TF(OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: The mechs on the Ark get a chance to relax and enjoy themselves.
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 28s Meme - find the claim page here! This is Drinking Energon, as chosen by lady_katana4544.
“All right mechs… and femme.” Jazz added, grinning at Tracer. “Your task, should ya choose ta accept it, is ta drink all this energon, get overcharged and have a good time.”
“We don’t have a choice.” Someone called out. Jazz just grinned.
“Look, even Red’s here…” He waved at the security director who shifted a little uncomfortably under the attention. “The Ark’s defended by the automated systems, and this is gonna be the first time we’ve all really managed ta get together. So we’re gonna party!”
“All right!” Sideswipe whooped and reached out for a cube.
“Sideswipe…”Optimus’ voice stopped the red mech in his tracks, and Tracer couldn’t hold back the giggle.
“Of course, first cube to Prime…” Sideswipe smiled disarmingly at Optimus, continuing his reach and passing the cube he grabbed to Optimus.
“Thank you.” Prime’s tone showed his amusement. Retracting his mask, he took a small sip, savoring the taste. “Wheeljack, you’ve excelled with this batch.”
Prime’s approval seemed to be what Sideswipe was waiting for, and he rapidly started handing out cubes. Wheeljack’s headfins were flashing happily with pride. Quickly, everyone found themselves with their first cube and the party really started.
Halfway through the party, Tracer found herself sitting at a table with Prime, Trailbreaker, Prowl and Jazz. Most mechs were up on the dance floor, gyrating in ways she didn’t think were possible to the music Blaster was playing. At least, Jazz assured her it was music; to her audios, it just sounded like noise.
Prime sighed and relaxed back into his chair.
“This is pleasant.”
“Getting overcharged?” Tracer couldn’t help but ask. Beside her, Trailbreaker was facedown on the table, having had one cube of high-grade too many. She didn’t even want to think how she was going to get him back to their quarters. Prowl and Jazz had long since disappeared. Tracer remembered Jazz dragging Prowl to the dance floor, but they never returned to the table.
“Yes.” Prime shot a rueful look at Trailbreaker. “But I meant more being able to do things like this.” He waved a hand around to indicate the party. “To relax.”
“Yeah…” Tracer shifted a little, snagging the last of Trailbreaker’s cube instead of getting up to get some more. “Though I have to admit, it’s strange actually being able to do things like this.”
“Strange?”
“Yeah, it’s not like we ever had the energon to spare to create high grade.” Tracer shrugged, thinking back to her time on Cybertron.
“There’s plenty of energon now.” Prime reminded her.
“Yeah.” She agreed, raising her cube in a silent salute. Prime did the same and smiled at her.