One of my favourite pairings! Soon after arriving on Earth, Grapple confesses his feelings to Scrapper in a secret journal
Disclaimer - I don't own Transformers, or make any money from this story
Warnings - severe fluff and promise of crossfactional smut/romance
~THE SECRET LOVE OF GRAPPLE AND SCRAPPER~
By Ayngel
"I understand from the 'talk' among the Decepticons that within the first few cycles of their awakening on this planet the Constructicons, under Scrapper's leadership, build a machine which would isolate the Decepticons' special powers. They not only accomplished this, but went on to design many other intricate devices, including the Transfixatron, the Negavator and many others. They also mastered solar and core energy collection, space bridge schematics, intricate weaponry, drone reproduction and even tactical illusions designed to confuse the enemy. Yet never have they lost that sense of the aesthetic, the beautiful, the precise.
All this does not surprise me of course. Always they were uniquely creative designers and superb technical artisans. One has only to review the archives, the splendid footage of the great crystal city, the spires and archways of the Towers and the domes and bridges of Iacon to see this. So tragic that they fell into the designation they did. So wasted, their magnificent talents on destruction, and not on the pursuit of architectural genius, of building a beautiful Cybertron.
Of course, they, themselves are far from unpleasing to behold. It has always surprised me that most wear those masks, when they are gifted with such striking features. This does not apply to Hook or Bonecrusher of course, who are eager to promote themselves, liking the power and reactions their handsomeness inspires. Scavenger is a nervous mech, who covers his face for protection, Longhaul is shy, and Mixmaster would prefer to hide the signs of his indulgence, the inevitable sampling of his ingenious concoctions.
And Scrapper? My beloved is just plain modest. Such genius, such talent, such beauty; and yet, he prefers to hide his face. He doubts himself, and it makes me sad, although perhaps, I should not be. Perhaps, for me, this is a good thing? As with the 'face of an angel' as I truly believe the humans would say, he surely might be mobbed by his Decepticon peers, and myself not only relegated to a lesser place, but his psyche damaged, this not being akin to his nature at all. Perhaps this also, is why he hides.
He is so beautiful! Just the thought of his lovely face, his crimson optics, his green and purple hues and sturdy frame send me into a mass of wretched despair! The longing I have to be by his side is almost too much to bear. It is why I write this. My secret, never to be revealed journal, It is the only friend I have, my true confidente. For all that I love my Autobot companions, never could I tell them this, they would never understand. Not even Hoist. Especially Hoist! Whose silence and uncharacteristic moodiness of late bears all too many signs of the dismay and jealousy associated with what I am most sure of: that he suspects.
I am going to see Scrapper again. I am going to fill him with my thoughts on what he already knows, that he is clever, and handsome, and wonderful, and that even though he steps back, allowing Hook's insufferable ego to take credit for much of what he achieves, I know he is the mastermind behind it, the true maestro. I long to tell him that I adore him, that he is a great leader. For who else cares for their team like he, practices such justice, such equality? Onslaught? Motormaster? They are a joke beside his talents. Even our own gestalt leaders pale beside his understanding, his generosity, his unique understanding of team work yet willingness to cater for each individual spark.
Today, I found a secret place. There I will take him, and I will show him the depth of my feelings, how despite the passage of time, these are unchanged. We will walk together in the forest, maybe, and talk of better times, and I will tell him everything. We may be factions apart, but we share a common bond, a love of our work, of creation and excellence, of precision and beauty. Fate has ordained that we will never be together. But I do believe, please by the grace of Primus, the Matrix and the Holy Realm, that we will never truly be apart.
