Title: Transformers: The Ledge
Universe: G1
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme "Mustache." The theme is in reference to Movember, the worldwide men's health awareness month. We could include a mustache (or mustached character) in or fic, or spell the word out in bolded letters. I did the latter, and managed to get it all in the first paragraph (hence the random, single bold letters). Word count: 423
"TC, whatcha doing over here?" Skywarp called over the distant cries and sirens as he swooped in for a landing. The glass bridge – a human structure they'd named the 'Skywalk' – groaned under the additional Cybertronian weight, many of the clear panes shattering and falling far below. Neither flier noticed the falling debris.
Thundercracker ignored the question as he stared off over the immense expanse. Smoke partly obscured his vision, but he understood why the humans called this canyon 'Grand.' Behind them, he heard Starscream's haughty vocals raise up in disdain. A human voice, amplified artificially, answered, half demanding, half desperate.
"You're supposed to be over there, with us," Skywarp said, motioning to the half-burning structure behind them. Several police vehicles spread out in front. The flashing lights reflected off the smoke. Another vehicle arrived, siren wailing.
"Why?" Thundercracker turned to face him. "To witness Starscream's grandstanding? I hear him well enough from here."
"You are making yourself a nice target all by yourself over here. That's why Megs chose this place: remote, but still with squishies to put between us and their jets when they show up. What?" Skywarp asked after his wing mate snorted.
"One: their jets are still a ways off. I can easily return to you before they reach us. Two: why are we hiding behind humans?"
"Because our job's to distract the–"
"Yes, yes, I know." The blue Seeker waved away the other's explanation. "We cause havoc, lure as many Autobots out here so the others can attack their base. But why?"
"To destroy them? That'd be my guess." Skywarp nodded.
"That's not what I meant." Thundercracker grimaced. "In the old days, our battles meant something. We proved ourselves through combat. Now what do we do? We fight these," he gestured toward where Starscream had the humans cornered, "creatures, and what do we prove? Nothing. There's no honor here. We're not even facing their military forces. These creatures pose no threat. They're not worth the effort."
Skywarp tilted his head, considering. "Wow, TC. When'd you become such an Autobot?"
Gazing out over the canyon, Thundercracker reached over and shoved the other flier off the Skywalk. With a surprised squawk, Skywarp fell. He reappeared a moment later, teleporting back in a purple flash, laughing. The glass walkway groaned and swayed at the Cybertronian's new positioning.
"Tell you what, I'm going back to Starscream. You come join us when you're done sulking, or whatever, 'kay?"
"Yeah, 'or whatever.'"