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ajremixTitle: You and I Collide: Denial Calling
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 986
Characters: Sandstorm, other Wreckers, Fireflight at the tail end
Summary: I-don't-remember-if-this-is-a-repost. There's obliviousness and then there's just plain obstinate.
Sandstorm was, for once, not with any other Wrecker as he lounged in one of the common areas on the Orbital Hub. He kicked back at a table, legs propped up and was fiddling with something in his hands. His lone status was quickly changed when Broadside plopped down on one side of him. Whirl shoved Sandstorm’s legs off the seat and sat down while Topspin, Twin Twist and Scoop moved opposite them. They all looked at him expectantly.
“What?”
“So when are you going to be taking some leave?”
He looked at Whirl blankly. “What?”
“You know.” Scoop leaned forward on his elbows. “To spend time with Fireflight.”
This time Sandstorm got a little indignant. “What?”
“C’mon- even Springer takes time off for his two. It’s not like he can deny you some R&R.” Topspin gave the distinct impression of wiggling his optic ridges.
“That’s because,” Sandstorm said flatly, “he’s in a serious relationship with his two.”
To his shock the others laughed at him. “Suuure.” Topspin said. “And you’re going to say you’re not crazy about Fireflight.” The expression on the triplechanger’s faceplate made them laugh harder. “Yeah right! You’re not fooling anyone!”
Thoroughly annoyed, Sandstorm leaned back and crossed his arms. “And what gave you the idea that I am?”
The other five exchanged glances before speaking in turn.
“You spend most of your off hours with him.”
“You go flying together all the time.”
“You put up with Slingshot for him.”
“You haggled with Swindle for an early warning alert upgrade.”
“You defend him even when he or the other Aerialbots aren’t around.”
“So?” They asked smugly. “How are you not all over him?”
If Sandstorm didn’t have a facemask, he’d be gaping incredulously at them. “You…”
“Everyone knows you two are in deep. Hell- Air Raid’s been joking about making you a part time Aerialbot.”
“I’m sorry.” Sandstorm said icily. “I didn’t realize the rumor mill was so hard up it needed to make up such blatant lies to keep it going. Fireflight happened to have been a friend of mine before all this you know.”
‘No he wasn’t’, they didn’t say, wanting to hear what other line Sandstorm was going to try feeding them.
“I’m allowed to be nice to friends, I’m allowed to hang out with friends! Just because I occasionally get Flight some dumb trinket doesn’t make him anything more than a friend.”
Broadside looked at the others. “When was the last time Sandstorm ever gave you guys anything?”
“Asides from the occasional processor lock and the tail-end of a prank, probably never.”
“He got a me a new monitor for my quarters. Wait- I paid him to get it and then he ‘acquired’ it from me.”
“He got me in trouble by framing a prank he pulled on me. Does that count?”
Sandstorm protested loudly. “It was things he needed!”
“Ah, yes. I know exactly how much he needed a new high-end music player.”
The triplechanger glared at his teammates. “You all sound like you need a shot in the mouth component. I could give that to you.”
“Just admit it, Sandy.” Twin Twist said, grinning widely as Sandstorm growled at the nickname. “You got it bad for him.”
“Not that I blame you.” The other jumpstarter added. “Mech’s pleasing on the optics. Earnest, fun, he’s got skills and he makes polyhedral wings look slick.”
“Primus- I mess around with a ‘bot a couple-“
“Dozen.”
“Couple,” he glared at Whirl, “times and suddenly you think I can’t live without him.”
“Well if you’re not serious,” Broadside ganked Sandstorm’s gadget away, “then what’s this?”
“None of your slagging business! Give that back!”
“No? Looks like an image capture to me. A fancy one with a holoprojector at that.” Broadside put a hand to Sandstorm’s helmet, keeping him pinned to his seat. “And it looks like you’ve already taken some captures, too.”
“They’re just images, you bucket-headed dolt!”
