by mamabot, Sep 2, 2016, 2:43:44 PM
Literature / Fan Fiction / Romance
Thunderhoof/ Strongarm (second RID series) Prowl/Ultra Magnus (Prime)
Inspired by a picture I saw on tumblr (can't find reference information at the moment) and another tumblr post about Rescue Bot's Chase's parents.
*Towline from the original 2000 RID TV series.
*Chase from Recue Bots
Strongarm has had it up to her yellow chevron with the 'boys' on her team. It's not really a mech verses femme thing, it's just she's had it with the antics of her team. Sideswipe and Grimlock playing around too much and Bee feeling like he needs to be all Commander on them and get them reined in which just causes the other two to act up so much more. Drift is no help whatsoever, having his hands full with his own two little ones.
She just needs a break from them all. So with the Lieutenant's permissions, Strongarm takes a day for herself. A slow silent walk in the forest is just what she needs. It would be better if Bee didn't ping her every hour to make sure she is alright. She's about to snap back at her superior officer, but some how is able to just reply with short abrupt retorts hoping he will catch a hint to give her a FULL break.
The blue and white femme makes her way far into the forest, and close to where a stream meets up with the river. These are the walks she misses with her parents. Just enjoying what is out there without duty or responsibilities weighing heavy on their proud and respected shoulders. The family safely together once again is a solace the veterans very much enjoyed.
A deep inhale and a slow exhale, she misses her family dearly. Although the others on her team might want to return to the comforts of Cybertronian civilization, she misses her family. How they talk and support each other. The sharing of similar ideas, discussions about differences. No arguing, no pounding to have their point be the right one. No games or ploys, and no need to puff themselves up to be something they are not.
Home: a peaceful place to rest both the body and the spark.
She sinks down to a fallen tree and pulls out a wire brush. So much mud and organic debris on this planet gets stuck in so many crevices of a bot's armor, it's a wonder they are functioning so well with out proper wash facilities. Without a decent day off, she hasn't been able to get a good detailing either. In fact, some parts of her pedes are starting to hurt. Both her sire and carrier would be extremely disappointed so see her allowing herself to fall into such a state. It's not like she is constantly in battle, like back during the war with nary a breath to spare, let along common maintenance.
She brings a pede onto a knee and begins scrubbing into it.
Just out of her sight range, the large blue-grey mech saw the shorter blue femme walking alone in the forest. He stayed back at first watching her to find out what she is up to. He will never let an opportunity slip past him, but he's also not dumb enough to just charge in. After all, he didn't become a Crime Boss by being hasty. It takes skill and cunning to get what you need and want.
It does confuse him as to why she is this far out into the forest without a partner. Have the Autobots lost their minds?
The roll of her optics, the clench of her jaw as she has to reply to a ping on her com has him even more confused. She seems disgusted about something or someone. Unusual, for she seems to always be kissing up to that yellow Lieutenant of hers.
He watches her close the com and sink down to the log, then begin to scrub into her pedes.
This femme interreges him. The few times he has interacted with her, he has got this itching to know her better. He's got this drive to see if he can turn her like he has so many other law enforcement officers. Just to add more to the challenge is that he knows who her brother and parents are.
He ponders this over for a moment and then decides to make his move and take a chance.
He might be large, but he also knows how to move in stealth. Today though, he is not interested in getting shot, so he lets his approach be noticed.
Strongarm hears the bot moving through the forest, but doesn't look up right away. One because she really wants to get this rock out of her ankle, and second because if it's one of her teammates, she might shoot them just because she is that irritated.
She waits until the shadow falls over her before she says anything, but doesn't look up.. "I am sick and tired of all you right now. Just leave me in peace, PLEASE. One day to myself is that too much to ask?!"
Thunderhoof leans back against the tree in front of her, crosses his ankles and takes a bite off of the length of copper pipe in his hand. He chews it a few times, until she huffs again and looks up. Her optics go wide to the unexpected intruder, but makes no move to draw her pistol.
He gives a slight shrug and a charming beaming smile. "Well if that's how you feel, I was going to offer you a bit of my treat, but if you don't want it..." He breaks off an end of the copper pipe and offers it to her.
Yeah she should be wary of him and even trying to capture him, but right now she just isn't up to a fight. She groans and goes back to her cleaning. "What do you want, Thunderhoof? I'm in no mood to be picked on today. Can you save it for tomorrow?"
He cocks his head to the side and gives her honest concern. "Rough day?"
Strongarm doesn't answer right away digging at a particularly wedged piece of gavel. "I'm tempted to lock myself into a stasis pod just so I can get some peace and quiet." She looks back up waving the brush at him as if it was a weapon, "So if you are here to wreck my day off, be warned, I'll clobber you."
Her weak threat makes him honestly chuckle. "Nah, I wouldn't be that mean." He moves to settle himself in front of her. He plunks his hooves up beside her hip on the log, leaning his back against the tree. Then he curls his finger at her. "Trade you."
Now it's her turn to cock her head at him. "Trade? What my brush?"
The copper treat is offered as an exchange. "Yeah." She still isn't sure, and he breaks out his most charming grin, "I'm not going to try anything, and no it isn't poisoned. I pulled it off one of those houses over there being torn down."
