Author's Notes- Hello all, here is the first chapter of The Seeker and the Medic. Set in the movieverse. Edited to fit TOS- link to full version is on my profile.
Warnings- Rated M for slash, violence and Transformer swearing.
Italics- thoughts/memories/link speak of trines and gestalts.
Bold- comm speak.
Unbetaed.
Disclaimer- I don't own Transformers or its characters.
I hope you enjoy it :-).
The Seeker and the Medic
Chapter One- Courting
Hook walked down the halls of the Nemesis desolately, his perfectionist tendencies having gotten he and his gestalt in trouble with Megatron.
How were things supposed to be done, if not well?
Why the tyrant never granted a project the time required to complete it to a high standard he could not fathom. Then the slagger had the bolts to complain if it didn't work properly!
Venting, momentary anger fading back to something like despair, the medic turned the corner rubbing his arm. His Commander had twisted it right out of joint and the looks his brothers had given him had made his spark feel like it was shrinking in its chamber.
His shoulders slumping, he paused in the empty corridor and rubbed his optics. It hadn't been his fault the weapon wasn't ready, he hadn't recharged in orns working on it…
The green and purple mech began to move once more, dragging his pedes along the Nemesis's bland floor.
It never used to be like this before the war. He and his brothers would spend solar cycles on a single project, if the scale was large enough. Now even the most complicated of assignments had to be rushed through and hardly ever worked efficiently.
Then there was Soundwave with his constant interference and projections of how things were and how they should be. Projections that he and his gestalt never saw or approved the medic might add!
Lost in thought, Hook wasn't aware of anyone following him until he was grabbed from behind and yanked into a nearby storage closet. Within moments he was gagged, blindfolded and bound- though the other mech seemed to take particular care with his injured arm- all without seeing his assailant. There was a brief electric shock when the mech disabled his comm. link but no pain.
Scooped up into gentle arms and cradled against the unknown mech's chassis, Hook was baffled, previous emotions temporarily overwhelmed by the bizarreness of the situation he was now in. How odd it was that someone, almost certainly a fellow Decepticon, had grabbed him but had not of yet made any attempt to harm him.
As he heard no exclamations from the others he heard passing, Hook assumed he was in the grip of a superior officer.
Am I being brought to Megatron? The medic's engines churned in worry. This bleak thought was soon dispelled when he heard the gentle swoosh of a door to a private quarters opening and he was laid out on a soft berth, far more comfortable than his own.
A soothing croon sounded as the larger mech stroked his hurting arm and, after freeing it, his assailant began to repair it. Sliding it back properly into its socket and opening up his armour to tend to damaged wiring.
Once it was done, efficiently and with speed, Hook found himself quickly tied down to the other mech's berth. Still blind and unable to speak he shuddered, frightened.
His gestalt blocked him when he tried to reach them in their link and he could feel a wall of anger up against him, barring him from his brothers and blocking him out.
'Shh,' the other mech finally spoke, 'I mean no harm to you Hook.'
The medic mentally cursed, he didn't recognise the voice of the other at all. Perhaps his captor was disguising it somehow… he had to be surely? There was no one aboard the ship who had not been inside the CMO's med-bay at least once…
'I… am sorry to have done things this way.' A servo caressed Hook's chassis in a manner which the medic might have described as fond. 'But you would never have glanced twice at me, let alone allowed me to court you as I would like, had I done this in the traditional way you deserve. I know you loathe me… and I know you're hurting. I am… cheating really. But then we are both Decepticons are we not? I will remove your gag now but not your blindfold, not yet.' Deft digits undid the knot and took away the strip of metal, leaving Hook to ponder if they were claws, talons or something else entirely. 'Better?' The voice asked above him.
'Yes thank you,' Hook licked his lip components and nodded slowly, his processor firmly latched onto the puzzle of who the other mech was, gathering clues as the interaction progressed. 'You know... I hate everyone, I'm sure I have no particular issue with you it's simply a part of my nature after Megatron reprogrammed me.' He clinically informed the other mech.
'Typical,' the voice murmured, seemingly under its breath, 'he always has to...' A sigh of barely suppressed hatred rent the air before Hook was addressed once more in a much kinder tone. 'Still, you needn't be frightened,' the voice murmured, 'I am against forced interfacing and, as I said before, I have no intention of hurting you.' The mech paused, 'but I wonder… would you allow me a cycle Hook? A cycle and, perhaps, a kiss? Even if you ultimately reject me I would like to spend time with you for a while, is that acceptable?'
The green and purple mech gave another tentative nod and a pleased revving of the other mech's engines echoed throughout the berthroom in answer.
'You are beautiful you know?' There was awe and respect in the unknown mech's voice. 'I've wanted you since I first joined the army.'
The medic's faceplates heated at that. Most saw him as a sarcastic egotistical nuisance. 'There are others far more appealing than me;' he whispered uncharacteristically insecurely, 'my nature is hardly desirable in a mate-'
Anything else he might have said was cut off when the other mech firmly put a digit to his lip components.
