When Ironhide Met Chromia
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Transformers related.
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It had been a simply stunning day in Iacon. Ironhide had just gotten off of his shift, working under the soon-to-be Prime. The aforementioned soon-to-be-Prime was currently walking beside him, talking about something. Ironhide merely grunted, thinking about the sweet, sweet high grade waiting for him in one of the bars. He heard soft laughter and it immediately captured his rather short attention span.
A few dozen yards, directly in front of him, sat the epitome of beauty. Ironhide could barely get his filters to work. Sunlight from Cybertron's twin suns glinted off of her smooth frame, making his jaw drop. He let his optics rove over her frame where it finally settled on the Autobot marking just underneath the swell of her chassis. He gulped as she laughed, the soft sound pure bliss to his audios. She cradled a rather powerful looking rifle under her arm and it was then that Ironhide knew. This femme was his spark mate.
"Ironhide, have you been listening to a word I've said," Optimus asked, looking vaguely annoyed. Ironhide only made a strange choking noise and Optimus followed Ironhide's gaze. There, beside a blue femme, sat a pink one. Elita One. Optimus felt his mouth go dry at the mere sight of the femme captain.
He had harbored a crush on her for a long time. The day they met, he knew the pink femme would always have a special spot in his spark.
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"Chromia, there's another one checking you out," Elita said, giving no indication of having noticed both gaping males. Chromia only laughed and shrugged the comment off, more intent on talking about the brand new rifle she'd gotten. She shifted on the stone bench where they sat, gently trying to steer the topic away from the males to the rifle she'd gotten. Then she realized that her friend wasn't going to say a word about the rifle. She was too distracted by the approaching Optimus.
"Optimus is checkin' you out, girlie," Chromia said slyly, nudging Elita softly. Elita only blushed and shot Optimus a shy look. Their optics met and they both blushed slightly. Chromia stored this little bit of information away, just in case.
"Oh, here they come," Chromia said rather grumpily, as the males approached. Elita only laughed nervously, asking in hushed tones if she looked okay.
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"Let's go introduce ourselves," Optimus said, nudging Ironhide toward the femmes. Ironhide gulped as they approached the females, who were starting to shoot them appreciative and curious looks. Optimus started walking tall, his chest puffed out. The femmes started giggling madly at this display, and Optimus took this as a good sign. He was the perfect picture of mechliness.
Except Elita and Chromia didn't think so.
"He looks like someone rammed a pipe up his-"
"Finish that and I will slap you," Elita said, looking thoroughly scandalized.
"What? It's true," Chromia said, giggling and lounging back on the stone bench. She held the rifle a bit closer to her body, gently caressing the smooth metal of the butt of the rifle. Ironhide nearly died at this display, his processing unit conjuring up images of her hands caressing something else on his body.
"Watch this," Chromia suddenly said, grinning mischievously at Elita. Elita's interest and curiosity were piqued. Chromia looked down shyly at her lap and bit her lower lip. Elita suddenly realized what Chromia was doing – she was using her almost-famous disarming shy-smile, sudden-smirk, and wink routine. Primus only knew what effect it would have on Ironhide. He was obviously entranced by the femme.
Their footsteps rang out over the cobblestone streets, both mechs chatting amiably. They were about halfway to the place where the femmes were sitting. Chromia looked up shyly at Ironhide and looked away quickly, a slight blush gracing her cheek plates. Elita almost snorted at the look on Ironhide's face. He looked like he was about to scoop Chromia up, whisk her away, and do lots of immoral things to her. Chromia gave him another shy glance. This time, she smirked at him…and gave him a slow wink, blowing a kiss at him.
In Ironhide's entranced and dazed state, he did not notice the staircase in front of him. Now, the plaza that the femmes were sitting in was a portion of street that jutted out over the river. It was set off from the shops and river below by a set of stairs. Ironhide just so happened to be on a collision course with the stair case.
Ironhide felt the ground disappear from beneath him and the only thought that went through his processing unit was "Oh, slag". He tripped and fell down the stairs, nearly squishing a smaller femme on the stairs. Optimus gasped and ran after his friend. Ironhide lay at the bottom of the stair, thoroughly dazed. Optimus knelt beside Ironhide.
"Are you okay? Is anything broken?"
"Primus…she's beautiful," he said goofily, smiling up at the sky. Elita and Chromia raced over. Chromia honestly felt badly about the incident. She didn't know he was going to go tumbling down the staircase like an aft-headed idiot. The stupid mech probably needed a sparkling-sitter…
Elita knelt beside Ironhide, trying to assess the damage. She clucked softly as she took in a few jostled wires and three displaced gears in his shoulder, along with a pulled arm cable.
"Optimus, do you think you could call a medic down here," she asked softly, meeting his optics for the briefest second. He nodded mutely, his spark singing in joy. Elita knew his name! Chromia sighed gently, placing her rifle on her back.
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Ironhide was discharged from the hospital the same day, with a stern warning not to go near any staircases. Optimus almost felt badly for his friend – the normally proud mech was slinking around like a kicked robo-puppy. Elita and Chromia had approached them afterwards and Ironhide had turned tail and walked away. Stopping close by Optimus, Elita looked up and asked softly, "What's wrong with him?"
"His ego is still bruised," Optimus said, rumbling with laughter.
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"This is ridiculous, Ironhide. You can't run away forever," Optimus said, crossing his arms at his friend. The mech only glared up at Optimus, using a rather rude gesture. Optimus only sighed and leaned on the door jamb. It had been four slaggin' solar cycles already.
"I could always change my name and alt mode and go to a different planet," Ironhide said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. He shifted from his spot on the floor. He'd been trying to reach a spare part under his berth but had failed spectacularly.
"Ironhide, be a mech and take it like one," Optimus finally said, throwing his hands into the air and glaring down at Ironhide. It was a very intense glare. Now, Optimus was upset. Chromia and Elita were inseparable. Elita had insisted that Chromia come along, and the poor femme had sat in the corner of the booth by herself while Optimus and Elita danced.
"You didn't go and trip and fall down a flight of stairs in front of the femme of your dreams, did you?" Ironhide said, flopping back onto his floor with a thud.
"Since when is she the femme of your dreams, Ironhide?!"
"Since the second I saw her carrying that rifle," he said dreamily, his processing unit wandering back to the cherished memory. Optimus only groaned and smacked his face into the palm of his hand.
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Heehee! Should I continue??