Title: Complex
Author: Silver Spider
Genre: Angst/Triple Drabble (300 words)
Characters: Cheetor
Warning: Probably PG (even with a bad word or two), though you might squick anyway.
Summary: Cheetor has a slight problem with the boundaries humans put on certain relationships.
Complex
By: Silver Spider
I don't understand humans and their backward relationships.
Tarantulas... he knew it. His smirks and off hand remarks about "sister complex" made no sense to me, so I asked Rattrap. He just gave me this tired look and muttered "go, wikipedia it, kiddo." Hadn't called me that in a while and combined with his surprising lack of any other commentary, it actually made me look it up myself. Needless to say I learned more than I ever wanted to know.
Still don't understand everything, but I'm pretty sure Blackarachnia does. Did when she made those damn IDs. Typo, my exhaust port. Am I really supposed to believe that she'd ever be that careless? Ten to one, she did this whole brother-sister thing on purpose. Because she knew how the humans would see it, and Primus forbid we make the the delicate humans uncomfortable. She's clever that way.
And devious.
And a total bitch.
The hottest, smartest bitch to ever grace Earth or Cybertron.
Smart in most respects, that is, and this is where I allow myself a little smugness. She didn't do it for me. If it had been only me, she would have just continued to ignore things the way she always had in the Beast Wars. Easy to brush off a kid with a silly crush. Not so easy when said former kid has been the shoulder she'd leaned – never cried, let's not go that far - on for most of the Technorganic War.
See? It's not all in my head. Blackarachnia always has an ulterior motive. None of this was for me, because I didn't even know what boundaries that slag came with. Blackarachnia did it for Blackarachnia; a constant reminder that I should never be anything more than a kid to her.