerials are being transferred,” Hot Shot said flatly.

Blades stared in shock. Transfered? They can't... Hot Spot was watching him.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” Hot Spot asked after a moment, surprised by Blades' less than joyful response.

He could tell him, Blades realized. He could spill everything, and make Hot Spot understand...

But that wouldn't change anything. Or worse, it would. Slingshot had undoubtedly heard about the transfer by now, and if Blades were to get Hot Shot to ask the Aerials to stay...

Slingshot would just laugh in his face, and he wasn't sure he could survive that. Either way, he lost Slingshot, but if he kept quiet, he might get to keep at least a semblance of pride.

“Nothing, Hot Spot,” he said, and managed to not flinch.

x-x-x

Slingshot just stared at Silverbolt in shock. “We're... we're what?”

“Transferring,” Silverbolt repeated. “Leaving. Moving away. Because you and Blades can't keep from trying to kill each other every time I turn my back.”

“But...” he started. Silverbolt's look was sharp. Slingshot hesitated... If he came clean and told 'Bolt everything, his brother would understand. Wouldn't he? They could stay...

And Blades would know.

The thought of Blades finding out, of the public humiliation that would follow.. it was just too much.

“When do we leave?” Slingshot asked finally, and hated himself for it.

x-x-x

slingshot, timeline: g1, hot spot, blades, fan fiction: drama, silverbolt

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