Title: „To Perceive and to See – Part 2"
Status: Three-Shot, Complete
Fandom: Transformers, G1
Characters/Pairing: Perceptor/OC; Bumblebee, ensemble
Word Count: 594
Disclaimer: I would love to own Transformers, but that honor belongs to Hasbro and some others.
Rating: T
Beta: The great snare-chan!
Summary: Who is that stranger and what is he doing to Perceptor? Or should Bee say – doing with him?
Warning/Genre/AN: hinted at slash, OC chara; fluff, H/C; Please R& R ^v^ Constructive criticism, suggestions, comments, – all that is most welcome!
To Perceive and to See - Part 2
Bumblebee stood and stared.
It was not often that Unit 4 came down from the moon base and brought someone from Cybertron with it. This particular new arrival he had never seen before.
Of course, that alone would normally have been reason for a friendly greeting... But the flaming red, bulky frontliner with armor plates as thick as their resident weapons specialist's... Well, he loomed over Perceptor in a possibly threatening way.
Bee just had to wonder why the introverted scientist was not quaking in his pedes right then and there.
That the newcomer pulled something from subspace and shoved it right under Perceptor's olfactory sensor did nothing to reassure the watchful minibot.
Whatever it was sparked like a rainbow in the rec-room's artificial light and – Wait! Was that item a... rock? Bumblebee's faceplate did an impressive job to convey the question mark his processor came up with at the sight – he would know because he could feel the stretch and pull.
Carefully, he edged closer, taking his energon cube with him. It was easy to pretend that he only wanted to watch Prowl pounding Jazz into the ground – on the 3D chess board. Of course, with the change of position, Bumblebee noted the twins and Bluestreak doing the same thing.
Group eavesdropping. He had the vague notion that he should feel ashamed.
"Thank you, Firecracker," he heard Perceptor saying, as the mech took the baseball sized piece of ragged-edged rock with both servos. He turned it around, studying it intently with that typical look that Bee had dubbed 'single-minded-scientist' - mode. When it was turned on you, you felt like a bug under a microscope – it had the dissecting qualities of a scalpel. That wasn't nice when your designation was Bumblebee.
Taking a sip of energon and deciding to take his self-appointed guard duty more seriously, Bee duly noted that the stranger's designation was Firecracker. That sounded as if the mech had a thing for big, booming cannons – he ought to hit it off with Ironhide.
"It is a rare form of crystallized and stable energon. These golden specks indicate that it formed near Cybertron's core, approxi-"
"Perceptor," interrupted Firecracker. Against Bee's expectations, his tone was decidedly not gruff or a deep bass, but rather a cultivated baritone which clashed with his frame design and function like Pit.
Hearing it, Bluestreak's doorwings pulled up in surprise. Not really subtle, but the conversing mechs by the energon converter seemed too stuck in their bubble of obliviousness to notice.
Perceptor hesitated for a moment, studying both the frontliner and the crystal like one would a puzzle. The confusion drained away, though, and Bumblebee noted the curious softening around the scientist's optics.
"Oh! It is... beautiful to look at. Thank you."
O-K-A-Y: Did the mech blush just now? And was that a shy smile?
Firecracker looked down on Perceptor with a quiet chuckle full of fond exasperation. To Bee, he seemed long-suffering.
"We really have to work on that. Took you a whole breem longer to notice than last time."
And then, without preamble, the bulky red-plated Autobot leaned down to kiss Perceptor in front of the whole buzzing rec-room!
In that moment, Jazz toppled his own king with a touch, conceding defeat to Prowl – and Bluestreak spewed his mouthful of energon straight into Sunstreaker's faceplate as their introverted scientist moaned softly and pulled Firecracker closer.
It all went downhill from there.
And when Bumblebee finally had a chance to look again, both soldier and scientist had merrily sneaked away from the commotion.
End