Daily Nanoo
Although it's technically a new day, I still made my word goal for today. Yay. Hee, had to go back and make sure of that. Of course, I'm still a thousand words behind where I probably should be. The nano site is down so I couldn't check. Today was nearly a bust as I didn't seriously start writing until 9 or 9:30. Have I mentioned that I get d-
dragon!
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Word Count
3832
I'm really disappointed with myself that I didn't even finish the chapter yet. grr. Well, here's the beginning of it.
Title Rhythm & Hues: Interlude
Characters Rhythm, Hues, Ratchet, First Aid, Sparkplug
Warnings (I actually have a real warning this time!) Implied Incest (it's only discussed in this part).
Rhythm & Hues: Interlude I
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Rhythm worked alongside First Aid, purple optics attentively watching him point out each item and what its use was. The junior medic was well aware of the fact the twin’s attention was not really on him. Her attention was on the small area closed off with a curtain. Her doorwings twitched like the antennae of an earth insect, as though that would give her the capability of sensing the CMO’s movements. Sensor sweeps pinged off First Aid’s systems.
Normally Ratchet would dismiss one twin while he scanned the other. Today, however, was a special day. This would complete the final scan for the twins. Ratchet analyzed the results as he went, which was why it had taken so long.
Sparkplug walked in, carrying a white McDonald’s bag and an insulated cup. He sat down at one of the tables set up special for the humans. Rhythm grinned at the human, calling a greeting in her singsong voice. Sparkplug replied gruffly. The two transformers tittered softly at the similarity between Sparkplug before his coffee and Ratchet before his energon.
The human took a few sips form his coffee cup, his breakfast biscuit already gulped down. He pulled out the small bag of hash rounds, munching on them one at a time. He watched Rhythm and First Aid quietly for a few moments.
“Aren’t you usually in the shooting range in the mornings?”
Rhythm glanced at Sparkplug, and her doorwings dipped in embarrassment. “I’d much rather be here doing inventory than out there shooting someone’s foot off again.”
First Aid crackled with laughter, earning a glare from the femme.
“And Ratchet had Prowl rearrange our schedules a little so he could talk to us.”
The curtain scraped to the side, drawing three sets of eyes to the red-orange dancer that bounced out. She grinned at the two Autobots, her smile fading slightly when her optics settled on Sparkplug. She was quick to perk back up, though her steps took on a hesitant mince as she skipped over to a gurney and sat down.
First Aid toned down his sensors a few degrees as their communication buzzed over through his systems.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” Sparkplug commented, his brown eyes dancing with amusement. He seemed to take some odd kind of joy in Hues’ discomfort around him. He compared it to human females and small rodents.
“Please, the grump is Rhythm. Don’t let appearances deceive you,” Hues replied, settling back on her hands and watching her sister.
Rhythm turned to glare at the other dancer, her doorwings rising. “Grump? I think you have me confused with-Hi Ratchet!”
The white mech paused to slide a suspicious glare at his newest helper. He held a datapad in his hand and his azure optics slid back down to study it. He nodded at the human still seated at the table. “Rhythm, you’d be welcome to go on permanent as a patrol unit.”
The dancer squeaked and busied herself in fiddling in the cupboard.
The CMO smirked. “Well, you two have been waiting for this, I’m sure,” he instantly had two attentive, purple optics on him. “Now, I still have to pass it through Prime,” frowns met that statement, “but you’re clean.”
The twins waggled their doorwings, hydraulics humming with happiness. “Not that there was any doubt,” Hues announced.
Ratchet shook his head.
Rhythm tilted her head. “How long do you think it’ll take before Prime gives the go ahead?”
The medic slid a glower at his nurse-in-training. “I’m sure you’ll have it before nightfall.”
First Aid chuckled. “You sound like you already have someone lined up.”
Sparkplug seemed to twitch where he was sitting.
Hues jumped to her feet. “Well, Jazz has that new body. We need to get to know him again.”
