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ajremixDoes anyone remember You and I Collide? Does anyone want to reread the original SandstormxFireflight fic? I assume at least a few of you do because I've been asked to repost this for a while, but various life parts, my own forgetfulness and the simple fact that reposting hasn't been at the top of my to-do list has prevented me. All chapters will eventually be resposted, hopefully a chapter every few days if not once a day like I'm hoping. Hopefully I'll also be keeping them in order, but they're not numbered and I've kinda forgotten so... they'll all go up eventually, at least! Also I think there may be a couple chapters that haven't yet been released at all so bonus, right?
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ianam1983 to put these back up, I request to everyone not to ask her if she's going to get back on the series. Part of the reason the fic died, asides from my growing busyness and waning interest in Transformers as a whole, is her similarly waning interest in the pairing. So if anyone is resurrecting Collide, it would be myself and even that- though the option is intriguing to me -may not happen.
Still love the pair, just not in a place where I can focus on a big, epic romance. So, without further adieu:
Title: You and I Collide: Target Acquired
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 853
Characters: Sandstorm, Fireflight, minor appearances by others
Summary: Repost. How it all begins.
Even with the planet being overrun by the Decepticons it was hardly anything that demanded a need for the Wreckers. But with Autobot forces being drawn thin and the local detachment in need of backup they were called in with a small contingent to force the line. With having little else pressing the Wreckers took the mission without much complaint, even if it did mean they would technically be under command of the detachment, the Aerialbots. Even if, of all the units in the Autobot ranks, the jets were probably the ones the Wreckers liked least. Not all of them, anyway. Silverbolt was just about everything a leader should be and Skydive’s incredible skill and modesty was refreshing. And, yeah, Air Raid was fun to mess around with and they really couldn’t hold Fireflight’s scatterbrain against him (for long). Really it was just Slingshot’s ‘better than everyone’ attitude they couldn’t stand. And the fact that whenever he was around Air Raid and Fireflight’s fun meter took a very sharp turn into jerk-face territory.
It wasn’t exactly a one-sided feeling, either. The Wreckers (who Slingshot scoffed as being made up of ‘groundpounders, part-timers and a whirligig’) were elitist in their collective opinion (rather, in Slingshot’s opinion and Air Raid and Fireflight’s whenever he was there). It really made the Wreckers appreciate how worn out Silverbolt got at the end of the day having to deal with them. Even if they were the best fliers out of the Autobot forces, the Wreckers still preferred not having to deal with them if they could help it.
The terrain on this planet was difficult for most ground vehicles to maneuver in and most battles were taken to the skies. Sandstorm steeled himself, thrusters flaring hot as he twisted about the air, but with all the damage he’d already taken he just couldn’t lose Dirge. “Conehead on my six- can’t shake ‘im!” Can’t say he was really thinking all that clearly either, what with Dirge focusing his engine’s frequencies on the triplechanger, determined to claim his head. A shot scored right through one of Sandstorm’s elevon and he wobbled, nearly stalling out.
And then he noticed Fireflight coming straight at him. “What the slag- Flight! You’re not Ramjet! Get outta the way!” The Aerialbot didn’t give any indication he heard or even noticed Sandstorm and didn’t deviate from his flight path. Sandstorm felt a sort of mild panic welling up. Great, shot down and run into, what a way to end the day. “Fireflight! Pull out!”
Except he didn’t and just as Sandstorm braced himself for impact the jet did an aileron roll just as neat as you please. It was so eloquently done Sandstorm could sense the nearness of Fireflight’s wings and tail but barely felt the crosswind.
The move shocked Dirge even more and he tried to peel off, giving Fireflight a wider profile to pepper with fire. The Decepticon spiraled out of the fight and Sandstorm’s internals gave a sweet clench as he realized what just happened. So much he nearly lost what meager control he had over his flight and almost went into a yaw which- given his current state –would’ve pitched him into an adverse yaw and then the ground. As quick as he was able to, Sandstorm landed but by then the Decepticon forces were already pulling back from the skirmish.
Thankfully no hinges or important wiring was damaged- all Sandstorm needed was a quick flexiseal on his wing and he was airborne again, heading back to the command center where Topspin waited at the hangar to do a decent patch on the returning forces. Sandstorm waited around to get the barest work done before he, to the astonishment of all, willingly went up to the Aerialbots. “Hey, Fireflight!”
“Yeah?” He looked briefly at Slingshot, then crossed his arms unconvincingly. “I mean- what?”
Undeterred Sandstorm’s optics glowed. “That was some impressive flying you did today.”
“…really?” No one outside of his team ever said that to him. They’d say it to the others- even Slingshot –but never to Fireflight.
“Really. And that maneuver you did to hit Dirge? Sorry, Skydive, but I don’t think you could’ve done better.”
Fireflight puffed up with pride. Someone was saying he could do something better than Skydive! Something that was good! “W-Well, ya know.” He stuttered slightly, shifting his weight modestly. “Just helping a fellow Autobot is all.”
“That doesn’t make it any less amazing.” Sandstorm’s short wing fell just short of brushing against Fireflight’s nosecone. Even if the jet didn’t notice it his sensors did and he reflexively tilted away just slightly to keep from bumping into it. The triplechanger used this to herd Fireflight out of the hangar, all the while buttering him up.
The Wreckers watched in amusement. “So how long do you think this will last?” Twin Twist asked with a slight grin.
“Given Sandstorm’s habit of mouthing off and Slingshot’s disapproving look- five cycles tops.” Said Whirl.
“I don’t know- Sandstorm’s managed to charm some long shots before.” Broadside returned.