It's not REALLY a stolen piece of equipment, and it has been a really long time since she's had a copper treat. It might not be as good as one of the sweet shops back home, but it will do. She hands over her brush and he gives her the broken off piece of pipe. As she puts it up to her mouth, he gently takes her pede into his hand, resting it on his own knee.
"What are you doing?" She doesn't try to pull it back, just watching him curiously as he gently begins scrubbing into the crevices of her pede.
"You tell anyone I did this, and I will knock your lights out," this time he is the one to give a weak threat with a twinkle in his optic. "Milady, when is the last time you have had a decent pedicure?"
Strongarm leans back against the boulder, and sighs as she sucks on the copper tube. "Hum, let me think." His hands are very gentle and his brush strokes are precision. She tries to think, but a moan of comfort slips out instead.
Somehow he manages to only grin broadly and not let out an amused sound of his own. There are two bots he would never want to take on together, and right now he has their daughter's pede in his hand, and moaning. Okay so it's not like he is doing anything lecherous, but it is still funny. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
"You stop and I WILL hurt you," she slumps back against the rock, closing her optics. "How its it you are so good at this?"
He continues brushing and picking the foreign stuff out of her pede and ankle as he answers her question. "I wasn't always a crime boss. You would be amazing what you learn by staying silent in a detailing parlor."
"If you think you are going to get any secrets out of me, just my massaging my pede, you are sadly mistaken."
"I would never think such a thing. Your carrier would have taught you far better than that."
That does bring one optic open. "What do you know of my carrier?"
That stalls his hand, "You are kidding, right?" She waits for his answer. "The bane of my existence is Officer Prowl."
Strongarm giggles and shakes her head, closing her optics. "Prowl is not my carrier."
Thunderhoof's optics roll up almost touching his antlers as he ponders the information he supposedly has always known. He does not see that Strongarm has cracked one optic open wider to watch his reaction to her admission. Very few know the truth to her parentage, and this little detail has been quite a benefit to her. She can conceal the truth without being a liar.
She smiles as his finger pokes through the air trying to figure out the facts. She doesn't even hide her grin when he turns back to examine her carefully.
"Those ARE Praxian door wings, right?"
Strongarm takes another bite of the copper, "Um-hum, that they are."
"That is a Praxian chevron?"
Now it's her turn to have a bit of fun with a bot who thinks he knows it all. "I never said I don't have Praxian heritage. I just said that Prowl is not my carrier."
Thunderhoof snorts steam. He does not like having the wrong information. One of the ways he has been able to turn the other law enforcement officers is having precise information. He knows the law, therefore knows exactly where the loop holes are, and how to bend the interpretation of it to his advantage. As far as he knew, this young cadet is related to Prowl directly.
"Isn't that Rescue Bot Chase your brother?"
Strongarm beams. She knows Thunderhoof has his fingers in everyone's mercury cream pies and therefore she's going to use him to HER advantage as much as he is going to try to use her. "Yeah, he is. Gosh I miss him. I wonder how he is doing? By any chance, have you heard?"
"Yeah, as far as I have heard he and his team are safe and sound in that boring town of Griffin Rock. Ugh, what a dud of a place! So not worth the time bother with. I can not understand for the life of me WHY Prime has them there and not here helping you. Not a Decepticon within sight."
"As much as I miss my brother, I'm glad he's not here getting pounded. Although, you do have a point, if he and I were to work together, I'm sure we would have all you guys rounded up by now."
The crime lord's optics narrow, and he drops her pede back to the ground. "Day off, right? Not trying to rile each other up for a change?"
Strongarm leans over her knees to look directly into his optics. "Then why are you really here, Thunderhoof? Why would a Crime Lord lower himself to clean a cadet's worthless pedes? I know you and Prowl have history and trust me, I would like nothing better than to drag you by your antlers and drop you at his pedes. I might be young, I might be new to this side of the badge, but I'm not stupid. Do not underestimate me."
Thunderhoof leans up himself bringing them nose to nose. He can taste the copper on her breath. "I would never be so rude to do so. I have too much adversary-respect for both Prowl and General Ultra Magnus."
"Good, just as long as we are clear," she pushes back. "You better respect my carrier."
His optics blink. She smiles. His jaw drops. She reclines back taking another bite of the tube.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," he waves his hands. "The GENERAL is your carrier?"
"Yep," Strongarm smirks back. "Prowl is my sire."
"But … I thought…? Nooo…."
Strongarm shrugs deciding there is no harm in spilling all the facts to him now. "My oldest brother Towline did serious damage to Prowl's gestation protocols during emergence. So, Chase and I are sired by Prowl and were carried by his mate Ultra Magnus. It doesn't really matter who carried us, Ultra Magnus and Prowl are our parents and we love them very much."
Now both his large hands are waving, "WAIT, you are telling me that 'no parking means no parking' big green tow truck is your brother?"
Her other pede plops onto his knee and she leans back to close her optics once again. "Yep, that's my big brother."
She can't understand directly what his mutterings are, but the deep soft sound of his voice is soothing none the less. With gentle strokes again, he starts in on her second pede.
