"Femme, that's stealing and you know it. Hand them over." Crosshairs rumbled in mild agitation, but it was also some amusement. At the moment the human femme stood before him with a playful grin, her usual 'snarkiness' almost absent.
"Naaa, I think they fit me!" She chirped back up to him. The green and black mech leaned down, giving her a look.
"Christen Burrows, give me my goggles."
"Oh the full name hu?" And the snarky behavior was back. She simply smirked, touching the blue and red glassed goggles that she had around her neck. There was no way they'd fit on her head, so she just draped them around it instead. Smiling proudly she took a step back.
"Christen." Again with the warning tone?
"Crosshairs." She could do it right back.
She ran through the gun fire, concrete and other debris exploding over head. Grunting softly Christen lunged forward, slamming into the ground to avoid the flying mortar. A soft gasp left her as she struggled to inhale a breath, Primus Slagget she knocked the wind out of herself!
"That's gonna bruise." She managed to grunt out after getting her diaphragm to quit seizing.
"Christen!" I looked up to see Crosshairs, my buddy. The mech whom slowly had become my best friend.
"Crosshairs!" She cried out in fear.
The small female lounged on the hard metal, eyes fluttering shut in her exhaustion. Long soft violet hair fanning out like a halo around her head. Breathing softly she didn't notice the shadow subtly blocking the harsh UV rays from her face. Crosshairs glanced down at the human femme, Christen, whom had slowly wormed her way into all of theirs sparks.
He knew Hound would never admit it, but he liked the female too. Cross' grunted softly, allowing his cloak to shield her from the planet's young Star. Shaking his helm at her, for falling into recharge where she could get UV poisoning, Crosshairs simply surveyed the surrounds. As usual Drift was off somewhere being all...fortune cooky like. By Primus was it annoying. Snorting, the black and green mech simply shifted and sat down, making sure to still keep her in his shadow. Tomorrow, tomorrow he'd have to find her more food again. She didn't have much left.
Grunting, the mech leaned back against the tall abondoned building and crossed his arms behind his helm. Offlining his optics and putting himself into a light recharge, that way he'd notice if something went wrong or she got up. That way he could protect her because Matrix forbid she pay attention herself.
AN:
So I have the actual first chapter being written and worked on with my beta Khalthar, and in the meantime I thought you all might like a few small teasers from my story. I was bored and this struck me when I was thinking about Crosshairs's goggles. Any who, let me know what you think about it.
As always please drop a review or idea, a fav or follow is immensely pleasing as well. Although I DO like to hear what you have to say. Until then-
~D.R. Out
P.S. I don't know if it's going to be in third or first person yet, vote and let me know which you'd rather read!
