Taking the Chance- For Prompt #2
Title: Taking the Chance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:slight allusion to interfacing, ummm fluffy-ish
Verse: G1
Characters:Thundercracker/Skywarp, Starscream
Disclaimer: Transformers is not mine! They are HasTak’s. As far as I know the concept of Sky Glass is mine *headdesk* is kind of lame sorry.
Prompt: Prompt #2: Go back to the Master List etc.... I chose this picture from July 21st (and some inspiration also came from a prompt I had lying around: Lawfully Wedded but I have to blame them both so hopefully it’s still ok to post here?)
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It could never be done the way he wanted.
It was supposed to be an extravagant affair, full of fun and celebrations. If it had been possible, acceptable then Skywarp would’ve had a field day with that, throwing a big party and inviting literally anyone who wanted to come. Thundercracker wished desperately that he could give the purple Seeker that, instead of the secretive, quickly done between shifts route; it didn’t scream special or meaningful to him and he hated it.
The war and their choice of faction hindered them too much, made what they were doing reckless and rather stupid, both things that Thundercracker usually wasn’t. Skywarp on the other hand… well he wouldn’t change the black Seeker for anything. The door slid open and he started in surprise, not expecting the other to be of shift yet, and then scowled when Starscream stepped into the room.
His trineleader glanced around the room and then smirked, “you’re actually going to ask him then.”
“Yes,” Thundercracker gritted out, “and I’ve heard your view on the matter.”
“Someone has to be the voice of reason,” Starscream gave a skeptical look to the several luminaries that the blue Seeker had found and set out, “Do things like these actually work on someone?”
“It’s not for you,” he replied shortly, attempting to get Starscream to just leave before Skywarp showed up. When his trineleader turned to face him, he looked more thoughtful than snarky and it made Thundercracker instantly wary.
“I know,” the other muttered and shook his head, “I never expected you to be interested in someone so simple minded and…”
“Skywarp is intelligent,” Thundercracker snapped, even if it was only half true, the black Seeker did have his moments, “neither of us appreciates your insinuations otherwise.”
“Touchy aren’t we?” amusement appeared on the red and white Seeker’s face, obviously antagonizing his wingmate purposefully. What exactly that purpose was went beyond Thundercracker’s processing power.
“Why are you here Starscream?” he demanded wearily, tired of his trineleader attempting to push his buttons when he was already so on edge. His processors stalled, was the other doing this to distract him? If it was anyone else… he’d be certain that were it but who knew what was going through Starscream’s processors. When the other fidgeted Thundercracker quirked an optic ridge, was he babbling because he was trying to come up with something to say?
“Here,” his trineleader muttered at last, carefully setting a decorative box on the nearby table and the blue Seeker stared at it uncomprehendingly.
“Starscream…?”
He was ignored, “I wouldn’t let Megatron know, obviously and Soundwave has been bribed appropriately.”
Thundercracker hadn’t even thought about the telepath or the trouble he could cause them, “how…”
“It’s taken care of,” Starscream replied flippantly, “apparently he has quite the interest in Seeker frames and I happen to have an ‘interest’ in someone that knows what I want.”
“You interfaced with Soundwave?” Thundercracker gaped, hardly daring to believe that his trineleader had gone that far for them.
Starscream shrugged, “he’s not bad, besides it will make Megatron furious.” The other’s red optics glinted and Thundercracker sighed, the Decepticon Leader was rather possessive, which meant that there was either brig time or a medical stay in his wingmate’s future; it also meant that the red and white Seeker was getting something out of helping them, which was much more Starscream’s style.
“It’s still Soundwave,” he muttered.
“Unfortunately, my status as an Aerial Commander is dependent on having a trine to command,” he scowled but the lighter tone made Thundercracker think that his trineleader wasn’t as displeased as he appeared to be, a glimpse of the only affection he and Skywarp received from their wingmate. “At the moment,” he continued, “that happens to be the two of you.”
“So sorry that attempting to live our lives is an inconvenience for you,” Thundercracker’s tone was laced with sarcasm. He was thankful to Starscream but knew better than to say it and his optics drifted again to ornate box, wondering what it was and what it contained.
“You’ll wait for dimspark to open it,” he ordered, affectionate even in his insult, “I have better things to do, I hope he says yes otherwise you’ll both be unpleasant to be around.” Then the red and white Seeker turned on heel, wings flicking as stalked out.
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Not a moment later Skywarp came through the door, almost timed perfectly he noticed and refrained from scowling at his now absent trineleader, it would ruin the mood he had worked so hard to set. As soon as the black Seeker noticed his surroundings he paused, gave Thundercracker an odd look and glanced between him and the box.
“What’s… going on?”