A choking sound came from the human mechanic.
Rhythm ignored the human’s reaction and sashayed up to Ratchet, hands clasped behind her back. She brushed a doorwing against the CMO’s shoulder, a vibrating purr humming from her engine. “Unless, of course, you’d like some proper thanks for all your effort.”
Ratchet’s frown deepened. “No.”
First Aid wasn’t really that surprised, even though he could tell Rhythm was by the hiccup of her engine.
“Maybe some other time?” she tried again.
“Not likely,” he retorted. He turned and marched into his office, the door sliding shut with a pneumatic hiss.
The sound of Sparkplug’s spluttering drew the three remaining pairs of optics to the human.
“Jazz?”
First Aid tilted his head, running a scan over the human, wondering if something was the matter with him. “Jazz?” he repeated.
“Jazz?” Shocked brown eyes stared at the red-orange dancer.
“Yes?” Hues ventured.
“Isn’t he your dad- your creator?”
The three transformers exchanged a confused look.
“Yes?” Rhythm replied uncertainly.
“But you… you want to do- do- that with…”
“Humans are so weird,” Hues sent over a tight line.
First Aid choked back a chuckle. Somehow he didn’t think the human would appreciate it.
“Yes,” Hues said aloud, impatience coloring her voice. With the scans done, both twins needed to report to other assignments. Tomorrow Ratchet would start upgrading them with armor and weapons (and targeting systems that they needed so badly).
“But he’s your father!” Sparkplug finally spat out after more sputtering.
First Aid finally made the connection. He quickly communicated with the twins so they would understand.
Purple optics blinked down at the human. “You mean humans don’t-“
Sparkplug covered his ears. “Gah! Don’t even talk like that!”
The twins frowned and Rhythm spoke up. “But how can you make sure Spike’s functioning properly.”
Blood rushed to Sparkplug’s cheeks. “Not like that! No! I don’t want to know anymore.” He stood. “I’m going to see what Wheeljack’s working on!” He turned and left three very amused Autobots.
“Humans are so weird,” Rhythm said, echoing her sister’s earlier sentiment.
dragon!
^^;;
Word Count
3832
I'm really disappointed with myself that I didn't even finish the chapter yet. grr. Well, here's the beginning of it.
Title Rhythm & Hues: Interlude
Characters Rhythm, Hues, Ratchet, First Aid, Sparkplug
Warnings (I actually have a real warning this time!) Implied Incest (it's only discussed in this part).
Rhythm & Hues: Interlude I
Play
Rhythm worked alongside First Aid, purple optics attentively watching him point out each item and what its use was. The junior medic was well aware of the fact the twin’s attention was not really on him. Her attention was on the small area closed off with a curtain. Her doorwings twitched like the antennae of an earth insect, as though that would give her the capability of sensing the CMO’s movements. Sensor sweeps pinged off First Aid’s systems.
Normally Ratchet would dismiss one twin while he scanned the other. Today, however, was a special day. This would complete the final scan for the twins. Ratchet analyzed the results as he went, which was why it had taken so long.
Sparkplug walked in, carrying a white McDonald’s bag and an insulated cup. He sat down at one of the tables set up special for the humans. Rhythm grinned at the human, calling a greeting in her singsong voice. Sparkplug replied gruffly. The two transformers tittered softly at the similarity between Sparkplug before his coffee and Ratchet before his energon.
The human took a few sips form his coffee cup, his breakfast biscuit already gulped down. He pulled out the small bag of hash rounds, munching on them one at a time. He watched Rhythm and First Aid quietly for a few moments.
“Aren’t you usually in the shooting range in the mornings?”
Rhythm glanced at Sparkplug, and her doorwings dipped in embarrassment. “I’d much rather be here doing inventory than out there shooting someone’s foot off again.”
First Aid crackled with laughter, earning a glare from the femme.
“And Ratchet had Prowl rearrange our schedules a little so he could talk to us.”
