Speedwriting Prompt Fills 11
Author's Notes: I would like to point out that one of the prompts this week is 'Asexuality.' I actually had a plot bunny for that, but I had previously chickened out of writing it. In any case, I did my best, and I think it turned out well.
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Communal Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
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Title: Stranded and Alone
Continuity: Bayverse (with a liberal dose of G1 for taste)
Prompt #2 - Scenario - no sound, over a large space of time
Alone.
Alone, alone, everyone else gone.
Can't talk, tried, can't. Don't bother to call. Haven't tried for so long.
Where is everyone? Want someone. Want to hear someone, somehow. So cold, so alone, so long. Want… someone. Anyone.
Where to go? Got energon, don't got anything else. Can't talk. No sound. Scared.
It's been so long… I… just want to talk… To be heard…. To hear…
Why am I alone?
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Been so long, so long, so 'lone, so quiet, so long, so…
What's that?
He scampered as quickly as he could toward the disturbance in the distance, activating his long-neglected communications equipment. ::Is someone there? Please, answer me!::
To his utter joy, someone answers. ::Yes, I am here. Who are you? Are you alright?::
Moving as quickly as he possibly can, he zooms closer. ::Not alright. It's so quiet, so alone. Want someone! Please, stay? Can't be alone again, can't, can't can't…::
::Hey,:: the voice breaks in on his scrambled dialogue. ::Calm down; I'm not going to leave you. I think I can see you, so you're almost here. Just let me transform, and I'll be ready to meet you.::
As the voice kept a soothing stream of sound flowing over the comm., he finally reached it. In a clearing, there stood one of the biggest mechs that he had ever seen in his life.
But it was a mech.
In one movement, he had transformed, thrown himself forward, and flung his limbs so tightly around the newcomer that alerts pinged through his processors.
Large, steady hands reached out and softly began stroking him. "Hello, there. My name is Beamer; what is yours?" After waiting for an answer, the mech seemed to shrug and continue on. "Well, we can figure that out later. Hmm, I'm a shuttle. The reason I landed on this miserable wasteland of a planet is because it was on my way, and I picked up a distress signal originating from here. It was an odd signal; I was barely able to pick it up, but I'm glad I did.
"I'm heading for a Class-M planet around a single star. Optimus Prime sent out a message, inviting all of the Autobots to come there. I don't entirely know why, but if he's there, it must have something going for it."
::Bluestreak.::
Beamer paused in his rambling. "Bluestreak? Is that your name?
::Yes. Thank you so much for finding me. I appreciate it so much. Will you take me with you? I want to see Optimus again, and I don't want to be alone, and will you, please?::
"Of course I will, Bluestreak. Is there a reason that you continue to use the comm.?"
Bluestreak wriggled against the warm chassis, feeling safe and content for the first time in far too long. ::Yes. My vocalizer is broken. I don't know if there is a way to fix it. When do we leave? I hate this place. And I hate the quiet.::
Beamer laughed, the sound rumbling pleasantly through Bluestreak's frame. "Well, you're in luck! I'm ready to leave, and I like to talk." He set the smaller mech down, trailing comforting digits over drooping doorwings as he did so. "Ready to go?"
::Yes.:: Bluestreak stared in shock at the friendly red optics, and at the faded Decepticon sigil on Beamer's torso. ::You're a Decepticon. Why do you want to go to Optimus?::
As he transformed, Beamer explained, ::Yes, I am. However, I'm not going to the Prime; I'm going to the planet that he's on. The Prime has good instincts and good medics. I can keep myself occupied and not causing trouble, and if something does happen, others of my species will be there. Also, I will hopefully be able to steady some others of my faction.:: The shuttle's entrance ramp dropped in front of the small doorwinger. ::Ready to go, Bluestreak?::
::Absolutely.:: Without a second glance, Bluestreak trotted up the ramp, more than ready to leave this Pit behind.
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Title: Enough
Continuity: G1
Prompt #4 – Asexuality
For the love of Primus, enough is enough!
Megatron stared at his relatively new Air Commander in total exasperation.
It had started out innocently enough; Starscream had been flirting with him. Nothing that could be qualified as scandalous and nothing truly bothersome, just wing flicks here, playful looks there, and just enough swing in his hips to draw attention to long legs and that beautiful aft. All in all, nothing that the leader cared to stop.
Then it escalated.
