Thundercracker and the Three Seeklets - (G1) PG
Chapter: Flying Lessons
Title: Thundercracker and the Three Seeklets
Series: G1
Rating: PG
Warnings: crackfic - just for the fun of it.
Summary: A few days after their arrival, Skywarp decides to take the seeklets for their first flying lesson - against Thundercracker's better judgement.
Previous parts:
Episode 1: Taser's New Friend
Episode 2: A Sticky Situation
Episode 3: Fingerpainting
Episode 4: Field Trip Part 1
Episode 5: Field Trip Part 2
Episode 6: Beginnings
Two little red optics peered up at Thundercracker. “Beep,” said the sparkling.
Thundercracker glowered. “Do you want something?”
“Beeeeebebebe!”
“If you want something, say so,” Thundercracker said crossly. “Don’t just sit there and beep at me.”
“Hungry!” chirped the little yellow seeker.
“Full sentences, brat. Say ‘I am hungry.’”
Taser nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”
Thundercracker sighed. “Repeat after me. ‘I am hungry.’”
There was a pause, the sparkling looking confused. “…You are hungry?”
Patience, Thundercracker reminded himself. “No. Repeat after me: ‘I-‘”
“You-”
“No!” Thundercracker snapped. “You are hungry. Say it.”
Taser brightened. “Oh! Repeat! You are hungry!”
His caretaker twitched. “Whatever. Drink your energon.” Thundercracker shoved the cube at the three sparklings. They pounced on it, chirring happily.
Thundercracker snorted and went back to writing his report. He was almost finished when a chirp drew his attention to the side again. The yellow sparkling was perched on the edge of the table.
Taser fixed bright optics on him. “Bored!”
Thundercracker glared.
A sudden flash of light startled the sparkling. Taser spun around and promptly fell off the edge of the table with a squeak.
Skywarp blinked at the sparkling that landed at his feet. “So, TC, get them to talk right yet?”
Thundercracker just grumbled.
Taser wobbled to his feet with a perplexed beep. His trine-mates poked their heads over the table edge to stare. “Chee?” asked one.
“Bleep,” he answered.
Skywarp watched the exchange with bemusement. “Do you think they’re actually, you know, talking? Or is it all a bunch of random noises?”
“A bit of both, I suspect.” Thundercracker shrugged.
His wingmate picked Taser up, dangling him by one wing. “I don’t trust this whole ‘sparking’ theory of Shockwave’s. They certainly don’t seem very smart. Vector Sigma products could at least talk right.”
“They can talk fine. They just don’t. Apparently, beeping is more fun.”
“Chee!” chirped Taser in agreement.
Skywarp shook his head. “Personally, I think he just saddled us with miniature flying Dinobots. At least they’re prettier than the lumbering hulks,” he added with typical seeker vanity.
Thundercracker turned back to his report. “They’re learning fine, they just need to process everything bit by bit.”
“Since when did you know anything about sparklings?” Skywarp asked, giving him a strange look.
“I asked Soundwave.”
“Oh.” Skywarp flipped the yellow seeker in his hand upside-down. “So, gonna teach ‘em to fly anytime soon?”
Thundercracker spared him an annoyed look. “I’ll get around to it. Primus knows none of you are any help.”
“Sure I am! Just watch! Hey, brats, who wants to go flying?”
“ME!” The two on the table waved their hands gleefully.
“Me, too!” chirped Taser, still upside-down.
Thundercracker sighed and gave up on his report. “Fine.”
He scooped up Blackmark and Hotstrike and followed Skywarp to the hanger.
Once there, Skywarp set Taser down near the open doors. The sparkling wasted no time in crawling to the edge and peering over.
“Oo.”
“Alright, listen up, bratling. Point thrusters away from the direction you want to go, got it?”
Taser blinked up at him. “Okay.”
“Good.” With that, Skywarp unceremoniously booted the sparkling off the edge.
“Aieeeeeeee!”
“Skywarp!” Thundercracker snapped, “That’s not funny!”
“Sure it is! Aw, come on, TC, don’t be a spoilsport. We can always fish him out. A little water won’t hurt him.” Skywarp leaned over the edge. “’Sides, I think he’s getting the hang of it.”
A screaming blur rocketed past the hanger entrance as Taser, panicking, misjudged his speed and overshot. The scream rose a notch as he found that moving his legs wildly caused sudden and unpredictable changes in direction.
Thundercracker glared. “Go get him.”
“Aw, TC, you’re no fun.” Skywarp took off after the erratically moving yellow blur.
On second thought, Thundercracker grinned to himself, watching Skywarp make a grab for the sparkling and miss, this is kinda fun. Skywarp cursed, lunging and missing again. The sparkling wailed louder, flailing arms and legs frantically. It was, all in all, the funniest thing Thundercracker had seen in years.
Maybe I should sell tickets.