REACH FOR THE SKY
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or Harry Potter. No way, no how. But I do own this little story.
Summary: By popular demand, and my own overimaginative brain, Reach For The Sky is back, baby! Anyway, I don't know how or when I will get to writing this – it seems I was gifted with more potbunnies – excuse me, plot dragons, - than I am able to comfortably parade around –but at least you will have something to look forward to. Well, enjoy!
Warnings: Hinted slash, strange situations, and our favourite mechs abound. Anyway, the pairings are: Harry/Megatron, Harry/Barricade, Harry/Starscream
1) Hellspawn
»Hey, do you know who will pilot Hellspawn today?« A pilot asked his comrades. They shuddered in unison. »I feel for the poor devil that will be stuck with it,« Another pilot commented, his recognising feature was a deep slash over his right eye It became almost a ritual initiation of some sort, to con the newbies into piloting the F-22 that was – to say it mildly – difficult to the extreme. You had to have a good stomach and even better nerves, what with some stunts the plane pulled on you, just out of the blue. And if there were no newbies… it was a mad scramble for any F-22 that wasn't the Hellspawn. So they played – somewhat demented version of music chair – only difference was, that the poor fucker who was the last for any reason, had to go on hair-raising ride with the Hellspawn itself.
»Huh, you are in luck,« A mechanic grumbled out. »Seems that they sent some whiz kid with orders to ride the Hellspawn and find out what is wrong with the bird.« He hacked a little, his voice still scratchy from the all-nighter he pulled.
The pilots looked at each other. »A newbie, huh?« One asked, grinning nastily. »Should be fun to see.«
His companions agreed enthusiastically. Anyone but them, it was the first rule of survival.
2) Sleepover
Harry stared. And stared again. »You seriously don't know what sleepover is?« he asked incredulously. The three mechs shook their heads almost simultaneously. »… And you didn't think to look it up on internet?«
The three of them looked sheepish – if three most bloodthirsty Decepticons could ever look sheepish that is – and then, froze.
»It's a girl thing?« Starscream asked, his voice squeaky with surprise.
Harry sighed. »Yes, it's a girl thing.« He answered patiently. »But that doesn't mean guys can't have sleepovers,« He explained patiently. »It's just…different. We talk about… guy things, our favorite soccer teams, girls and the like.« A light of recognition brightened three pairs of optics. »Ahhh…« Barricade rumbled out. »So can we have a sleepover?« he asked, making a puppy-dog-eyes face.
Harry blinked. »Uh…. I think my house is a little too small for that, no offense,« He offered weakly.
»We'll take care of that,« Megatron interrupted him. »You just have the house ready for the party.«
Harry sighed, defeated. »Right, right,« He agreed. Already wary of the havoc the three of them would undoubtedly make. Besides, how on Earth would three giant robots even stuff themselves in his little cottage, anyway?
3) Overdrive
The first time Barricade felt the boy touch him, he felt his systems go in overdrive. The boy wasn't anything impressive – he was smaller than average male of his age, black, unruly hair, scrawny form clothed in too big clothes for some reason, with ugly pair of glasses on his nose.
Normally, Barricade wouldn't let the urchin come to him, or even touch him with his filthy fleshy paws for anything in the world.
But he had no choice. And so, he resigned himself to be pawed and fondled once again, like any of those scraps of metal the squishies called used cars.
And oh Primus, it was so worth it….
4) Penalty
Hermione looked around nervously. For some reason, she was collecting penalty tickets lately. She gulped. What would it be this time? She clutched her purse to herself, as she nervously headed to her mother's car.
'Please don't let there be penalty ticker, please don't let there be a penalty ticker, pl – '
She looked at the windshield nervously. A relieved sigh escaped her, as she saw a clear surface.
She quietly yelped in delight. »Yay! Take that, you - !«
Grinning, she set herself on opening the car… when she saw a shadow behind her.
She gulped.
»Miss Granger?« A cultured voice asked her sternly. »We really have to stop meeting like this...by the way, you parked on the No Parking zone, and in addition, you exceeded the speeding limit for the village.«
Strong, elegant fingers drew out a small block while the male spoke, and poised a ballpoint on the paper.