The curtain scraped to the side, drawing three sets of eyes to the red-orange dancer that bounced out. She grinned at the two Autobots, her smile fading slightly when her optics settled on Sparkplug. She was quick to perk back up, though her steps took on a hesitant mince as she skipped over to a gurney and sat down.
First Aid toned down his sensors a few degrees as their communication buzzed over through his systems.
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” Sparkplug commented, his brown eyes dancing with amusement. He seemed to take some odd kind of joy in Hues’ discomfort around him. He compared it to human females and small rodents.
“Please, the grump is Rhythm. Don’t let appearances deceive you,” Hues replied, settling back on her hands and watching her sister.
Rhythm turned to glare at the other dancer, her doorwings rising. “Grump? I think you have me confused with-Hi Ratchet!”
The white mech paused to slide a suspicious glare at his newest helper. He held a datapad in his hand and his azure optics slid back down to study it. He nodded at the human still seated at the table. “Rhythm, you’d be welcome to go on permanent as a patrol unit.”
The dancer squeaked and busied herself in fiddling in the cupboard.
The CMO smirked. “Well, you two have been waiting for this, I’m sure,” he instantly had two attentive, purple optics on him. “Now, I still have to pass it through Prime,” frowns met that statement, “but you’re clean.”
The twins waggled their doorwings, hydraulics humming with happiness. “Not that there was any doubt,” Hues announced.
Ratchet shook his head.
Rhythm tilted her head. “How long do you think it’ll take before Prime gives the go ahead?”
The medic slid a glower at his nurse-in-training. “I’m sure you’ll have it before nightfall.”
First Aid chuckled. “You sound like you already have someone lined up.”
Sparkplug seemed to twitch where he was sitting.
Hues jumped to her feet. “Well, Jazz has that new body. We need to get to know him again.”
A choking sound came from the human mechanic.
Rhythm ignored the human’s reaction and sashayed up to Ratchet, hands clasped behind her back. She brushed a doorwing against the CMO’s shoulder, a vibrating purr humming from her engine. “Unless, of course, you’d like some proper thanks for all your effort.”
Ratchet’s frown deepened. “No.”
First Aid wasn’t really that surprised, even though he could tell Rhythm was by the hiccup of her engine.
“Maybe some other time?” she tried again.
“Not likely,” he retorted. He turned and marched into his office, the door sliding shut with a pneumatic hiss.
The sound of Sparkplug’s spluttering drew the three remaining pairs of optics to the human.
“Jazz?”
First Aid tilted his head, running a scan over the human, wondering if something was the matter with him. “Jazz?” he repeated.
“Jazz?” Shocked brown eyes stared at the red-orange dancer.
“Yes?” Hues ventured.
“Isn’t he your dad- your creator?”
The three transformers exchanged a confused look.
“Yes?” Rhythm replied uncertainly.
“But you… you want to do- do- that with…”
“Humans are so weird,” Hues sent over a tight line.
First Aid choked back a chuckle. Somehow he didn’t think the human would appreciate it.
“Yes,” Hues said aloud, impatience coloring her voice. With the scans done, both twins needed to report to other assignments. Tomorrow Ratchet would start upgrading them with armor and weapons (and targeting systems that they needed so badly).
“But he’s your father!” Sparkplug finally spat out after more sputtering.
First Aid finally made the connection. He quickly communicated with the twins so they would understand.
Purple optics blinked down at the human. “You mean humans don’t-“
Sparkplug covered his ears. “Gah! Don’t even talk like that!”
The twins frowned and Rhythm spoke up. “But how can you make sure Spike’s functioning properly.”
Blood rushed to Sparkplug’s cheeks. “Not like that! No! I don’t want to know anymore.” He stood. “I’m going to see what Wheeljack’s working on!” He turned and left three very amused Autobots.
“Humans are so weird,” Rhythm said, echoing her sister’s earlier sentiment.