First Impressions

A Transformers/Star Trek 2009 Crossover

Summary: At a time far in the future, two worlds meet, and first impressions are made.

Very much AU and slightly OOC. Forgive me for any technical errors.

Disclaimer: For fictional purposes only

The whirling sound of power surrounded the small figure that stood in perfect form in the center of the dome shaped training room. His ears twitched slightly as a sharp whining sound floated in from above, yet his cool gaze remained focused on the energetic hues of blues that swirled within the massive appendage cocked at a forty-five degree angle. He would never say how it hypnotized him to watch tiny pings of energy shoot back and forth that worked to create extraordinary power beyond his comprehension. No, that admittance was better kept a secret that swelled in his chest and propelled him forward to discover every inch of physical possibility to determine just what kind of forces these metallic beings could possess.

It seemed almost intuitive.

Ironhide jerked his arm back with a suddenness that didn't faze the Vulcan, but Spock noticed with a hint of awe at the finesse the giant robot moved, maintaining perfect form as he balanced the weight of his prided guns. The intricate sequencing of the metal plates that shifted to form and reform angles at which the cannons could be placed for the most precise shot fascinated Spock, though his eyes never showed any hint of emotion.

Then he was staring down into the barrel. The whirling and lights ceased in a series of clicks, and Spock raised his head slowly to peer into the dark blue, nearly smiling optics of the aged warrior. He cocked an eyebrow, hands twitching at his side to lightly caress the gun holstered on his waist.

"At ease, Ironhide."

Spock prided himself on the ability to maintain stoic even though the dying urge to face his apparent rescuer nagged at the back of his mind. He wouldn't look away until the robot laid down first.

A moment passed. Then Ironhide grumbled and the cannon retracted back into the massive arm, plates shielding the powerful weapon to appear as an overly bulked, metallic bicep.

Spock turned then to find the Autobot called Prowl standing before the entrance way, robotic hands folded behind his back, his optics focused on Ironhide with calm authority.

"I just wanted to show him my cannons," the weapon's specialist grunted as he moved to stand as requested by his superior.

"I believe another time will have to suffice for you to demonstrate your abilities. Lieutenant Spock," Prowl turned to face their small guest, "Optimus Prime would like to meet with your Commander and team as soon as you all have settled. I have been instructed to guide you back to your quarters."

Spock nodded once. He looked back to acknowledge the large black Autobot in a silent bid of farewell, and finding the robot to glare back at him with a strange gleam in his eyes. Spock felt a chill run through his body, yet he was more intrigued than haunted.

He faced back to follow Prowl from the training room, but paused before the automatic doors could shut behind him.

"Thank you for your demonstration, Ironhide. I'm sure we will meet again as I am very much interested in studying the ways of your artillery."

Straight to the point, no need for elaboration. Spock didn't need to look back once more to know that the weapon's specialist was grinning at his back.

"I look forward to it, Lieutenant."

The doors cut off communication and Spock ignored the urge to sigh with utter relief as he fell into a brisk walk down the alien corridor.

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The End