Large brown eyes looked at the stern visage of the handsome policeman. »W – Well, I, uh… It was just for five minutes!« She babbled out.
The policeman paused. Dark eyes looked at her, making her feel exposed and small, as if she were a naughty toddler.
»Still a five minutes too much, Miss Granger,« He told her, his voice firm. »Now, that will be 500 pounds… and don't forget to pay the last one, Miss Granger,« he advised her mildly. »It was due yesterday.«
With a satisfying rrriip, he tore of the list of paper off the block and solemnly held it to her.
Clenching her teeth, he forced herself to nod. »Of course, officer. How kind of you to remember, I really don't know where I misplaced my head,« She smiled a sweet, if a little bit forced smile.
He nodded. »I understand; people are becoming more and more forgetful nowadays.« He turned around. »And please, don't forget to call someone to deal with the wheel-clamping.
»Yes, yes, I will,« Hermione gritted through her teeth, seething silently.
To Barricade, she looked out as an overgrown puffy cat. He suppressed the urge to laugh, as he nodded politely. »See that you do, and I hope we won't meet ourselves so frequently from now on.«
»Yeah, I hope so, too,« Hermione nodded primly.
When he walked away, she watched him with her killer stare. Oh, how she wished that he would just drop dead!«
»That damned bobby,« she muttered to herself, as she attempted to unlock the car.
»Language, young lady.« An all too familiar voice floated to her ears. »And that would be additional 150 pounds for insulting an official person on their duty.«
Hermione groaned. At that rate, her Gringotts vault would be empty before this year would be over!
5) Vehicle
Harry stared. »So, you are living, talking, moving alien vehicle from the space… and what does that have to do it with me?« He deadpanned, looking in Megatron's red optics unflinchingly.
6) Pimp
»Yo, dude!« Harry was ambushed by the overenthusiastic commentator with a little too sparkly smile. He blinked owlishly. »Me?« he repeated dumbly. The commentator beamed. »Yeah, you! You were chosen for the Pimp My Ride! Aren't you excited?« Harry blinked again. »Run that by me again?« He asked slowly. »I was chosen for…«
The commentator nodded enthusiastically. »Yeah, man! You have such a poor ride – ya know, how on earth it still works I don't know – Does it even works?« He pointed to the scrap of metal in front of Harry's garage disdainfully. »So we will take this trash and change it into a lil' beauty, only for you! Whaddya say about that? Cool huh?«
Harry's brains finally caught up. »Oh…. OH! You are talking about repairing my car!« He exclaimed out.
The commentator sweat dropped. »Yeah…So, you ready for the change of your life?« he grinned a cheesy grin, draping one arm over Harry's shoulders.
»Um, It's really not neccesarry...« Harry tried, fending the man away from him. Or tried to.
»Awe, cutie, don't worry, it will be the sweetest ride evah, I promise ya!« The man still didn't understand.
In this moment, the so-called scrap of metal let out a screech, worthy of Starscream, - which ruined all the cameras, by the way - and hightailed out – er, as much as it could hightail out, being the scrap junk as it was. (It hobbled out, really.)
The looked at the fleeing car blankly.
»Dude, you hurt its' feelings.« A cameraman told the gaping commentator blankly.
Harry looked at the lost man. »And you just lost me a ride.« He told him flatly.
7) Recharge
Harry wanted to sleep. Wanted to. Intended to. But for some reason, there were some loud whines – loud for him, anyway – heard from the hangar.
»If that continues, we'll have to rename you from Hellspawn to Crybaby,« He muttered crankily, before grabbing his blanket and stalking out of the cabin he shared with three pilots.
The whines quietened steadily – but Harry didn't worry about it's origin, because he knew who exactly was emitting those ghastly sounds.
He looked at the smug F-22. »Happy now?« He asked grumpily. The fighter jet let loose a small rumbling, purr, as if it were a giant cat.
Harry sighed.
»Yeah, yeah, I got it!« He snapped at the irritating scrap of metal. He snuggled into the blanket, before curling under one of the wings.
No matter where he curled up, he invariably woke up in the cockpit somehow, anyway.
