The Morning After
By Metal Gear Prime
Summary: A night of heavy drinking leads to a slightly awkward morning after for Airrazor and Blackarrachnia…
Couples: Airazor/Blackarachnia with a healthy dose of Megatron/Inferno (as inspired by Albedo ^_^)
Timeline: Near the end of Season 1.
Author's note: I'd like to think I'm the first person to pair up Airrazor and Blackarrachnia, but I won't because I just know that someone is bound to give me the address of a website packed to the rafters with just that sort of material (not that such information wouldn't be welcome mind you ^_^) Instead, I would like to think that the Beast Warriors wearing helmets are hiding some hair underneath them (a view nurtured by Blackarachnia's long, flowing locks in Beast Machines) And so, after that tidbit of essential information, on to the fic!
Chapter 1: Gotta lay off the vodka…
The first thing Airazor noticed that bright Tuesday morning was how dark it was. An almost endless shroud of darkness, an unholy black hole of incredible magnitude covering her from the light.
Then she realized that she merely had her optics closed.
As she attempted to open them, (a simple task made unbelievably difficult by the fact that her lids had suddenly seemed to be nine times heavier than normal), she found that a gap existed in her memory. For some reason, she couldn't remember what had happened last night.
Alarmed, her optics flung open. She knew what this memory block was. It was the fabled 'morning amnesia', a condition that afflicted all sentient species and possibly a few non-sentient ones as well. Airazor had woken up with this condition quite a few times before; it would always give her a few seconds of happy ignorance before assaulting her with whatever mishap had befallen her the previous night.
Well, not this time she decided. This time she would get today's horrible aftermath over with right now. With this in mind she sat up in the recharge bed and jumped slightly as her white hair tumbled over her eyes. As a rule, Airazor would almost immediately forget to remove her helmet every night, resulting in a pounding headache the next morning. Today, the helmet headache was gone and replaced by a delightfully horrific hangover.
Hangover. So, she had been drinking then. Heavily, judging by the jackhammer contest taking place in her skull right now.
As she put a hand to her head, a glance downwards revealed a much more worrying problem.
She was naked.
Buck naked.
As she gazed around the room for her armor Airazor noticed something that magnified her naked problem to an 'oh slag' level.
This wasn't her room.
Worse, the Predacon symbol above the door meant that this wasn't even her base.
Emitting a slight yelp, Airazor drew the covers up as her mind feverishly ran through a number of options to escape the Darkside. Suddenly, a previously unnoticed bundle lying next to her began to move, which immediately brought the entire of last night into sharp focus for the falcon. Her optics bulged comically as she remembered exactly what happened last night.
"Oh slag", she breathed as her denial circuitry went into overdrive. "Oh slag, that did not happen. Please Primus let that not have happened."
On cue, the bundle next to her sleepily poked its head out from underneath the covers. A gold femmebot head, minus her helmet and sleepily regarding Airrazor with her green optics through a curtain of long black hair. Sleepy green optics swiftly became alarmed green optics as Blackarachnia fully woke up. As she sat up in bed Airrazor couldn't help but notice that the spider was in a similar state of undress.
A long, exquisite silence passed.
A silence broken by Airazor, who said the only coherent thing that would come to mind.
"Um…good morning?"
To be continued…