While Megatron couldn't prove anything, he believed that not only had Starscream decided to up the ante, but his trine mates (or any resident pranksters) had chosen to involve themselves. Cue Megatron and Starscream being left alone as often as possible, energon candies being left at his spot at the conference table, admiring comments about Starscream everywhere, and most recently, racy notes being left attached to his door, his chair, the energon dispenser, his spot at the conference table, and his communications officer. (Needless to say, Soundwave had not been pleased; they had required Hook's assistance in prying the slagging thing off. To add insult to injury, the espionage officer had no idea which individual managed the deed, nor how.) By now, Megatron was thoroughly tired of the whole mess, and it had all just culminated to this moment.
"Starscream, how did you get inside my quarters?"
The seeker lounging on his berth turned lazily and stretched.
"Why, my lord, I came through the door."
"Starscream," Megatron continued impatiently, watching the attractive form wiggle into a more comfortable position, "that door has a triple-encrypted lock that requires three totally different passwords and someone of at least my mass standing in front of the door. How did you get in here, and why?"
"Yes, you really should get a more difficult password. As for the mass problem, I simply had Thundercracker walk me to the door. You are lucky," Starscream purred rising to his pedes and stalking gracefully closer. "He usually threatens my potential partners with castration if they hurt me; I believe that he's willing to trust you for now."
As the amorous seeker reached his prey, Megatron's arms shot out and grabbed him. "Starscream, I am flattered. You are beautiful, strong, and intelligent. Perhaps too intelligent," he added wryly, thinking nostalgically of that particular door-lock. "However, while it is absolutely no insult against you, I am not interested in the slightest."
"Wh-what?!" Starscream gaped at his leader, shock causing him to lose his footing and tumble against the larger frame.
"You heard me correctly." Matter-of-factly shuffling seeker into a more comfortable hold, he continued, "I have never been interested in anyone in that way, and I don't know why. I have experimented, and while I enjoy holding and being close to people, I simply do not enjoy myself. I can certainly appreciate a fine form, but I have no desire in taking you up on your offer."
The seeker pressed against him still radiated shock, but curiosity was quickly swimming to the forefront. "You're serious?" Starscream flexed his energy field against Megatron's in a way that undoubtedly felt pleasant, but otherwise did not affect the larger mech. Slipping out of the entrapping hold, he gazed at Megatron curiously. "Huh. You are serious. I've never had anyone be able to resist that trick."
"Well," he continued, a smile growing on his face, "I suppose it will be nice having another mech who is guaranteed not to drool over me. Tell me, my lord," he started, throwing one of those playful looks at the other, "I don't suppose you would care for a cuddle-buddy during your recharge tonight? I promise no seductive touches."
Megatron simply stared at the seeker, before throwing his head back and roaring with laughter. "You are absolutely incorrigible, aren't you? Yes, Starscream, you may stay." Reclaiming his berth, the Decepticon leader stretched out and pulled the seeker down next to him. "Good recharge, Starscream."
"You as well, Megatron." Silence reigned. "Oh, and my lord? I will talk to everyone tomorrow about not bothering you anymore. No matter how much fun it was to see Soundwave with a datapad glued to his back."
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Title: Target Practice
Continuity: G1
Prompt #5 - "The easiest decision I ever made"
"What's the easiest decision that I ever made?" Dead End considered for a moment. "Probably that time when my emotion centers were scrambled from an injury. Wildrider was driving me crazy, so I grabbed the nearest object and started beating him with it. Didn't even have to think about it."
"Of course," he continued languidly, "the best part of that day was finding out that Vortex had been watching. Turns out that I grabbed one of his electro-whips; luckily for Wildrider, I didn't know to turn it on. Anyway, Vortex has been giving me lessons ever since." He finished the rest of his energon. "The lessons are going surprisingly well. I can usually hit what he tells me to. Unfortunately, I usually hit my teacher as well."
"In my defense," he finished dryly, rising to his feet to leave, "I probably wouldn't hit him so often if he didn't stand right behind the target."
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Author's Notes 2: Here are the notes for this week:
#2: And that, ladies and gents, is probably what my mental state would be in his circumstances. Poor, Bluestreak. Beamer is one of my few, thought-out OCs. I quite like him; shuttles just seem to be an amiable breed to me. And yes, I totally stole 'Class M planet' from Star Trek.
#4: As I said, this plot bunny has been in my head for months, but I never had the guts to write and post it. While this short is a little more risqué than I normally write, it's no worse than the first couple seasons of MASH.
In my head canon, while Megatron has his moments and a nasty temper, for the most part he's on the calmer, steadier side. Therefore, he is not out of character in this, and Starscream isn't dead. Personally, I find this an interesting contrast to the usual ways Megatron and Starscream's relationship is portrayed.
#5: Yet another plunny that's been hopping through my head for a while. I hope that I portrayed Dead End right.