TF: Consequences
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Springer/Prowl
Summary: Springer wakes up next to Prowl and is amused. Prowl wakes up next to Springer and is horrified.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_speedwriting Saturday 26th February prompt - "Let me guess. I got overcharged, you were overcharged, I ‘faced you, and now you want to kill me, right?"
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 2
Time: 44 minutes
To say that Springer was shocked to be waking up in another mech’s berth would be a lie. Although, waking up in Prowl’s berth was a bit of a shock.
“Prowl?” All he got was a groan in response. He shifted slightly, feeling the weight of Prowl across his chassis. It certainly wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. But that would likely change as soon as Prowl onlined. For now though, he was determined to enjoy it. He reached up, running one finger along the edge of the nearest doorwing. It twitched and Prowl moaned. He repeated the manouever, with a little more pressure, and was pleased to see that the wing twitched back into his hand, as though wanting more of his touch.
“Prowl, if only you could be like this online…” Springer murmured.
“Mmmm?” Springer stiffened briefly as Prowl actually made some attempt at an answer, knowing that whatever fun he was having was about to stop. Very quickly.
Not that that stopped Springer from continuing to stroke Prowl’s doorwings. He rather liked the purring sound the tactician’s engine made.
“Springer?” Prowl’s voice was laced with sleep and static. Though, the latter could be forgiven judging by how much Prowl had been screaming the previous night, Springer thought a little smugly.
“Mornin’ Prowl.” He couldn’t help but be cheery. He’d had a good few overloads the previous night, and some of that lingering charge was still in his systems. Plus, it was Prowl.
“Springer!” Prowl pushed away from the triplechanger, thoroughly shocked. He quickly ran through his memory files from the previous night.
“Did we…? We didn’t…?” He asked, with mounting horror. Springer just smiled lazily up at him.
“Let me guess, I got overcharged, you were overcharged, I ‘faced you…”
“And now you want to kill me?” Springer added. Prowl just groaned.
“This is a bad memory purge. It has to be. I am going to offline my optics and when I online them again, everything will be back to normal.” Prowl murmured to himself. Springer quirked an optic ridge, but didn’t move, watching as Prowl offlined his optics, appeared to count to ten and then onlined them once more.
“Ain’t gonna work Prowl.”
“Frag you Springer.” Prowl snapped.
“You already did that. Several times in fact.” Springer stretched, easing out taut cables and lines. Prowl spluttered.
“Out! Now!” He pointed towards the door.
“If you say so. Though, that’s not what you were saying last night.” Springer grinned.
“I don’t care what I said last night. I was overcharged.”
“Not even if I told you that you said that I…”
“OUT!”