fic: restart
Title: Do-Over
Author: Rose0mary
Rating: K+
Verse: Generation 1
Content: crackish
Characters: Bluestreak,
Summary: Even Autobots can wake up on the wrong side of the bed
“THAT’S IT!” broke through conversations happeing in the rec, room. Many of the Autobots that were delaying their departure to outside patrols saw Bluestreak swing at an unsuspecting mech, and flattened the red twin.
Before they could reboot their optics, the normally-easy-going Praxian stood up, appearing to loom over mechs larger than himselve, simply by flaring his gray-and-black door-panels.
Silence replaced the normal level of friendly talks, as officers, scientists, and fighters rebooted their optics, trying to make sense of the scene. No change. Sideswipe still lay prone on the ground, one smooth-talking sniper standing over his frame, looking murderous.
Gears chocked.
Front liner Sunstreaker was the first to speak up. “Thanks for that, Blue. Been wanting to do that for a long time.”
“Don’t you mean, needing?” Bluestreak shot back, door-panels still quivering, with surprised emotion.
“Naw,” Sunstreaker drawled, “Taking my twin down a peg is something I can’t do myself.”
Meanwhile, Jazz reported to Optimus Prime. “Permission to take Bluestreak down to the range, sir?”
Optimus Prime nodded, still unable to form words.
Jazz waited until he caught Prowl’s optics - when the senior tactician nodded, both officers carefully approached the still-tense sniper. “Come on, Blue, shooting stuff should help.”
“If I was feeling like myself, yes, but I think - as the humans say - I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“Yikes. Drastic measures then. Boss!” Jazz simply shouted to the matrix-bearer, while Prowl cleared the hallways. “Change-of plans: Blue and I’ll be gone for a while - ignore any rumors you get of unknown seekers.”
“Huh?” Blaster summed up what everyone was feeling. “Wait - what’s going on? Jazz! Prowl! Where are you taking Bluestreak?”
“All questions will be answered - after Blue’s vacation. Be grateful I’m not the one suffering from an emotional breakdown,” Prowl’s parting words were not reassuring in the least.
A/Note:
Shorter version here
Author: Rose0mary
Rating: K+
Verse: Generation 1
Content: crackish
Characters: Bluestreak,
Summary: Even Autobots can wake up on the wrong side of the bed
“THAT’S IT!” broke through conversations happeing in the rec, room. Many of the Autobots that were delaying their departure to outside patrols saw Bluestreak swing at an unsuspecting mech, and flattened the red twin.
Before they could reboot their optics, the normally-easy-going Praxian stood up, appearing to loom over mechs larger than himselve, simply by flaring his gray-and-black door-panels.
Silence replaced the normal level of friendly talks, as officers, scientists, and fighters rebooted their optics, trying to make sense of the scene. No change. Sideswipe still lay prone on the ground, one smooth-talking sniper standing over his frame, looking murderous.
Gears chocked.
Front liner Sunstreaker was the first to speak up. “Thanks for that, Blue. Been wanting to do that for a long time.”
“Don’t you mean, needing?” Bluestreak shot back, door-panels still quivering, with surprised emotion.
“Naw,” Sunstreaker drawled, “Taking my twin down a peg is something I can’t do myself.”
Meanwhile, Jazz reported to Optimus Prime. “Permission to take Bluestreak down to the range, sir?”
Optimus Prime nodded, still unable to form words.
Jazz waited until he caught Prowl’s optics - when the senior tactician nodded, both officers carefully approached the still-tense sniper. “Come on, Blue, shooting stuff should help.”
“If I was feeling like myself, yes, but I think - as the humans say - I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
“Yikes. Drastic measures then. Boss!” Jazz simply shouted to the matrix-bearer, while Prowl cleared the hallways. “Change-of plans: Blue and I’ll be gone for a while - ignore any rumors you get of unknown seekers.”
“Huh?” Blaster summed up what everyone was feeling. “Wait - what’s going on? Jazz! Prowl! Where are you taking Bluestreak?”
“All questions will be answered - after Blue’s vacation. Be grateful I’m not the one suffering from an emotional breakdown,” Prowl’s parting words were not reassuring in the least.
A/Note:
Shorter version here