Title: She's Mine, Too
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters/Pairings: Patrol, Flattop and Pursuit.
Table: A
Prompt: #084 He
Rating: G
Genre: relationships, family
Word Count: 733
Summary: Patrol and Flattop have a few words.
Author Notes: Takes place after Patrol comes to Earth.
Of all the mechs she could have fallen for, she just had to go and fall in love with a flier - an Iaconian, no less. Patrol sighed to himself and shook his head. He knew the bot was a good mech, but it didn't necessarily mean that the blue Intel Officer was good enough for his only creation. Yes, he had saved her life on two occasions, but she needed someone could make her laugh, and all that was for nothing if he couldn't make her happy.
He crossed his arms and watched as the mech transformed and landed gently on the grass, then took the femme into his arms, spinning them around a couple of times as they embraced. Patrol recalled when he used to pick her up and twirl her around till she started to giggle, back when she was younger and slightly smaller. He wondered if she remembered it.
The mech set her down, then leaned and kissed her cheek, receiving a smile in return. It was not new, Patrol mused. He used to do the same for her everyday, just to let her know she was loved. Did that mech do likewise? Did he tell her how much he loved her? Did he prove it to her? Primus help the mech if he was just exploiting her affection for his own selfish desires. One could never tell when it came to fliers.
As the couple walked back, they spotted him, and she broke away from the mech and ran to him. He caught her as she lunged to hug him and held her close, kissing her cheek as he rocked her gently, a part of him wanting to hold her like this and never give her back to that Iaconian.
"How've you been, Dad?" she asked.
He smiled a bit at the use of the Earthen terminology. "Just fine, m'girl, and how are you? Feeling better?"
She nodded. "I heard you helped."
"You're my creation aren't you? Of course I helped. I thought I'd lost you once, it was not going to happen again. Nothing's going to hurt my little."
She smiled at him and nuzzled, as the mech reached them and kept at a respectful distance.
"I'm glad you made it, Patrol," he said.
"So am I," he replied. "I missed her."
"I know the feeling. She's hard to be away from."
She pulled away. "Alright then, the two of you carry on talking about me, I'm going to see if everything's okay with Dad's quarters." Blowing them both a kiss, she hurried into the base.
Patrol turned to the mech. "A word, Flattop."
The mech looked visibly nervous and twitched. Good.
"Of course."
"I don't know if Pursuit has already told you, but I can be a protective old fragger when it comes to her," Patrol said. "She was all I had when my own mate died, and I love her deeply. I was the first mech in her life, and it's hard to let go of that."
"I'm not here to take her away from you, sir, but I love her as well - very much. She means everything to me."
"Forgive my bluntness, but my mate was killed by a flier, and I'll be slagged if I let another flier harm my only daughter. You may not understand now, but when your creations are grown up and some other bot comes into the picture, you'd be hard-pressed to know that you're not the only one they love anymore."
Flattop nodded. "No, I understand. And I want you to know that I am nothing but careful with Pursuit."
"I appreciate you saving her life, Flattop, but if you hurt her, if you make her cry in any way and I hear about it, I'll have your wings."
The mech looked at him. "Patrol, if I ever do anything to wound her spark, I'll hand you the shotgun myself."
Patrol nodded. "Just so we're clear."
"Crystal," Flattop replied.
Well, maybe he wasn't so bad after all, Patrol thought as they headed inside together. Besides, he did trust his creation's judgment, and if she thought this flier was the right one for her, then he was not going to question her choice or stand in her way.
All the same though, maybe he'd give his old shotgun a bit of practice. Never knew when he'd need it.
END.