Hoping beyond anything that this wasn’t the stupidest thing he’d ever done and that Skywarp was willing to take the chance, that he could summon the courage to do something that really was one of the worst things to do during a war where either of them could be killed at any moment; he started speaking.
“Warp, I… well…” and of course everything he’d rehearsed went right out of his processors, making him sound awkward and idiotic.
Skywarp canted his head, “spit it out TC.”
“Will you bond with me?”
“Wh… what?” those red optics widened in shock and surprise, finally putting everything together.
“I know it’s a war and it’s stupid. We shouldn’t be…” Thundercracker set to rambling, he probably sounded ridiculous and it had been so perfect when he rehearsed it, why hadn’t the black Seeker been around then?
“Yes,” Skywarp interrupted, disappeared and re-appeared latched around Thundercracker, kissed him fiercely. “It’s about fragging time you asked! I thought I would have to wait forever,” he grinned, “Starscream said once you stopped moping around about it you’d do something.”
“Starscream said…?” that fragger, he had known all along that eventually this was going to happen? Thundercracker made the mental note to shoot him the next time he saw his trineleader. “Are you sure?” there weren’t any second thoughts, one either did or didn’t; it couldn’t be undone.
“Yep, completely sure… sooo what’s in the box?” he detached himself from Thundercracker to inspect it, “Looks, like special or something.”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “it’s from Starscream; you can open it.”
Skywarp made a sound of delight and hit the clasp, frowned at the small cylinder within before picking it up. “What is it?” he squinted at the foggy, white and blue glass, “and why are our names on it?” Thundercracker opened his mouth and closed it again, took the rather pretty circular solid and ran a finger along the etching.
“It’s a piece of Sky Glass, Warp,” he muttered in disbelief, “how did Starscream get it?”
“Like… the official Seeker bonding present thingy?” Skywarp wondered, “Aren’t trineleader’s supposed to make that for trinemates when they bond or something?”
“Obviously he did, but I can’t imagine how,” Thundercracker pulled out the base, shifted and set it up by the berth, “not while we’re on Earth anyway.”
“It’s just like clouds frozen in glass right? Can’t be that hard… squishy planet has a lot of those,” Skywarp shrugged, “I can’t believe he even bothered, I thought he didn’t want us to bond.”
“Who knows with Starscream,” he nudged Skywarp on to the berth, followed him, “the blessing only counts if we’re actually bonded, you know.”
“What are we waiting for then?” the black Seeker grinned.
“I have no idea.”
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:slight allusion to interfacing, ummm fluffy-ish
Verse: G1
Characters:Thundercracker/Skywarp, Starscream
Disclaimer: Transformers is not mine! They are HasTak’s. As far as I know the concept of Sky Glass is mine *headdesk* is kind of lame sorry.
Prompt: Prompt #2: Go back to the Master List etc.... I chose this picture from July 21st (and some inspiration also came from a prompt I had lying around: Lawfully Wedded but I have to blame them both so hopefully it’s still ok to post here?)
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It could never be done the way he wanted.
It was supposed to be an extravagant affair, full of fun and celebrations. If it had been possible, acceptable then Skywarp would’ve had a field day with that, throwing a big party and inviting literally anyone who wanted to come. Thundercracker wished desperately that he could give the purple Seeker that, instead of the secretive, quickly done between shifts route; it didn’t scream special or meaningful to him and he hated it.
The war and their choice of faction hindered them too much, made what they were doing reckless and rather stupid, both things that Thundercracker usually wasn’t. Skywarp on the other hand… well he wouldn’t change the black Seeker for anything. The door slid open and he started in surprise, not expecting the other to be of shift yet, and then scowled when Starscream stepped into the room.
His trineleader glanced around the room and then smirked, “you’re actually going to ask him then.”
“Yes,” Thundercracker gritted out, “and I’ve heard your view on the matter.”
“Someone has to be the voice of reason,” Starscream gave a skeptical look to the several luminaries that the blue Seeker had found and set out, “Do things like these actually work on someone?”
“It’s not for you,” he replied shortly, attempting to get Starscream to just leave before Skywarp showed up. When his trineleader turned to face him, he looked more thoughtful than snarky and it made Thundercracker instantly wary.
“I know,” the other muttered and shook his head, “I never expected you to be interested in someone so simple minded and…”
“Skywarp is intelligent,” Thundercracker snapped, even if it was only half true, the black Seeker did have his moments, “neither of us appreciates your insinuations otherwise.”
“Touchy aren’t we?” amusement appeared on the red and white Seeker’s face, obviously antagonizing his wingmate purposefully. What exactly that purpose was went beyond Thundercracker’s processing power.
