Prompt: Stars
She may have dared to dream...but he made that dream a reality.
Transformers (c) Hasbro
Moonracer always, for as long as she could remember, had a knack for looking at the bright side of life. As Chromia put it, she was stubbornly optimistic. When asked where she got all of her optimism and joy, she would giggle and say something like "I guess it's just in my programming!" But in truth, even she wasn't sure sometimes. Why was she so cheerful? They were in the middle of a war. The femmes were all but wiped out. Their home planet was a horrible shadow of what it once was. Energon was scarce. Death was widespread. She could go on and on about the hardships resting on every bots shoulders, and in turn, why she should have no hope left.
Moonracers optics glinted as she gazed at the stars littering the otherwise black void above Cybertron. She remembered a time when she had once looked at the stars and always thought, always hoped, that one day she could touch them. It was like a dream of hers, something to hope for, and when the war started, a kind of comfort. Even if Cybertron had been all but destroyed, the stars continued to glow, and always would.
A smile spread across her face as memories, images, feelings flooded her processor. Naturally, it was physically impossible to touch the stars, as Firestar had once informed her, they are merely massive, luminous balls of plasma that are held together by gravity; Firestar's own gentle way of advising that she stop thinking on such dreams and divert her energy to more practical activities that would benefit the war effort. But what Firestar didn't understand was that it wasn't about touching them, it was about reaching them.
Being a ground bound femme, this would be impossible for her, but she dared to dream. Dream that one day she would have her own set of wings. Wings that would carry her as high and as far as she wanted. A youngling-like fantasy that others would have been practically disgusted by at a time as grave as this...unless said wings would have also been used to stage aerial assaults on the enemy.
"Hey Moon!" a familiar voice broke the heavy silence. Eyes sparkling more so, she grinned as, in a familiar burst of purple light, the black seeker materialized in front of her. With a rather ungraceful clang, Skywarp plunked himself next to her. He then turned his head to give her one of his usual crooked grins before delving into a rather apt description of how tricky it had been for him to get away from base; apparently, he may or may not have crashed into a few Earth satellites on his way. Moonracer listened as best she could; adding an amused giggle or reprimanding frown where necessary, but found her attention beginning to waver, optics getting drawn once again to the stars.
"Moon? You alright?" Skywarp's red optics had a confused glow about them. Moonracer opened her mouth to respond with a typical good humoured, "I'm great!" but hesitated. She then cast her optics back to the stars above her. Following her gaze, Skywarp frowned slightly in further confusion. Then, after several kilks, they widened in sudden realization. Smirking slightly, he cast a sidelong glance at the still silent femme. Her blue optics were reflecting the stars, giving them a certain sparkling quality; not unlike the rare jewels humans seemed to get so obsessed with. Without waiting for further confirmation, Skywarp raised himself to standing position. Moonracer looked to him in curiosity but before she could ask, she was suddenly scooped up into his arms. Blinking in surprise, she tiled her head up to look at him.
"What?" he asked grinning widely, "I may not be that smart, but I'm definitely not blind" With a wink, he activated his thrusters, rising several feet from off the ground. "Now, shall we go for a fly, my lady" he added in a jokingly regal tone. Moonracer couldn't fight back the silly giggle that rose in her vocaliser; not only from his joke, but whenever he took her flying it always made her giddy.
"I'd love to" she answered, leaning up to gently brush her lips against his. With a roar his engines activated, quickly leaving the planet's surface behind them as he deepened the kiss. By the time they finally broke apart, Cybertron was already a tiny speck on the dark expanse of space. Moonracer sighed as she relaxed into Skywarp's arms, gazing at the beauty that surrounded her.
"You know..." Skywarp broke the silence, a strange tone in his voice, "it's weird. Having been a flyer all my life...I guess you kind of take it for granted. All the stuff you can see and experience, that other's never could" he then let a rare warm smile adorn his face, optics meeting Moonracers, "Good thing I've you to remind me eh?" Moonracer felt her spark flutter; he hardly ever spoke such warm, heartfelt words....but then again, he did always seem to become far more relaxed when they went flying; not concerned about seeming macho, or the joker, just himself. Or at least who he was to Moonracer. Not saying anything, she snuggled closer into his arms, dimming her optics in content bliss.
No, Moonracer may never have wings, may never fly herself, may never touch a star, but that was just fine with her. As long as she had Skywarp, she knew she would always have a set of wings. Until she had met him, the dream of reaching the stars was just that; a dream. He turned it into something real. She found it amusing that he thought she made flight special for him, but there was no way he could ever know just how much him simply carrying her on a short trip meant to her.
Thinking back on the question from before, 'where did she get her optimism and joy', she visibly grinned as she found the reason. The source of her joy was currently carrying her in his arms. She would have giggled at the pure irony of her situation, finding happiness and hope in the arms of an enemy, had it not been for the warm, soothing feeling of having her head resting next to Skywarp's spark chamber, slowly lolling her into recharge. As she gave one last glance to the vast amount of stars and planets surrounding them, the last thought that crossed her processor was both concerning and amusing:
'...I hope he knows the way back...'
Author's Note: Not as much humour in this chapter...Well (goes back and re-reads) hardly any humour in this chapter; but it's probably good to have a bit of variety! Anyways, just a small look into Moonracer's psyche; she's pretty fun to write for! So full of youthful dreams :D I imagine she's not the kind to spend too long angsting over being involved with the enemy, and if she did start to feel uneasy about it, all it'd take would be one of Warps jokes or flight trips and she'd be as chipper as ever!
If anyone has any suggestions or prompts, feel free to send them and I'll see what I can do ;D Oh! And I've decided to do 10 chapters on this, so as not to set unreasonable demands for myself...that and I'm lazy xD
And no, I don't know whether it's possible for Warp to fly from Earth to Cybertron :/ Hmm, maybe he teleported! Yeah, that works xD