Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I've forgotten…
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
In Plain Sight
Mirage and Hound – Slash?
Mirage stared at the small object lying in the palm of his hand. He'd found it just a few moments ago. It had been sitting in the center of his desk with a note.
'To the Towers… from the Desert.'
He knew the sender; it was obvious. Not even a challenge for a spy of his calibre. His interest however was piqued by the object. A small relic from Cybertron. Insignificant to anyone but him. And Hound knew that.
Reverently placing the object back on his small table, he slipped quietly out of his quarters, searching for a particular jeep.
On his way around the Ark, he heard various Autobots discussing the day. An Earth custom apparently, Mirage found out as he wandered. Valentine's Day; the day of the year where you show the person you care about how you truly appreciate them. He hadn't known that when he'd left the datapad in Hound's quarters that morning. He had merely found the scene breath-taking and thought that Hound might too. Who knew, maybe they might go out there and see it for real when the war was over.
He found Hound sitting in the rec. room.
"So what did you get Mirage then?" Bluestreak pleaded with the jeep.
"That's for Mirage to know and you never to find out Bluestreak." Hound replied with a smile.
"It was something he liked though wasn't it? I mean, Spike always gets Carly flowers or chocolates. Did you get something Mirage would have liked?"
"I did Bluestreak. I did. And I know he appreciates it." Hound flicked his optics over to where Mirage was standing, the spy suddenly remembering that Hound was one of the only ones able to track him when he was invisible. "Speaking of which, I should go check on him." Hound stood up and said goodbye to Bluestreak before leaving the rec. room.
"Come on Mr Invisible." He muttered as he passed Mirage. Mirage barely contained a chuckle at the affectionate nickname before dutifully trotting after Hound, still invisible.
"I take it you found my gift?" Hound asked as soon as he'd shut the door to his quarters. Mirage turned off his electro-disrupter and reappeared.
"I did, thank you." He replied. Somehow, words seemed inadequate, especially given what he'd found out about Valentine's Day. Despite each other's love of different planets; Mirage still fondly remembering Cybertron and Hound delighting in the Earth scenery, they got on well. For the second time that day, Mirage found himself thinking he might have to improve his espionage skills.
"Happy Valentines Day." He said, gently placing one delicate hand on Hound's shoulder plating.
"Spike said that it's custom to get the people you care about a gift; flowers, chocolates, something like that. Spike got Carly a gold ring this year. I didn't think you'd like flowers or chocolates, but I knew you'd like that."
"I did. Thank you." Mirage found himself repeating himself and smiled. "It's better than gold."