10_random Prompt 04
Title: Member Lost
Author: no_pen_writer
Claim: Protectobots
10_random prompt: Green
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I was Hasbro I wouldn't need fanfiction for my what if meanderings.
Spoilers/Warnings: Unbeta'd
Author Notes: Hound tries to help find a missing member
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The trail had gone cold hours ago and now they were just going by guesswork and probable calculations. Something that under other circumstances would have had Hound grinning in pride over the fact that Streetwise managed to ‘vanish’ without leaving a trace for a tracker to use against him. However, this wasn’t a training exercise and the longer Hound or Blades couldn’t find him the greater chance of the Decepticons finding him first. An already tense and worrying situation that was made worse when Hound had to watch the agitation and worry of the remaining gestalt take form in the snappish and hurried movements of the helicopter that limped after him as they searched. Hot Spot being two hundred miles away at another skirmish site and First Aid keeping an optic on a leg missing Groove, while helping Ratchet at a point somewhere between their original battlefield and the one Hot Spot was at.
Now though, as it was winding down on both ends of a rare tactical maneuver by the cons they were all scrambling to gather the pieces, and in their case, find a few of their own that had ‘wandered off’. Though that was a loose term as Streetwise had been dodging heavy fire to plant a surprise on one of Megatron’s pet doomsday devices, slipping away from everyone’s sensors as the device went sky high. Standard operating procedures that had been drilled and programmed into every mech that would ever find themselves performing such acts and would have been left for the one missing to loop around and come back on their own.
That was until Hound had found himself being jumped on by an agitated helicopter and a few pings on internal communication from the rest of the group that had him turning around and helping to search for the missing interceptor, because he was apparently injured and the gestalt link was acting up somehow when it came to the police car. An event that had the young ones going into mild panic attacks and the Aerialbots currently somewhere between Russia and Alaska, depending on your rank and comm. frequency clearance that made him really not want to know as it had made Red Alert take on a cross country expedition to meet them halfway to the Ark, meant few knew what to do with the group aside from finding their missing member.
A task he had volunteered for out of goodwill and genuine worry that seemed to grow as the other missing members called in one by one. Except for Streetwise.
Twelve hours after the initial panic they seemed nowhere closer to finding the missing interceptor. Until Blades suddenly jerked and stilled next to him and turned his optics upward; following the path with his own optics Hound found himself staring into the blue eyes of a very battered but grinning Streetwise. The sudden cheer on the public channel telling him what he had already figured out in that everyone waiting for news had just been informed.
Now though, just how were they going to get the kid down from his ledge, and what would it take for him to tell Hound how he got up there in the first place when his left arm was in a bush.
Author: no_pen_writer
Claim: Protectobots
10_random prompt: Green
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: If I was Hasbro I wouldn't need fanfiction for my what if meanderings.
Spoilers/Warnings: Unbeta'd
Author Notes: Hound tries to help find a missing member
===================================================================
The trail had gone cold hours ago and now they were just going by guesswork and probable calculations. Something that under other circumstances would have had Hound grinning in pride over the fact that Streetwise managed to ‘vanish’ without leaving a trace for a tracker to use against him. However, this wasn’t a training exercise and the longer Hound or Blades couldn’t find him the greater chance of the Decepticons finding him first. An already tense and worrying situation that was made worse when Hound had to watch the agitation and worry of the remaining gestalt take form in the snappish and hurried movements of the helicopter that limped after him as they searched. Hot Spot being two hundred miles away at another skirmish site and First Aid keeping an optic on a leg missing Groove, while helping Ratchet at a point somewhere between their original battlefield and the one Hot Spot was at.
Now though, as it was winding down on both ends of a rare tactical maneuver by the cons they were all scrambling to gather the pieces, and in their case, find a few of their own that had ‘wandered off’. Though that was a loose term as Streetwise had been dodging heavy fire to plant a surprise on one of Megatron’s pet doomsday devices, slipping away from everyone’s sensors as the device went sky high. Standard operating procedures that had been drilled and programmed into every mech that would ever find themselves performing such acts and would have been left for the one missing to loop around and come back on their own.
That was until Hound had found himself being jumped on by an agitated helicopter and a few pings on internal communication from the rest of the group that had him turning around and helping to search for the missing interceptor, because he was apparently injured and the gestalt link was acting up somehow when it came to the police car. An event that had the young ones going into mild panic attacks and the Aerialbots currently somewhere between Russia and Alaska, depending on your rank and comm. frequency clearance that made him really not want to know as it had made Red Alert take on a cross country expedition to meet them halfway to the Ark, meant few knew what to do with the group aside from finding their missing member.
A task he had volunteered for out of goodwill and genuine worry that seemed to grow as the other missing members called in one by one. Except for Streetwise.
Twelve hours after the initial panic they seemed nowhere closer to finding the missing interceptor. Until Blades suddenly jerked and stilled next to him and turned his optics upward; following the path with his own optics Hound found himself staring into the blue eyes of a very battered but grinning Streetwise. The sudden cheer on the public channel telling him what he had already figured out in that everyone waiting for news had just been informed.
Now though, just how were they going to get the kid down from his ledge, and what would it take for him to tell Hound how he got up there in the first place when his left arm was in a bush.