A talon.
'You are wrong,' was hissed firmly in his audio, 'you mustn't let that slagger's ignorance destroy your confidence. So you're sarcastic, arrogant and you have a bit of an ego? So am I and so are most other mechs in the army, even Soundwave has his moments. I happen to find it attractive that you and I are both glitches. I adore that you are a perfectionist- Primus knows one of us has to be, the ridiculous missions we all get sent on- and a highly skilful mech. Unlike most of the others you have a right to be proud of what you can do.' The voice dropped to a husky whisper, 'you are, of course, also sexy as Pit.'
The heat seemed to spread from his faceplates to the rest of his frame and his cooling fans clicked on unbidden. There was a brief pause as his captor seemed as surprised as he was to his frame's reactions.
'You have been neglected,' there was more than a hint of disapproval in his assailant's voice, 'your gestalt have not cared for you as they should.'
The medic opened his mouth to defend his brothers before closing it again, hurt welling up in his spark at how they had been ignoring him recently, disassociating themselves as much as possible with him to spare themselves Megatron's wrath.
The pad of a digit ran down his left faceplate then wiped away the optic fluid beginning to streak its way down onto the berth beneath the medic. 'Don't cry Hook,' was crooned to him, 'this war can put a strain on any family sometimes. I, myself, constantly argue with mine. Once his,' the name didn't need saying, 'temper has cooled and they feel safer I'm sure you will reconcile.'
'You speak from experience,' the medic croaked curiously. Instantly an arm wrapped around his back, supporting him as an energon cube was pushed to his mouth. Greedily gulping it down, Hook sighed, smiling, as he was lowered back down onto the soft metal.
All the while little pieces of the puzzle slotted together in the medic's mind. Hateful of Megatron- that and his previous comment means Soundwave can definitely be eliminated. Knowledgeable of gestalt bonds, implying he has a bond of his own to others. Arrogant. Impulsive. Talons for digits. Argumentative. A flatterer. Clever. Kind?
'I have been,' there was a clink as the empty cube was placed on a berthside table, 'the object of Megatron's anger on occasion, beneath your servos more time than I care to count.'
'Have you ever thought,' Hook asked with a smirk, 'that you deliberately slag him off because you want to end up beneath my servos?'
'As much as you curse me for my idiocy when I do, I would say it is a hypothesis with validity,' there was an answering grin in the other's voice. 'At least it sounds better than what the others usually sneer behind my back.'
Scientific background? Self-depreciating sense of humour. Hidden confidence issues?
A servo began to innocently explore the medic's frame, avoiding sensitive areas and obvious points of arousal. It traced along seams and petted Hook's shoulder armour…
Engines revving in contentment, Hook's frame, until then retaining some tension, relaxed under the tender touches.
'May I kiss you?' The question cautiously broke the easy silence that had settled between them.
Edited to fit TOS
'Starscream!'
He instantly bit almost clean through his bottom lip component when the frame between his legs froze and a small confused chitter emerged from the other's vocaliser after the other mech had released his spike and put it safely back in its chamber.
Was I wrong? Hook fretted briefly, what will he do to me if I am?
His bindings then the blindfold were removed to reveal a beaming smile above him, 'I should have known you'd guess.' The Seeker sighed sheepishly through his vents in his normal voice, a piece of equipment laid discarded on the floor beside the berth. 'So… does this mean you won't object to me courting you?' The Air Commander asked, optics glittering hopefully.
The CMO stared at him contemplatively, 'won't your trine mind? I am no flier…'
Starscream pulled him to sit in his lap, 'they gave me their blessing many solar cycles ago. Thundercracker respects your skills enough to outweigh the fact you are not Seeker kin and Skywarp is actually quite fond of you. The amount of times you saved our sparks makes them feel they owe you a chance. And… you must not think I am ungrateful to you either…'
Hook nestled into the- my?- Seeker's chassis, nuzzling tiredly.
'I want to be able to call you mine,' the SIC admitted, wrapping his arms around the other mech. 'Will you allow me to try to earn you? To do things properly?'
Hook leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to the winged mech's lip components, getting a brief taste of himself. 'Yes,' he whispered simply before falling into recharge as Starscream stroked his back affectionately.
The Seeker leaned back in the berth and laid them out together, wrapping himself around Hook's smaller form. Closing his optics and shutting down his systems in preparation for recharge, he sent a brief message to his trinemates, accompanied by a rush of happiness and contentment down their link.
He said yes!
Thanks for reading and please review.
Next chapter- Breakfast and the Decepticon's reactions to this new development.
I have a few ideas for this fic but I am accepting suggestions if you guys have anything you want to see.
Edit 11/4/12 ( )- anonybot pointed out to me that Hook spoke before Starscream took his gag off so I've fixed that now.
