TF: Intense Infatuation
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Future Bluestreak/Red Alert?
Summary: The one thing about being in security and watching monitors was that you got to know your fellow Autobots very well.
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else… in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_rare_pairing prompt - Bluestreak/Red Alert - intensity
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Font used: Aerofoil
The one thing about being in security and watching monitors was that you got to know your fellow Autobots very well. There were certain mechs Red Alert enjoyed watching more than others. He loved to watch Jazz socialising in the rec room; loved the way he managed to insert himself effortlessly into each conversation; loved the way he made others smile and laugh. He enjoyed watching Prowl work; the methodical way he attacked all the datapads on his desk was almost bewitching to watch. He also made sure to keep an optic on how long Prowl worked, sending him a gentle reminder to refuel or that his shift had ended.
But the mech he found himself watching more often than any other was Bluestreak. The young gunner fascinated Red Alert. He could be as friendly sad Jazz, but sometimes, when he was on his own, he let that smile slip. Red Alert wanted to stop that from happening, but given Bluestreak’s history, he wasn’t sure he could. Didn’t stop him from wanting to try though. Red Alert found himself entranced when he watched Bluestreak at the shooting range. The look of utter concentration Bluestreak’s face as he lined up each shot made his engine rumble. He found an excuse to add another camera at the shooting range just so he could always capture that intense look.
He’d been embarrassed when Inferno had caught him staring at Bluestreak, but the firetruck had laughed it off, saying that he did the same thing when he was on monitor duty (only not with Bluestreak, and no matter how hard Red Alert tried, Inferno wasn’t telling him who).
After Inferno found out about his infatuation with Bluestreak, Red Alert was worried that the firetruck would run his mouth and Bluestreak would find out. He dreaded to think what the gunner’s reaction would be; well aware that he wasn’t the most highly regarded Autobot in the ranks. Most confused his diligence with paranoia, which he didn’t mind so much (and indeed played on it sometimes to get his way). But it had the knock-on effect that mechs didn’t want to socialise with him as much as other mechs. Not that he didn’t socialise; he did, but with a more select group than somemechs like Inferno, Jazz or Bluestreak could.
Distracted (not that he would admit it) from his monitors by thoughts of socialising with Bluestreak, Red Alert jumped as the door chime sounded.
“Who is it?” He asked, checking as always the identity of the mech before he would let them in.
“It’s Bluestreak.” And Red Alert froze.
“Red Alert? It’s not a bad time or anything is it? I mean, I haven’t heard the alarms go, so we can’t be under Decepticon attack. Red? You are still in there, aren’t you? I don’t need to go and get Ratchet do I?” Bluestreak vented a sigh of relief as the door slid open.
“No, you don’t need to call Ratchet.” Red Alert turned his chair to look at Bluestreak as he entered.
“Oh good. Because I kind of need to talk to you and I’d really rather there wasn’t anyone around in case I embarrass myself.” Red Alert had stiffened as Bluestreak said he wanted to talk, only relaxing a little when Bluestreak spoke about embarrassing himself.
“Oh?” Was all he could stutter out, spark feeling like it was going to pulse its way out of its casing.
“You see, I think I really like you…” Bluestreak mumbled. “Wel, I don’t think, I know and Prowl said that Smokescreen said that Jazz said that Inferno said that I really should just talk to you about it.” Red Alert didn’t know what to say. It was obvious that Inferno had mentioned something about his infatuation, but at the same time, Bluestreak seemed to return the feelings. He had to replay Bluestreak’s words to make sure he’d heard correctly.
“Red?” Bluestreak’s voice interrupted his fourth replay of Bluestreak saying ‘I really like you’, and Red Alert realised he’d been quiet for too long. Bluestreak was looking at him, shifting nervously.
“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same… and I should just probably go now…” He turned to leave.
“Bluestreak.” Red Alert called his name, smiling as the gunner turned back to face him.
“Yes?” Bluestreak’s doorwings fluttered nervously.
“I really like you too.”
“Oh.” Bluestreak’s smile lit up his face, and Red Alert’s spark swelled.
“Would you like to have some energon with me?” He offered. Bluestreak nodded.
“But what about the monitors? Shouldn’t you…?” Bluestreak broke off as Red Alert shook his head.
“I’d much rather spend the time with you.”