TF: HoundxMirage Drabbles
Title: Drabble Spectacular, October 17th
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Hound and Mirage, based on the word of the day from Merriam-Webster.
Warnings: None
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: I'm mad... I must be mad. This is written for the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge. I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day? And this does have mod approval :)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
October 17 - hie
“Come on, faster!” The drill instructor urged them on. Hound glanced across at his classmates. Mirage looked as though he wanted to kill the drill instructor slowly.
“You okay there ‘Raj?” He asked, never slowing his pace.
“Just fragging fine.” Mirage muttered.
“Hie up femmes, keep moving!” Mirage growled as the instructor taunted them.
“Don’t worry ‘bout him ‘Raj.” Hound murmured, nudging Mirage with his elbow. “Concentrate on your feet.” Mirage tried to do as Hound suggested, but being off balance from the nudge, merely ended up sprawled on the ground.
“Oops?” Hound offered his hand to Mirage. “I’m sorry.”
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Hound and Mirage, based on the word of the day from Merriam-Webster.
Warnings: None
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: I'm mad... I must be mad. This is written for the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge. I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day? And this does have mod approval :)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
October 17 - hie
“Come on, faster!” The drill instructor urged them on. Hound glanced across at his classmates. Mirage looked as though he wanted to kill the drill instructor slowly.
“You okay there ‘Raj?” He asked, never slowing his pace.
“Just fragging fine.” Mirage muttered.
“Hie up femmes, keep moving!” Mirage growled as the instructor taunted them.
“Don’t worry ‘bout him ‘Raj.” Hound murmured, nudging Mirage with his elbow. “Concentrate on your feet.” Mirage tried to do as Hound suggested, but being off balance from the nudge, merely ended up sprawled on the ground.
“Oops?” Hound offered his hand to Mirage. “I’m sorry.”