Speedwriting Prompts 10
Author's Notes: I know it's been a bit longer than usual, but I refuse to get in a schedule (masochist that I am), and I have several other projects to finish, both for writing and RL.
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Communal Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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Title: Consequences
Continuity: G1 (a sequel to Wizard from Chapter 8)
Prompt 3. "Nobody believes me, but I know what I saw."
::Prime, we have a slight situation,:: Prowl called over the comm. ::Please come to the front of the Ark immediately.::
::I'm on my way,:: Optimus commed back, somewhat surprised at the lack of information. Once he arrived though, no explanations were necessary. While several Autobots held watchful weapons at him, Wildrider stood alone at the entrance.
Actually, 'stood' was a bit of an overstatement. The usually rambunctious (to put it politely) mech was barely keeping himself from falling flat on his face. His paint was faded, scuffed, and chipped, his self-repair had obviously not kicked in on several modest injuries, and his optics held the look of the damned that Optimus had last seen in a mech whose beloved bondmate had died.
Carefully setting his weapons to react the moment he required them, the Autobot leader cautiously stepped towards the Decepticon. "Wildrider?" his bass voice rumbled. "What are you doing here?"
Those horribly weary, empty optics turned towards Optimus, and a spark of life lit within them. Slowly, as if in a dream, the smaller mech stumbled to directly in front of the leader, who quickly sent out a ping of ::Wait:: to his men.
A hesitant, trembling hand reached out and reverently touched Optimus' chassis, and suddenly, Wildrider latched around the much larger Autobot in a desperate embrace. While Optimus froze in surprise, Wildrider's voice, muffled by pressing his face into the red chassis, whispered, "You feel nice. You feel like Motormaster. I miss him. I miss them. They're all gone. All gone now. I'm alone."
The Decepticon raised his head; those tortured optics bore straight into Optimus' spark, and he tentatively placed one broad hand on smaller shoulders. "Nobody believes me, but I know what I saw," Wildrider continued, desperation leaking into his voice. "I know what I saw, I know what happened. Nobody believes me, but you have to; someone has to! Why would I lie? I don't have to, because they're all gone now." His face pressed back into Optimus' torso, and with shaking shoulders, he whispered, "They're gone, and they're never coming back."
Softly petting those shoulders, Optimus quickly thought through several plans and ramifications, before settling on the right plan. "Wildrider," he started soothingly, "I am going to take you into the Ark. You can rejoin the Decepticon later, if you…" he broke off at the frantic head-shakes. "Or not. In any case, you can stay with me, or your own quarters that we will give you; wherever you feel comfortable while you heal. Is that alright?"
When Wildrider nodded softly, Optimus carefully reached down and pulled the limp, unresisting mech into his arms. Turning slowly, Optimus Prime glided past all of the surrounding mechs, pinging two old friends as he did so. ::Ratchet? You have a new patient. And Prowl? Please find some empty quarters with proper surveillance for a trauma victim in them.
::The Ark has a new resident.::
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Title: Spaceman Rocks
Continuity: G1
Prompt 6. "Make love not war."
Skyfire watched the human show with bemusement. Apparently, in a dream of one of the characters, the older, married woman proved her dominance and her claim over her (easily distracted) bondmate by bashing him with a club and carrying him away. (Unfortunately for said bondmate, his femme was small, and she had to resort to dragging him away by his hair.) From an earlier comment in the show, Skyfire gathered that that particular mode of courting was the accepted way of gaining or reclaiming one's mate. Hmm, what a fascinating concept the scientist mused. It certainly would be an interesting method of 'wooing' one's mates. It also might be the only thing left available to me, considering just how stubborn the two glitches that I like are. Perhaps I should look into it.
He smiled, unseen by the others in the room. After all, we should make love, not war.
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Several Weeks Later…
Soaring over the battlefield, Skyfire carefully checked all positions and any unusual details. To his delight, every last person was in the proper position for him to attempt his dastardly plot; Skywarp in particular had already retreated due to a nasty case of Jet Judo. As Megatron and Optimus fought valiantly in hand-to-hand combat, the shuttle roared overhead, watching carefully for the right moment. Shortly thereafter, the pair of them scooted far enough away from the rest of their soldiers that Skyfire was able to easily land without disturbing anyone else's fight and strode over to the two of them.
Both leaders glanced at the him in distracted confusion, and Optimus' optics widened when Skyfire calmly retrieved a club from subspace and swung it into Megatron's helm with a crunch.
The great bucket-helm dropped like a sack of bricks.
Optimus stared at the "peaceful" scientist in shock. As he started towards the Prime though, the leader began to speak. "Skyfire, what are you do-"
Wham!
Optimus dropped like a sack of potatoes, landing with a clang on top of Megatron.
"That went better than I had hoped," Skyfire commented to himself, putting away the club. "Ah, well," he continued, noticed the angry mechs running to avenge their respective leaders. "Time to get a move on."
Casually, he flung both bodies over his shoulders and carefully transformed around them, silently thanking his experience in moving objects of all shapes and sizes as he did so.
As the first mechs arrived and Starscream began shouting "Megatron has been kidnapped! I, Starscream, am the new leader of the Decepticons!", Skyfire calmly blasted off through the atmosphere, flying swiftly towards his pre-prepared lair.
Hopefully, if he played this right, not only would this be fun for everybody involved, but he would have size-compatible beaux for the first time in his life.
Oh, and the war would simply have to end, of course.
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Author's Notes 2: Here are this week's details.
3: It turns out that I rather like the Stunticons. Basically, I figure that the Decepticons would be lousy for a grieving youngling, or quite possibly 'brutal' instead of just 'lousy,' so he went to the only other place that he knew of. I feel sorry for poor Wildrider; I'm not usually so mean, and he's taking the brunt of it. Good thing Optimus is now there for him!
6: Mini Disclaimer: Humans should not do what Skyfire just did. He is both an alien and fiction, and therefore, he has a different set of rules and ethics.
The title comes from a game I used to (badly) play called "Caveman Rocks." I have finally found an OTP (one true pairing); it turns out that I love Megatron/Skyfire. That is sad, because I have only found two stories that come anywhere close that pairing, and neither of them are true romances. The episode he was watching was "Gilligan's Island – The Secret of Gilligan's Island." Yes, I absolutely adore that show. And this just occurred to me, but Skyfire was kind of acting like a dragon (Has anyone seen a picture of dragon!Skyfire?), which would make Optimus and Megatron princesses… the horror, the horror…