“Why are you here Starscream?” he demanded wearily, tired of his trineleader attempting to push his buttons when he was already so on edge. His processors stalled, was the other doing this to distract him? If it was anyone else… he’d be certain that were it but who knew what was going through Starscream’s processors. When the other fidgeted Thundercracker quirked an optic ridge, was he babbling because he was trying to come up with something to say?
“Here,” his trineleader muttered at last, carefully setting a decorative box on the nearby table and the blue Seeker stared at it uncomprehendingly.
“Starscream…?”
He was ignored, “I wouldn’t let Megatron know, obviously and Soundwave has been bribed appropriately.”
Thundercracker hadn’t even thought about the telepath or the trouble he could cause them, “how…”
“It’s taken care of,” Starscream replied flippantly, “apparently he has quite the interest in Seeker frames and I happen to have an ‘interest’ in someone that knows what I want.”
“You interfaced with Soundwave?” Thundercracker gaped, hardly daring to believe that his trineleader had gone that far for them.
Starscream shrugged, “he’s not bad, besides it will make Megatron furious.” The other’s red optics glinted and Thundercracker sighed, the Decepticon Leader was rather possessive, which meant that there was either brig time or a medical stay in his wingmate’s future; it also meant that the red and white Seeker was getting something out of helping them, which was much more Starscream’s style.
“It’s still Soundwave,” he muttered.
“Unfortunately, my status as an Aerial Commander is dependent on having a trine to command,” he scowled but the lighter tone made Thundercracker think that his trineleader wasn’t as displeased as he appeared to be, a glimpse of the only affection he and Skywarp received from their wingmate. “At the moment,” he continued, “that happens to be the two of you.”
“So sorry that attempting to live our lives is an inconvenience for you,” Thundercracker’s tone was laced with sarcasm. He was thankful to Starscream but knew better than to say it and his optics drifted again to ornate box, wondering what it was and what it contained.
“You’ll wait for dimspark to open it,” he ordered, affectionate even in his insult, “I have better things to do, I hope he says yes otherwise you’ll both be unpleasant to be around.” Then the red and white Seeker turned on heel, wings flicking as stalked out.
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Not a moment later Skywarp came through the door, almost timed perfectly he noticed and refrained from scowling at his now absent trineleader, it would ruin the mood he had worked so hard to set. As soon as the black Seeker noticed his surroundings he paused, gave Thundercracker an odd look and glanced between him and the box.
“What’s… going on?”
Hoping beyond anything that this wasn’t the stupidest thing he’d ever done and that Skywarp was willing to take the chance, that he could summon the courage to do something that really was one of the worst things to do during a war where either of them could be killed at any moment; he started speaking.
“Warp, I… well…” and of course everything he’d rehearsed went right out of his processors, making him sound awkward and idiotic.
Skywarp canted his head, “spit it out TC.”
“Will you bond with me?”
“Wh… what?” those red optics widened in shock and surprise, finally putting everything together.
“I know it’s a war and it’s stupid. We shouldn’t be…” Thundercracker set to rambling, he probably sounded ridiculous and it had been so perfect when he rehearsed it, why hadn’t the black Seeker been around then?
“Yes,” Skywarp interrupted, disappeared and re-appeared latched around Thundercracker, kissed him fiercely. “It’s about fragging time you asked! I thought I would have to wait forever,” he grinned, “Starscream said once you stopped moping around about it you’d do something.”
“Starscream said…?” that fragger, he had known all along that eventually this was going to happen? Thundercracker made the mental note to shoot him the next time he saw his trineleader. “Are you sure?” there weren’t any second thoughts, one either did or didn’t; it couldn’t be undone.
“Yep, completely sure… sooo what’s in the box?” he detached himself from Thundercracker to inspect it, “Looks, like special or something.”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “it’s from Starscream; you can open it.”
Skywarp made a sound of delight and hit the clasp, frowned at the small cylinder within before picking it up. “What is it?” he squinted at the foggy, white and blue glass, “and why are our names on it?” Thundercracker opened his mouth and closed it again, took the rather pretty circular solid and ran a finger along the etching.
“It’s a piece of Sky Glass, Warp,” he muttered in disbelief, “how did Starscream get it?”
“Like… the official Seeker bonding present thingy?” Skywarp wondered, “Aren’t trineleader’s supposed to make that for trinemates when they bond or something?”
“Obviously he did, but I can’t imagine how,” Thundercracker pulled out the base, shifted and set it up by the berth, “not while we’re on Earth anyway.”
“It’s just like clouds frozen in glass right? Can’t be that hard… squishy planet has a lot of those,” Skywarp shrugged, “I can’t believe he even bothered, I thought he didn’t want us to bond.”
“Who knows with Starscream,” he nudged Skywarp on to the berth, followed him, “the blessing only counts if we’re actually bonded, you know.”
“What are we waiting for then?” the black Seeker grinned.
“I have no idea.”