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ajremixMy god- has it really been two months since my last drabble? Unfortunately, that's what happens with nearing graduation. This came upon me in the middle of homework. I don't think it came out as well as I intended but seeing as I only really had a vague idea to beginning with, I'm guessing it's close enough.
Title: Context Needed
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Characters: Springer, Prowl
Summary: They have a history. No one else needs to know it.
The problem with knowing someone for a long time was that they generally knew your worst moments. The problem with knowing someone you've had a... tumultuous, to say the least, relationship with for a long time was they not only generally knew your worst moments but would also gleefully bring those moments up to put you at a disadvantage.
There were few that had as long or as tumultuous a history as Springer and Prowl, neither of which would hesitate to bring up said moments if it 1) supported their argument or 2) shut the other one up. But neither, thankfully, were malicious enough to go into detail. All they had to do was give a base or mission name and the other knew exactly what they were talking about, knew exactly what the point of bringing it up was and would just glare, helpless as the memory replayed in an instant in their heads.
"Deres Comet," got an embarrassed shifting.
"Holden Prison Transport," caused furious spluttering and an equally furious stomping retreat.
"Altihex riot," would get a jaw snapping shut and silent fuming.
"Thunderhead Pass," got silence and then a quiet withdraw from the argument.
Those names were never given freely. They were a last resort used only when one of them felt that strongly about the matter at hand and once the name was invoked the other almost always gave in. Very few others understood what any of these things meant and whenever either Springer or Prowl were asked, they'd evade the question. They knew what the context was. No one else needed to know.
Sometimes, though... sometimes those names would be used in a very different situation to get a very different response. Springer stood by the starboard observation deck, hands clamp tightly against folded arms and staring out into nothing when Prowl found him. Every 'bot went hush, waiting for Springer's visible tension to explode into angry violence.
Prowl just leaned in close and said lowly, "Coda Pass" and Springer burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he had to brace against the bulkhead and everyone else stared at the two in abject confusion.
Eventually the laughter died down. Springer turned to Prowl with a broad grin, his engine hiccupping slightly, and said, "Thanks."
Prowl just smiled back mildly, nodded and went on his way. Sometimes knowing someone for so long wasn't always a bad thing.
Title: Context Needed
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: G
Word Count: 400
Characters: Springer, Prowl
Summary: They have a history. No one else needs to know it.
The problem with knowing someone for a long time was that they generally knew your worst moments. The problem with knowing someone you've had a... tumultuous, to say the least, relationship with for a long time was they not only generally knew your worst moments but would also gleefully bring those moments up to put you at a disadvantage.
There were few that had as long or as tumultuous a history as Springer and Prowl, neither of which would hesitate to bring up said moments if it 1) supported their argument or 2) shut the other one up. But neither, thankfully, were malicious enough to go into detail. All they had to do was give a base or mission name and the other knew exactly what they were talking about, knew exactly what the point of bringing it up was and would just glare, helpless as the memory replayed in an instant in their heads.
"Deres Comet," got an embarrassed shifting.
"Holden Prison Transport," caused furious spluttering and an equally furious stomping retreat.
"Altihex riot," would get a jaw snapping shut and silent fuming.
"Thunderhead Pass," got silence and then a quiet withdraw from the argument.
Those names were never given freely. They were a last resort used only when one of them felt that strongly about the matter at hand and once the name was invoked the other almost always gave in. Very few others understood what any of these things meant and whenever either Springer or Prowl were asked, they'd evade the question. They knew what the context was. No one else needed to know.
Sometimes, though... sometimes those names would be used in a very different situation to get a very different response. Springer stood by the starboard observation deck, hands clamp tightly against folded arms and staring out into nothing when Prowl found him. Every 'bot went hush, waiting for Springer's visible tension to explode into angry violence.
Prowl just leaned in close and said lowly, "Coda Pass" and Springer burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he had to brace against the bulkhead and everyone else stared at the two in abject confusion.
Eventually the laughter died down. Springer turned to Prowl with a broad grin, his engine hiccupping slightly, and said, "Thanks."
Prowl just smiled back mildly, nodded and went on his way. Sometimes knowing someone for so long wasn't always a bad thing.
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Date: 2011-08-06 06:00 am (UTC)