Optics shifted slyly and processors calculated. “Gentlebots- what are your wagers?”
While I have permission from my co-writer
ianam1983 to put these back up, I request to everyone not to ask her if she's going to get back on the series. Part of the reason the fic died, asides from my growing busyness and waning interest in Transformers as a whole, is her similarly waning interest in the pairing. So if anyone is resurrecting Collide, it would be myself and even that- though the option is intriguing to me -may not happen.Still love the pair, just not in a place where I can focus on a big, epic romance. So, without further adieu:
Title: You and I Collide: Target Acquired
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 853
Characters: Sandstorm, Fireflight, minor appearances by others
Summary: Repost. How it all begins.
Even with the planet being overrun by the Decepticons it was hardly anything that demanded a need for the Wreckers. But with Autobot forces being drawn thin and the local detachment in need of backup they were called in with a small contingent to force the line. With having little else pressing the Wreckers took the mission without much complaint, even if it did mean they would technically be under command of the detachment, the Aerialbots. Even if, of all the units in the Autobot ranks, the jets were probably the ones the Wreckers liked least. Not all of them, anyway. Silverbolt was just about everything a leader should be and Skydive’s incredible skill and modesty was refreshing. And, yeah, Air Raid was fun to mess around with and they really couldn’t hold Fireflight’s scatterbrain against him (for long). Really it was just Slingshot’s ‘better than everyone’ attitude they couldn’t stand. And the fact that whenever he was around Air Raid and Fireflight’s fun meter took a very sharp turn into jerk-face territory.
It wasn’t exactly a one-sided feeling, either. The Wreckers (who Slingshot scoffed as being made up of ‘groundpounders, part-timers and a whirligig’) were elitist in their collective opinion (rather, in Slingshot’s opinion and Air Raid and Fireflight’s whenever he was there). It really made the Wreckers appreciate how worn out Silverbolt got at the end of the day having to deal with them. Even if they were the best fliers out of the Autobot forces, the Wreckers still preferred not having to deal with them if they could help it.
The terrain on this planet was difficult for most ground vehicles to maneuver in and most battles were taken to the skies. Sandstorm steeled himself, thrusters flaring hot as he twisted about the air, but with all the damage he’d already taken he just couldn’t lose Dirge. “Conehead on my six- can’t shake ‘im!” Can’t say he was really thinking all that clearly either, what with Dirge focusing his engine’s frequencies on the triplechanger, determined to claim his head. A shot scored right through one of Sandstorm’s elevon and he wobbled, nearly stalling out.
And then he noticed Fireflight coming straight at him. “What the slag- Flight! You’re not Ramjet! Get outta the way!” The Aerialbot didn’t give any indication he heard or even noticed Sandstorm and didn’t deviate from his flight path. Sandstorm felt a sort of mild panic welling up. Great, shot down and run into, what a way to end the day. “Fireflight! Pull out!”
Except he didn’t and just as Sandstorm braced himself for impact the jet did an aileron roll just as neat as you please. It was so eloquently done Sandstorm could sense the nearness of Fireflight’s wings and tail but barely felt the crosswind.
The move shocked Dirge even more and he tried to peel off, giving Fireflight a wider profile to pepper with fire. The Decepticon spiraled out of the fight and Sandstorm’s internals gave a sweet clench as he realized what just happened. So much he nearly lost what meager control he had over his flight and almost went into a yaw which- given his current state –would’ve pitched him into an adverse yaw and then the ground. As quick as he was able to, Sandstorm landed but by then the Decepticon forces were already pulling back from the skirmish.
Thankfully no hinges or important wiring was damaged- all Sandstorm needed was a quick flexiseal on his wing and he was airborne again, heading back to the command center where Topspin waited at the hangar to do a decent patch on the returning forces. Sandstorm waited around to get the barest work done before he, to the astonishment of all, willingly went up to the Aerialbots. “Hey, Fireflight!”
“Yeah?” He looked briefly at Slingshot, then crossed his arms unconvincingly. “I mean- what?”
Undeterred Sandstorm’s optics glowed. “That was some impressive flying you did today.”
“…really?” No one outside of his team ever said that to him. They’d say it to the others- even Slingshot –but never to Fireflight.
“Really. And that maneuver you did to hit Dirge? Sorry, Skydive, but I don’t think you could’ve done better.”
Fireflight puffed up with pride. Someone was saying he could do something better than Skydive! Something that was good! “W-Well, ya know.” He stuttered slightly, shifting his weight modestly. “Just helping a fellow Autobot is all.”
“That doesn’t make it any less amazing.” Sandstorm’s short wing fell just short of brushing against Fireflight’s nosecone. Even if the jet didn’t notice it his sensors did and he reflexively tilted away just slightly to keep from bumping into it. The triplechanger used this to herd Fireflight out of the hangar, all the while buttering him up.
The Wreckers watched in amusement. “So how long do you think this will last?” Twin Twist asked with a slight grin.
“Given Sandstorm’s habit of mouthing off and Slingshot’s disapproving look- five cycles tops.” Said Whirl.
“I don’t know- Sandstorm’s managed to charm some long shots before.” Broadside returned.
Optics shifted slyly and processors calculated. “Gentlebots- what are your wagers?”
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Date: 2011-09-24 04:13 am (UTC)I was just thinking of this fic the other day. Ah, this is so awesome 8D
Thank you so much for deciding to re-post the story. Even if it's not continued (though it would be awesome if you did decide to) just the story itself as it is is great enough.
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Date: 2011-09-29 03:53 pm (UTC)