TF: Red AlertxInferno Drabbles
Title: Another Drabble Spectacular, November 11th
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Red Alert and Inferno, based on the word of the day from Dictionary.com
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: It’s official - I am mad. Having started the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge, flarn_fanfic said how she wished someone was doing something similar for redxinferno. And I’m easily suggestible when it comes to that pairing. So I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
November 11 - whilom
Inferno just couldn’t believe it had happened. He sat there, watching over his whilom friend, hating the tubes and lines and wires that dangled from his body.
“I can’t believe ya did this, Red.” He murmured, even though he knew the mech couldn’t hear him. Ratchet had placed him in medical stasis, both for his own safety and theirs. Inferno’s chassis still bore the marks Red Alert had inflicted, having refused to be repaired until he was sure Red Alert would be all right.
“Can’t believe ya’d do that…”
“Inferno? It’s time…” Ratchet lay a gentle hand on Inferno’s shoulder.
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Red Alert and Inferno, based on the word of the day from Dictionary.com
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: It’s official - I am mad. Having started the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge, flarn_fanfic said how she wished someone was doing something similar for redxinferno. And I’m easily suggestible when it comes to that pairing. So I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day?
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
November 11 - whilom
Inferno just couldn’t believe it had happened. He sat there, watching over his whilom friend, hating the tubes and lines and wires that dangled from his body.
“I can’t believe ya did this, Red.” He murmured, even though he knew the mech couldn’t hear him. Ratchet had placed him in medical stasis, both for his own safety and theirs. Inferno’s chassis still bore the marks Red Alert had inflicted, having refused to be repaired until he was sure Red Alert would be all right.
“Can’t believe ya’d do that…”
“Inferno? It’s time…” Ratchet lay a gentle hand on Inferno’s shoulder.