Title: Fractional Divide
Rating:PG- 13
Genre: Au
Characters: Miles, Oil Slick
Warnings: Language
Notes:What if there was a other base, lets involve Miles in on the secret
Miles would be the first to admit he had a remarkable cluster fuck of a school year and ongoing summer vacation. Sam's Satan's Camaro, being ditched for Mikaela, learning his deceased father had been working for an classified section of the government, and ooh, space aliens really do exist and there was one parted in his garage, despite all that in the space of eight months or so, this, this topped it all.
He scuffed his sneakers against a rather large rock, licked dry lips, parched by the sun, and eyed the unconscious naked man sprawled out with his unmentionable bits covered with his battered tee. Snarky mad science motorcycles shouldn't turn into a naked human male. Snarky motorcycles shouldn't turn into frail flesh creatures, and he had that rant memorized didn't he, in the middle of nowhere Nevada, half way between base and Tranquility.
With a good part of his stuff in subspace. Which made no sense, Oil Slick was on the dainty, small end of the whole metallic life form spectrum, but he had weighed more than the dry weight for an Indian Chief Dark horse, 746 pounds, for the non-sentient, non-extraterrestrial model, and currently couldn't be much more than one forty. So, all that mass had just poof, evaporated or burned or powered the messed up light show. Along with every personal thing ' Slick kept in his subspace pockets and Miles DS lite and a good part of his media library he had planned on burning at Raoul's.
He had called Raoul right after Oil Slick abruptly made a sharp turn off the smooth pavement and onto the rocky ground. Well, when he had wobbly managed to dismount from the bike, collapsed on the dusty ground, and stop being memorized from the reenactment of Cinderella and the Fairy godmother glowing bit. Wait, more of an beauty and the beast or both, some Disney magical sparkly, ooh my god, what the fuck bit.
So Miles was supposed to get picked up soon.
He was just in the desert, with an naked alien turn human, out cold man for company, just off of a highway. Just waiting.
Don't mind the idiots by the side of the road officer. Just waiting for my ride, the type that can't snark back or comment. Miles thought, edging towards hysteria, mind running cheerfully away with possibilities. What? I have no idea why his naked or where his clothing went officer. Nor do I have any form of identification. It was in this motorcycle see, along with seven DVDs and my DS and now all I have is a naked, rawboned, swarthy skin gentlemen that naked and has a nose that could rival Snape. No, Officer, I'm not on Acid, or tripping... and do I really have to pee in a cup?
Yeah, that would be just perfect to end the night on. Please, note the sarcasm.
Head lights? Miles strained forward on the rock, watching the indiscernibly color car. Probably gray and Please be Raoul, please be Raoul! He spewed the litany hopefully. Really, really don't want to explain this to my mom.
Holy crap on toast, thank Primus and who ever, whatever watches over snarky motorcycle scientist. Miles nearly collapsed as Raoul stepped out of the car and grinned. He whooped, " Civilization! No Jail!"
And set Raoul laughing, not just a chuckle, full out fucking rolling.
"Stop laughing, this isn't funny."
Title FD:226. Human
Genre: Au
Characters: Oil Slick, Howlback, OC: Fracture, OC: Lotus/Muninn
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Set during Day one, the mechs figure out they are human
White greeted Oil Slicks optics when he woke. White, raised lines like the ribs of organic palms, why am I staring at the med bay ceiling? How did I fit? Raoul's base has decent hallways but this was an smaller section... He trailed off, breath hitched as he stared at the hand. The fleshy organic, frail warm skinned hand. His hand?
He clenched it, rotated it, and laid it down, letting nails and fingers dig into the softness of the blankets?, that was his hand. He could feel the threads, the fluff, the comforting warmth. Frag.
Oil Slick swallowed, biting down panic and sat up. Three others were with him, each covered with a blanket.
The closest was small, childish and round, with long, long white hair. The strands passed his chubby feet, peeking out of the white blanket. Lotus? It was a possibility, the real gear was tiny. Scraplet size. Mainly shinny bright white. Oil Slick paused and lifted a hand, tangling it in his own hair. Jet black. The blanket was an off gold color. Okay, perhaps they were color coded.
The second was Howlback, his younger brother was taller, probably a tween, then Lotus. They had similar hair but Howl's had a blue cast to it while his just ate the light. Bipedal, Howlback is going to hate that.
The last had to be Fracture. The mech, man, had dirty blond hair with lighter roots. Humans dyed their hair and Fracture had temp paint over his original color. He could just make out the coloring of the etch, just hints of red, black, white, and gunmetal against white skin. Etch would be a tattoo, so we have aspects of us. That is... somewhat reassuring.
Oil Slick pushed off the berth, bed, and hissed as cold shot up his feet. No wonder they wear fragging socks. He wrapped the blanket around himself and walked over to Fracture, leaving the peaceful resting younglings. He couldn't deal with his brother panicking at the moment. He was just teetering the edge of his own melt down.
