A collection of shorts revolving around the characters of WOWL. Some fit into the main story line, some are just me playing with the characters. I will update it as either new ficlets come to be or when I do another shorts challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Just the plot and OCs.
Jynx, Elita One. 64. "Just . . . leave me alone." 6. "Let me help."
That tall, thin, majestic dawn colored femme was the last thing in the world Jynx expected to come slipping around the corner tonight. Of all the fools in this place that wanted to watch her every move she figured the Lady Prime would be the last to want something to do with her. Especially after how they met.
Sensors pinning into their grooves as her claws tightened their grip on her own plating she fixed her gaze hard on the city far below them.
"Good evening, Jynx." Elita's rich, smooth voice drifted over the song of the city as she slowly made her way across the roof.
Jynx made no move to stop her but she made no move to invite her either. Just sitting there as the larger femme closed the distance between them and sat herself down beside Jynx.
Staring out over the lights of the city beside her. Silent.
But even that made Jynx uncomfortable. The smaller femme curling into herself as she muttered.
"Just . . . leave me alone."
Elita didn't seemed surprised, but she didn't move either. "Jynx . . . . Let me help."
"I don't need your help." She snapped, swinging her gaze to the side so those silver optics burned into the bright blue. "I don't want your help."
Elita leaned back just a little at the bit of the words, but considering she was expecting them it wasn't too much of a shock. She kept still and quiet in an effort to defuse the fight brewing in those strange silver pools.
As she figured when there was on rise to the fight she wanted Jynx fizzled out. A hint of confusion flickering in that gaze before she yanked it away again. Staring hard at anything else in an attempt to dismiss the femme next to her.
Elita didn't know if she was sad or disappointed.
This was so not the femme that had tore into her hide in a halfway all those decacycles ago, but it wasn't the happy thing that had come to be here either. She didn't know which of the femme she wanted back.
She needed help, but once again it could only happen if Jynx once again came to want it.
Elita is in over her helm with this one.
-Jaycee
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