TF: Not Playing Around
Rating: PG-13
Series: Movieverse
Pairings: One-sided Jolt/Ironhide (?)
Summary: Sideswipe and Ironhide spar, whilst discussing a rather serious matter.
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: For the tf_rare_pairing weekly prompt - Ironhide/Sideswipe - watch your mouth. Continues from War is Over. And thank you quidamling for implanting that idea. And yeah, might have missed the prompt a little.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Don’t think that I’ve forgiven you.” Ironhide growled, hunkering down low and staring at Sideswipe.
“Forgiven me for what?” Sideswipe tilted his head, examining one of his blades as though Ironhide posed no threat. Which technically he didn’t as they were just training, but still.
“Enlightening me.”
“Enlightening… oh… you mean telling you that Jolt likes you?” Sideswipe skated back out of Ironhide’s reach as the warrior lunged for him.
“Watch yer mouth.” Ironhide growled, straightening and looking at Sideswipe who just stared back evenly, a smile on his faceplates.
“You like him too!” He crowed, realisation dawning. He skated a large circle around Ironhide, grinning as the mech turned on the spot, optics focussed on his form.
“It’s not me you should be looking at old mech.” He laughed. “You should get Jolt in here for some one on one training.” He practically leered.
“Watch your mouth.” Ironhide’s voice was like steel.
“Awww… got the old schoolbus all riled up -” Anything else Sideswipe was going to say was cut off as Ironhide grabbed hold on one of his blades and hauled him to a stop.
“Stop mouthin’ off and start fighting!” He pushed Sideswipe away, a flicker of a smile ghosting over his face as Sideswipe struggled to stay upright.
“Just don’t blame me when you have to go to Ratchet for repairs!” Sideswipe retorted, flinging his arms and swords out to the side, ready for action.
Having been trained by Ironhide, Sideswipe knew the mech’s weaker spots. Not that they were especially weak; a mech as powerful as Ironhide wouldn’t have lasted long if he had weak spots. But there were a few places where a well timed kick or slash would halt the warrior temporarily.
“You don’t know what to do about Jolt.” He offered, spinning low on his tires and slashing towards Ironhide’s lower legs. His blade glanced off the plating, sending a ringing echo throughout the training room.
“I know what to do youngling.” Ironhide growled, reminding Sideswipe that he wasn’t some infatuated sparkling. Like he worried that Jolt was.
“He’s old enough to know what he wants.” Sideswipe retorted, not fazed. He danced back out of the way of the blast Ironhide sent his way, staggering as the plasma burst ricocheted off the floor.
“I know that.”
“And if he wants you, then you have to do something about it.” He urged.
“I know that too!” Ironhide rushed towards Sideswipe, throwing the silver warrior off for a moment. That moment was all Ironhide needed. A quick flurry of blows and Sideswipe was hard put to defend himself. He finally managed to get a sword point in Ironhide’s upper arm, twisting and forcing the warrior to back off.
“What are you afraid of?” He panted, as they both took a little time to regroup.
“I ain’t afraid of anything.”
“Now that I don’t believe.” Sideswipe straightened. “You’ve done everything Ironhide, looked after everyone else. Isn’t it about time you looked after yourself?
“Now you’re beginning to sound like Ratchet.”
“Perish the thought.” Sideswipe laughed, dodging as Ironhide lashed out again. He skated to the side of Ironhide, hoping to get behind the warrior.
“Though, I have to admit, I can’t see what he sees in you.” He paused thoughtfully, shooting Ironhide a look.
“You’re just jealous.” Ironhide snorted.
“Of a sparkling schoolbus? Hardly.” Sideswipe thoroughly enjoyed sparring with Ironhide, both physically and verbally. Although, this time, the taunts had a far more serious nature to them.
“Watch your mouth!” Sideswipe barely had time to react as Ironhide engaged his energy rockets, sending several shooting his way.
“Ironhide… Sideswipe?” Jolt lingered at the edge of the training room, waiting for the smoke to clear.
“What?” Ironhide stepped forward, black frame resolving itself out of the smoke. Jolt’s vocaliser caught and he had to forcibly reboot it before he could answer.
“Ratchet says you’re both late for your checkups.” He ventured, unable to take his optics off Ironhide.
“Fine. Tell him I’ll be right there. And that Sideswipe might need a few repairs.” He turned back towards the silver warrior, lying on the floor.
“Good match kid. Now, get your aft off the floor, we’ve got to see Ratchet.” Sideswipe made some comment that Jolt couldn’t quite catch, just watching as Ironhide bent down to whisper in Sideswipe’s audio.
“Just because I used to look after sparklings, doesn’t mean I was some sort of slagging schoolbus.” He growled, standing up and turning towards Jolt.
“Let’s go then.” There was no way he could mistake the crackle of eager energy that flickered across Jolt’s frame as the warrior addressed him. Primus, just what was he going to do?
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