TITLE: Random Intervals, 3
SERIES: Imperfection
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author's Voice of Warning (aka Author's Note):
English is not my first language; it's German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how trustworthy those thingies are...
FEEDBACK: Loved
BETA: okamimyrrhibis
Something really, really brief...
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A shadow moved through the ruins, darkness against darkness, nearly undetectable by the naked optic. But only nearly. One pair was watching, glowing a deep red, biding his time.
The shadow stopped, no muscle cable moving, then went to the left and entered what had been a factory plant before the war had blown half of it away.
The other moved, too. Silent. Like a predator.
He followed the intruder, watched every move, noted with detached interest how the only slightly smaller one made barely a sound. His own feet never so much as crunched a pebble. His scans remained undetected.
And then the intruder was suddenly gone. For a moment his scanners were seeing him, the next he was.. simply gone.
He stopped, surprised.
And then there was a sound.
He turned and a pair of blue optics came at him out of the darkness, lightning fast and so unexpected, he had no time to even raise his gun.
Still, he was hardly defeated. Rolling with the other, he used their momentum to flip him off his own body, then grabbed for an arm.
He caught a wrist.
Blue flared, meeting likewise heated red.
"Sneaky bastard."
He chuckled, low and dangerous. "Nice trick, Autobot. I nearly fell for it."
"You did fall for it," his opponent declared, sounding amused. "If I had used my gun, you'd be venting air through a new hole in your armor."
He chuckled darkly. "Hardly."
"Want to try again?" came the playful reply.
He pulled the other in, met the amused optics. "You want to waste our time playing?"
The playfulness mixed with mischief. "Depends on the game."
That was purr. Clear and simple. And it ran through his processor right down into his spark. They had so little time and they were in danger of discovery, but still…
"Jazz," he said his name.
He felt a thrum from his spark, wanting this so very much. Too much time had passed.
"No more games," the Autobots second-in-command said seriously, his spark pulsing just like his own.
"How long till you're missed?"
"'bout the same as you have," was the reply.
He opened his side of the bond, meeting the already open one of his spark-bonded. They merged in a brief, weak image of the true sharing they hadn't experienced in so long. Barricade knew they both wanted more, needed more, but the chance of discovery was too great. He would never betray Jazz, but his loyalty was to Megatron, too. They were on opposing sides. They didn't have the leisure of sharing completely.
As they parted, blue optics flared with need and Barricade knew he reflected that need.
They would meet again.
Somehow, some time in the future, hiding themselves until then.
"Be careful," Jazz said softly. "Don't get yourself scrapped."
He smiled humorlessly. "Same to you, too, Autobot."
And then Jazz was just a shadow again, sneaking out of the former factory building, disappearing into the gloom of Cybertron dusk. Barricade moved quickly out the other side, then transformed and drove off, keeping his scanners peeled for enemy activity.
His spark ached.
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Told ya it's brief!
And this is on Cybertron, middle of the war, before they crashed on Earth -- just in case someone was wondering...