Starscream waited until his pilot slipped into deep recharge, before transforming and carefully moving him into the cockpit. He really didn't want his fleshling – especially one with such strong thirst for the sky – freeze because of cold air or something.
The security would just have to suck it up and deal with it.
8) Stalker
Harry stopped. There! It was there again! He suppressed a shiver and the urge to pull out his trusty wand. Instead, he reached for his trusty pistol – a strange mix of magic and muggle technology he managed to smuggle past the wizarding and muggle securities. Bless Hermione and Luna for their inventive minds, but Harry refused to give the one thing that saved his life more times he could count to some idiotic researchers of some idiotic Ministry of Magic. No way, no how.
But he had a sinking feeling…
A familiar whine sounded… right there.
Under his window, actually.
Opening his window, he stared at the all too familiar silohuette of F-22 he supposedly left back at Alamo…. Supposedly.
However, the Hellspawn was now there, sitting on his lawn, like some sort of innocent puppy.
Just, it was way bigger than average puppy, and Harry had to wonder just how did the thing found it's way here.
»You realize that what you are doing is called stalking?« He asked the Hellspawn on his lawn dryly, which purred softly in the answer.
»And I can't even appeal to anyone about that…« Harry muttered sourly. » Besides, who in their right mind would believe me that a giant F-22 was stalking me, anyway?«
The Hellspawn just purred again, and Harry's eyebrow twitched at the mirthful undertone in its' purr.
He sighed. »Have to call 'em, that you are missing,« He sighed again, massaging his temple.
Migraine, here we come.
In the base, the mechanics couldn't believe their eyes. »It… left?« A head mechanic croaked out disbelievingly.
»Y-yes. It left… look at the logs, it truly left…« The junior mechanic said excitely.
A tremendous whoop of joy shook the hangar.
»THANK GOD!/ALLAH!/JASHIN! WE'RE SAVED!«
This night, the last bottle of champagne was opened, despite the strict regs, and all crew, from mechanics, to pilots, to the command tower celebrated the disappearance of the mysterious Hellspawn, with tears of relief sliding copiously down their cheeks.
9) Time
Time was a consistent thing. Time could run. Time could halt still. And for Harry his time was stolen by the three of the giant robots.
»Harry – « Barricade tried to reason with the mutinous wizard.
»I said NO!« Harry exploded at last. »This is ME time, meaning I want for some time alone, nookie time, time for me to get to know Mr. Hand –
Starscream blinked. »And who, exactly, is Mr. Hand?« He growled out dangerously, the growl was echoed by the two other mechs.
Harry groaned, fighting urge to facepalm.
Just how to explain those overly possesive… idiots, that he wanted some 'happy time' alone?
He didn't relish talking about human procreation, thank you very much.
10) Myth
»But wizards are just a myth…« Megatron stated, his red optics looking at the human in his servos inquiringly. Harry glared. »Oh, yeah. And walking, talking, feeling behemoths of metal that are more advanced that anything humankind could come up with, are just a myth, too.«
He snapped back irritated.
Sometimes, it sucked being a wizard.
And what sucked more, was that irritating logic of theirs.
For being so irrational sometimes, they were truly a bunch of disbelieving Thomases to boot.
11) Warp
»What is a… warp speed?« Starscream asked inquiringly, red eyes curious -
Harry stiffened.
»Did you watched Star Trek again?« Harry asked slowly, fearing the answer.
Starscream nodded. »Yeah.«
Harry sighed. »It's faster than the speed of light and –«
Starscream's eyes became huge. »Wow. And squishies – humans –» he corrected himself quickly at Harry's long-suffering glare, »Travel at warp speed?«
»No,« Harry deadpanned. »We became pancakes.«
12)Music
Harry listened to the music, entranced.
Barricade smirked to himself smugly.
He may not be the handsomest mech – well, he was one of the spikiest around - but his music was his pride and joy.
And his spark was warmed up everytime he shared his gift with the small, green-eyed squishy named Harry.
13) Official
It was official. One Harry Potter was off the market.
The race queens pouted. It wasn't fair! Harry – or Bolt, as they called him in the racing circles, was one of the cuter ones, and there wasn't a woman that didn't wish to have this stallion in her bed.