"Hey," he hissed and viciously prodded the exposed shoulder with a stiff finger. "Come on Fracture, online, wake up." Fracture shifted, swatting at his hand, ending up rolling on his stomach, blanket falling showing more of the Razor moth etched across his back. Oil Slick frowned and swatted the slightly older mech upside the head. "Wake up," he hissed again, shoulders hunched.
"What the slag do you want 'Slick," came the muffled grumble. Finally, Fracture cracked open an eye, a slit of warm brown and starling white peeking out as he resigned to wake up. Oil Slick huffed, and poked the other in his cheek, vindictively hastening the coherent process, as Fracture's face morphed into sleepy confusion to startle wonderment, to horror.
"Why are you human..." Fracture questioned and then realized that he should be looking down, not up and covered his head, fingers tangling in smooth silky strands. He was human. "This is just a really bad recharge loop." Really had to be, the transference of mass would, should be impossible. Spyker C8 Aileron had been his chosen alt, it weighed over three thousand pounds, about 1.4 metric tons and he couldn't weigh more than two hundred pounds as a human, likely less.
Fracture grunted as he was slapped again and shot out a hand, capturing a sharp bone wrist. "Stop hitting me 'Slick." He gripped the bony wrist a bit harder in warning before letting go. He shifted, sitting up and looked around, taking in the hunched, distraught looking skinny man and then the sleeping forms. "We're at the base," he nodded, remembering teasing the youngling and sparkling as he wrote simple glyphs for them and Raoul to copy, then pain and light and Raoul shouting.
Alright, they were safe. Human but safe. Oil Slick was covered in dust, red brown and flaky and dulling his curtain of black hair. He had stunning green eyes though, chartreuse green, narrow and with heavy lids. He was outside with Miles when things went to slag. 'Slick is sort of pretty, sharp ridge of a nose though, Fracture mused and realized something. "Where are our human hosts?"
"Hopefully going over the recording of this event, I take it that this," Oil Slick gestured to him and the younglings, "happened in base near our quarters."
"Loading bay three," Fracture offered. Seven cameras, so seven different views of the event, which gave them data, which meant that they had a way to reverse this. "Do you want to calculate the possibility that this was to knock out the Autobot and Decepitcon powerhouse and caught us by a fluke?"
"Astronautically miniscule that this event was targeting us," Oil Slick admitted. "We kept clandestine, installed dampeners, designed holo-forms, took native alt mods and kept to them when outside the base. So we got fragged because the Autobot's couldn't keep a convert mission and destroyed the Allspark and gathered an military force on this mud ball."
"Likely," Fracture twisted, hearing a soft whimper, and noticed the same green eyes peering out though a curtain of dark hair. "Your sibling awake. Take him and I'll handle Lotus?" He slid down and cursed at the floor. "Why is it so cold?"
"Cause we are in the basement?" Oil Slick snarked and moved to his younger sibling's bed, easily sliding up and laying a hand over the quivering back. "Hey, you alright?"
Fracture watched the siblings lean against each other, arms wrapped and quietly reassured each other with touch and quite words. They looked like mirrors of each other, both dark haired, haunting illuminating green eyes, and lanky forms. Shrike was expecting a other sparkling, a seeker this time around, who frame was colored fiery red cooling to creams and crisp solid black. Different then the shadowy colors of Howlback or the black, gold, and greens slicked across 'Slick's sharp angled plating.
He shook his head and grinned, catching two color eyes peering up. "Well, that different, and rather pretty Lotus." Fracture ruffled the silky platinum blonde hair, so clear it was nearly white. "How long you been up?"
"Not long," the real gear replied, looking at his hands and then back up. His face split in a grin, mismatched colored eye grinning. "I'm not a minuscule runt anymore." Lotus sat up, wrapping himself in the blanket, feet sticking out. "I'm a human and I can now reach thing, and carry things, and ... well I won't be able to hack things anymore," he trailed off, wiggling his fingers wishfully.
Fracture chuckled, the youngest cheer was addictive, and tugged the squirming sparkling into his lap. "Well, you are know about three foot, you had what... five times your original height?" He teased lightly, relaxing as what had once been just a simple pair of Mogul head phones cuddled, blonde head against his chest.
Lotus had been their final clue that the All Spark had been on this planet. Bandersnatch had been in contact with Raoul for ten earth years. There had been rumors, but when Raoul had gotten custody of the then pair, an apple Ipod and a set of head phones turned into mechs. Tiny toy like beings, they knew the All Spark location, it was all the evidence they needed. A pair of new spark mechs.
Muninn hadn't survived the week but Lotus had surprisingly thrived... well, it was debatable if his alleged twin occupied his processor or not. The sparkling, barely four earth years, seemed to think his sibling was there. Having not been there, Fracture could only guess but tolerated it easy enough.
So Lotus was a bit glitched, possibly, he was one of a half dozen sparklings created from the Allspark on this dirty little planet that had survived and became a part of the Collective and later would return to their colony. While there was split sparks still around, every mech had became important with the All Sparks sudden and careless destruction.
Fracture sighed, leaning against the wall as he watched the brothers bed down on a single bed, 'Slick on the outside. It felt late, likely was late. He shifted the brat higher on his chest as he laid down. They would figure everything out tomorrow.