Letters - C
Title: Letters - C
Pairing: Wheeljack/Bluestreak
Characters: Wheeljack, Bluestreak
Rating: PG
'Verse: G1, with a little '07movie-verse
Warnings: Slight slash, nothing else really
Summary: 5 short stories per letter. Letter 'C' -- Wheeljack&Bluestreak
3 ficlets about Wheeljack&Bluestreak
Courage
'Energon?'
It took a lot of prodding from his best friend, but Wheeljack managed to pluck up the courage to ask Bluestreak out one night for energon. He had to admit that it was the best advice he ever took in his entire life.
Now, Wheeljack was simply grateful that he still had Bluestreak. The latest battle was surprisingly intense, and at one point, the engineer was stuck huddling behind a piece of scrap for cover, as some 'Cons took pot shots at him.
Bluestreak had, in turn, taken pot shots at them from his vantage point, giving away his position and leading to the sniper's current stint in Ratchet's medbay. It also explained why a white mech with depressed blue head-fins was pacing up and down the corridor outside said medbay (Ratchet threw him out after he proved to be too distracted to be of any help with repairs).
His head snapped up after receiving a short ping from the injured mech.
.:Don't worry about me, 'Jack; this is nothing compared to that one time where you managed to blow up that entire bottle of argon, which was really amazing and awesome since argon is an inert gas and it's not supposed to be reactive at all. Uh oh, got to go, Ratchet's coming with a wrench and I'm sure he wants me back in recharge soon. Love you! :.
Wheeljack, head-fins flashing a cheerful red, started to head back to his quarters. It seemed his favourite sniper was really going to be alright after all, and Wheeljack was glad he was brave enough to ask that one little question.
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Cuddly
Wheeljack was ready to bet that most mechs, with the exception of Jazz, didn't know that Datsuns would melt into a giant puddle of goo when their door wings were stroked during recharge. Neither did they know that if done right, the mech would end up snuggling right up to their berth-mate in the most comfortable of ways.
Wheeljack's optics gleamed as he eyed the recharging mech next to him.
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Contagious
Wheeljack's enthusiasm for inventing new devices was rather catching, almost like the flu, and pretty soon it had its latest 'victim', Bluestreak, rattling off the pros of the newly installed shower heads in the wash racks to any and every mech that would stop to listen to him, and those who didn't too.
Of course, no one had the heart to point out to the grey mech that the 'brilliant device' was spewing out waste oil instead, although Sunstreaker's howls of rage ('It's slagging my paint job!') echoing through the Ark were a dead giveaway that something went wrong with Wheeljack's latest invention.
( Letters - D )
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A - Twins/Ratchet - Done!
B - Ratchet/Wheeljack - Done!
C - Wheeljack/Bluestreak - Done!
D - Bluestreak/Prowl - Up next :)
Pairing: Wheeljack/Bluestreak
Characters: Wheeljack, Bluestreak
Rating: PG
'Verse: G1, with a little '07movie-verse
Warnings: Slight slash, nothing else really
Summary: 5 short stories per letter. Letter 'C' -- Wheeljack&Bluestreak
3 ficlets about Wheeljack&Bluestreak
Courage
'Energon?'
It took a lot of prodding from his best friend, but Wheeljack managed to pluck up the courage to ask Bluestreak out one night for energon. He had to admit that it was the best advice he ever took in his entire life.
Now, Wheeljack was simply grateful that he still had Bluestreak. The latest battle was surprisingly intense, and at one point, the engineer was stuck huddling behind a piece of scrap for cover, as some 'Cons took pot shots at him.
Bluestreak had, in turn, taken pot shots at them from his vantage point, giving away his position and leading to the sniper's current stint in Ratchet's medbay. It also explained why a white mech with depressed blue head-fins was pacing up and down the corridor outside said medbay (Ratchet threw him out after he proved to be too distracted to be of any help with repairs).
His head snapped up after receiving a short ping from the injured mech.
.:Don't worry about me, 'Jack; this is nothing compared to that one time where you managed to blow up that entire bottle of argon, which was really amazing and awesome since argon is an inert gas and it's not supposed to be reactive at all. Uh oh, got to go, Ratchet's coming with a wrench and I'm sure he wants me back in recharge soon. Love you! :.
Wheeljack, head-fins flashing a cheerful red, started to head back to his quarters. It seemed his favourite sniper was really going to be alright after all, and Wheeljack was glad he was brave enough to ask that one little question.
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Cuddly
Wheeljack was ready to bet that most mechs, with the exception of Jazz, didn't know that Datsuns would melt into a giant puddle of goo when their door wings were stroked during recharge. Neither did they know that if done right, the mech would end up snuggling right up to their berth-mate in the most comfortable of ways.
Wheeljack's optics gleamed as he eyed the recharging mech next to him.
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Contagious
Wheeljack's enthusiasm for inventing new devices was rather catching, almost like the flu, and pretty soon it had its latest 'victim', Bluestreak, rattling off the pros of the newly installed shower heads in the wash racks to any and every mech that would stop to listen to him, and those who didn't too.
Of course, no one had the heart to point out to the grey mech that the 'brilliant device' was spewing out waste oil instead, although Sunstreaker's howls of rage ('It's slagging my paint job!') echoing through the Ark were a dead giveaway that something went wrong with Wheeljack's latest invention.
( Letters - D )
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A - Twins/Ratchet - Done!
B - Ratchet/Wheeljack - Done!
C - Wheeljack/Bluestreak - Done!
D - Bluestreak/Prowl - Up next :)