But this – this was hot!
They yowled like cats in heat, when a tall, built man grabbed slender green-eyed one into strong embrace, black hair tumbling sexily on his forehead, as the dark as night eyes behind the red visor looked at the blushing Harry hotly. The man was clothed in black leather pants, and jacket, leaving his chest naked to the lustful stares of the crowd.
»You've driven me well,« The man purred into Harry's face, his voice unlike the smooth purr of Harry's racing car.
»I think that deserves a reward… don't you?«
Harry nodded, flustered, before he was tugged into kiss that liquefied his knees in a jiffy.
He didn't notice the flashlights, he didn't notice the screams… his thoughts were only on Barricade's hot and heavy kiss and unvoiced promises.
14) Checkmate
»Checkmate.« Megatron's voice purred out smugly, as the redhead gaped at the chessboard. »Wha – Bu-Wha-How?« Ron managed to bleat out, his eyes huge with surprise.
Megatron sighed. This was the twentieth time in this night, and it became boring. Harry had introduced him to the sixth Weasley boy in the hopes of Ron and Megatron finding a worthy challenge in their chess skills, but noo… the brat was pathetic.
He had more challenge from Optimus, and that was telling enough – especially because those Autoslags were winning mostly on the pure dumb luck.
This last win of theirs, was only because of that fleshling, Ladiesman 217 or something –
He threaded his right hand through the silver hair, irritated with the way his thoughts turned to.
Then, he felt a small, slender hand on his left shoulder. »Again?« Harry asked with a chuckle.
Megatron groaned. »Yeah.« He glared at the redhead, who squeaked and quailed under his stare.
Well, Megatron was intimidating – tall and with wide shoulders, he was taller than anyone, except Hagrid. He was imposing, even clothed in casual clothes – black trousers and blood red shirt that accentuated his burgundy colored eyes. His face was stern and chiseled, like the face of a war general. Thin lips and strong jaw only accentuated his strong presence and will.
Even Dumbledore was, for some reason, cowed by the presence of this stranger, and that was saying much for the aged wizard.
But when Megatron looked at Harry, his lips quirked into a small smirk, and dark eyes softening slightly with affection –
He was the epitome of a prime meat of any human or humanoid female out there.
Silvery blue eyes looked at the strange General hungrily.
Yes, she swore to herself.
He would be hers.
15) Compute
It just didn't compute. Magic?
When Harry told them about that… strange energy, they thought the fleshling was kidding. But with Harry presenting the facts, and Animagus transformation and the… Apparation, they were convinced.
Their fleshling was special, and this Magic… seemed to be an interesting field to know more about.
Only as long as their serwos wouldn't be burnt by something…
But the potential was there.
It still didn't wash away the fact, it still didn't get along wit the good old logic.
And yeah, their fleshling was soo much better than Autoslags' Witwacky!
In their faceplates.
16) Date
Harry smiled.
This date was one of the best he had been on. In fact, any of dates he had gone on with his three… boyfriends? Were his favourites.
Well, not many human males could trump the trip into space with F-22, couldn't they?
He sighed, as he gently caressed the interior of his fighter jet, smiling as the seat shuddered slightly in the answer of his gentle touch.
»The stars are beautiful,« He murmured to Starscream gently.
»Yeah, I know,« Starscream replied, his voice quiet. »They are also a reason for our sky hunger…«
He paused. »But with you, I don't feel the sky hunger. With you, my spark is full.«
Harry blushed. »You are my wings too, you know.« He retorted, embarrassed.
Starscream paused. 'Does Harry knows just what his words mean?' He asked himself.
'No, he couldn't… he isn't a flier... well, not in convectional sense, anyway…'
To tell a Seeker, that he or she was your wings, was the ultimate love confession. Seekers, above all, loved the sky and its' freedom… and without their wings, they were nothing.
So he swallowed the warmth in his spark, committing it to his deepest memory banks.
Silently, he turned around, and speed to back to the Earth, listening to the Harry's slow heartbeat.
'You are my wings too, Harry Potter.' He thought to himself, red eyes brightening slightly with warmth.
/To Be Continued/