"Well this has been an enlightening day."
"Ummm," she melts into his touch.
Thunderhoof is so gentle and humming a soft song with his beautiful voice that she is almost asleep when her com pings again.
"For the love of Primus," she swears, and touches her com. "What is it now, Lieutenant?"
Thunderhoof sets her brush down, and releases her grieve so he can massage into her calf. Her jaw slackens and continues to listen to her commanding officer. Thunderhoof enjoys the one side of the conversation he does hear.
"Seriously?!"
"Do you really think I am that much of a rookie that I would let myself be taken in by some Decepticon con artist after everything discussed over my family dinner table?"
"I do NOT need a babysitter! I have been on plenty of patrols by myself and nothing happened."
"Lying? Deceived?"
She snorts and rolls her optics. Thunderhoof just cocks a brow at her batting away any chance he has of trying to turn her with just his cunning tongue, as he continues to make her claves melt in his hands.
"Okay, you want the truth? I'm sitting here with Thunderhoof right now. He's got my pedes trapped in his grip being tortured and I am powerless against his evil plans. He's holding me captive until you fork over a space bridge and let all the Decepticons go." She smirks at her masseuse, who gives a silent snort of a laugh himself .
Although, he does shrug his shoulders giving her a hand gesture that says her plan isn't too bad. For that she tugs his antler in play.
"Oh, scrap, what's that you have, Thunderhoof! NO!" A roll of his wrist encourages her to play it up some more. "No. no! Please don't jam my com-line, how ever will Bumblebee be able to contact me every hour on the hour before dusk settles in. Noooo, I just can't handle the silence Noooo- brktzzzz!"
She cuts the connection and sits back and snarks to him encouraging her, "A little to the right, Big Boy."
Thunderhoof chuckles and does as she asks. In return, she picks up one of his hooves and puts it in her lap. "You could use a pedicure as well."
"You offering?"
She flicks her fingers and he lays the brush into her open palm. Likewise she brushes into his hoof.
"You owe me, ya know," he glints, "Making me the fall guy so you can play hooky from work."
"Oh come on, big bad Crime Lord can't take the heat for one day?" She digs in hard between the hoof.
He chokes his moan back, and replies, "Ever thought they might take you seriously and actually come looking for you?"
She rolls her optics, "I'll pay you fifty credits to kidnap me for one shift."
Thunderhoof more than laughs making the ground rumble. "Okay, that's a first. Of all the things Cops have asked me to do, kidnap them so they can have a day of peace and quiet, that's a first."
"You though having us trying to hunt you down is annoying, try having a duty to report to with those ya-hoos."
Thunderhoof sets her pedes aside, lowers his own, and leans up resting his arms on his bent knees. "Hey, come on, lets get out of here. Let's go do something nice and quiet."
Strongarm tucks her brush back into her hip pocket, but doesn't answer right away. When she does look back at him, she is examining him carefully. "Are you asking me out on a date, or are you trying to turn me just to get back at the stuff my sire has done to your operations?"
His inhale might be deep, but his exhale is slow. "I won't lie to you. Strongarm. Yeah, I knew who your parents are, and sure it would be a serious prize to my reputation if I could get you of all cops on my payroll, but no. When I first saw you here alone, I considered trying to play the game with you."
He shakes his head lightly.
She pokes him in the nose, "But what changed your mind? Or have you?"
"Frag you are gorgeous," his cheeks actually warm a little and his smirk drops to a shy tug of his lips.
For that she pushes his helm away by the large forehelm crest. "Oh please, Sideswipe has done better than that!" Her head shakes in disbelief. "You can -and have!- had any femme you want in your berth."
"I know it!" Once again he is shaking his head but rolls to a hip and then stands up chewing on his copper tube again.
He side tracks the embarrassing part of the conversation for a moment by going back to her family. "And for your information, that Towline of yours! Ugh! He has been a real bane to my operations. As much as Prowl leads the police officers and detectives, it's Towline who keeps messing up my operations by impounding my merchandise and vehicles!"
Her giggle has him shooting her a curious look. Soon the giggle is a hysterical laugh, leaving her almost choking on her copper treat. "His diligence has mess up quite a few of Sire's operations, too." She snorts, "He blames it on Carrier's genes."
Thunderhoof shakes his head, and finds himself joining in her laugh. "Well, I'm glad it's not just me."
Strongarm waits a moment, and then stands up. "So, what do you do for fun, Thunderhoof?"
"Since I've been on this mud ball?"
"Um-hum," she prods.
"Well, when I'm not kidnapping and torturing Autobots cadets, I do enjoy a brisk swim."
"REALLY?!" She nearly squeals with delight.
"Um-hum," it's his turn to reply. "Want to see my secret swimming spot?"
"Do I EVER!" She grabs his wrist and tugs, "Where are we going?!"
Once more his cheeks warm a bit. It's been a long time since he has enjoyed the company of some one without wondering if they are going to stab him in the back, turn him over to a clean cop, or try to lob off his antlers and take over his operations.
He takes her arm from his wrist, and loops it through his elbow. "Let me escort you, Madam."
Now it's her cheeks that warm.