TF (OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Tracks makes a near-fatal mistake while out on patrol with Tracer
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 Naïve, requested by tainry.
Yeah… evidently Tracer doesn’t *do* naïve… And I do like Tracks, honest!
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
It was completely unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She’d been to the cities on Cybertron, before the war devastated them, yet this was something else. The lights, the soaring towers. And all made by humans.
“Will you stop gawking and get a move on!” She tore her gaze away from the skyscrapers and looked up to see Tracks looking more than a little annoyed.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise, just don’t do it again.” He muttered, transforming and revving his engine impatiently. Tracer vented a sigh and transformed, sensors upped to their highest gain as they patrolled the city.
An hour into their patrol and Tracks’ apparent icy demeanour was melting as he told Tracer about the city they were patrolling. He was enthralled by it, but for different reasons than she was. As she listened to him talk, she stopped paying quite so much attention to her sensors.
Which was probably why the Decepticons dropping from the sky came as so much of a shock.
They both transformed, Tracks automatically stepping in front of Tracer as they drew their weapons. The ensuing battle was quick, the Autobots no match for the Decepticons on the ground, and both were far more manoeuvrable as they didn’t have wings.
Tracks stared after the retreating Seekers, fighting the urge to transform and fly after them. A thump to his thigh derailed that line of thought and he looked down to see Tracer staring angrily up at him. A brief fleeting thought of being glad she had subspaced her weapon crossed his mind before she started speaking.
“You do not need to protect me like that! I am not some naïve sparkling who can’t fight you know! I can fight and damned well too! Just because I’m not as tall as you or a mech does not mean you have to protect me!” She stopped, still glaring up at him, hands on her hip joints. Tracks was speechless. What could he say that wouldn’t offend her further?
“Sorry?”