“Images for what?” Scoop pressed with glee.
“Of random what-the-slag-ever from our last mission! Primus!”
Heads were shaking. “You couldn’t be more hung up if you tried-“
“Sandstorm!”
Six heads turned as the entire Aerialbot squad made their way into the common area. Fireflight waved at them, turned to say something to his team before breaking off and heading toward the Wreckers.
“Flight, hey!” Sandstorm didn’t take his optics off the red jet, just lifted a foot and shoved Whirl off his seat. “Grab a chair.”
“That,” Whirl glared from where he was sprawled on his back on the floor, “you’re gonna pay for.”
“I don’t want to interrupt-“
“Don’t worry about these guys.” Sandstorm gave his teammates a glare that clearly said ‘scatter’.
“Yeah,” Topspin got up with a bit of a stretch. “We were just killing time. See ya ‘round!” He and the others- after stopping to help Whirl back to his feet –moved off to a table elsewhere.
“So?” Twin Twist asked as they settled in their new spot. “What do you think?”
Broadside tilted his head. “If he’s being two-faced or just that dense?”
“Yeah.”
The Wreckers looked at their teammate, then at the rest of the Aerialbots who- despite being halfway across the room –were keeping a close optic on Sandstorm. Not that anyone could blame them. Sandstorm was known to go through partners like he had nothing better to do and not all of the those relationships ended with just hurt feelings. But this thing with Fireflight was unprecedented both in how long it’s lasted and the fact that Sandstorm actually went out of his way to do nice things for him.
They were distracted by Fireflight’s delighted laugh. He had activated the imager, expression lit up at the alien beauty of a foreign planetscape displayed before him. Sandstorm leaned in close as he pointed out some bits of interest.
“Nah, he’s definitely got it something fierce.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Hope he doesn’t frag this up.”
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 986
Characters: Sandstorm, other Wreckers, Fireflight at the tail end
Summary: I-don't-remember-if-this-is-a-repost. There's obliviousness and then there's just plain obstinate.
Sandstorm was, for once, not with any other Wrecker as he lounged in one of the common areas on the Orbital Hub. He kicked back at a table, legs propped up and was fiddling with something in his hands. His lone status was quickly changed when Broadside plopped down on one side of him. Whirl shoved Sandstorm’s legs off the seat and sat down while Topspin, Twin Twist and Scoop moved opposite them. They all looked at him expectantly.
“What?”
“So when are you going to be taking some leave?”
He looked at Whirl blankly. “What?”
“You know.” Scoop leaned forward on his elbows. “To spend time with Fireflight.”
This time Sandstorm got a little indignant. “What?”
“C’mon- even Springer takes time off for his two. It’s not like he can deny you some R&R.” Topspin gave the distinct impression of wiggling his optic ridges.
“That’s because,” Sandstorm said flatly, “he’s in a serious relationship with his two.”
To his shock the others laughed at him. “Suuure.” Topspin said. “And you’re going to say you’re not crazy about Fireflight.” The expression on the triplechanger’s faceplate made them laugh harder. “Yeah right! You’re not fooling anyone!”
Thoroughly annoyed, Sandstorm leaned back and crossed his arms. “And what gave you the idea that I am?”
The other five exchanged glances before speaking in turn.
“You spend most of your off hours with him.”
“You go flying together all the time.”
“You put up with Slingshot for him.”
“You haggled with Swindle for an early warning alert upgrade.”
“You defend him even when he or the other Aerialbots aren’t around.”
“So?” They asked smugly. “How are you not all over him?”
If Sandstorm didn’t have a facemask, he’d be gaping incredulously at them. “You…”
“Everyone knows you two are in deep. Hell- Air Raid’s been joking about making you a part time Aerialbot.”
“I’m sorry.” Sandstorm said icily. “I didn’t realize the rumor mill was so hard up it needed to make up such blatant lies to keep it going. Fireflight happened to have been a friend of mine before all this you know.”
‘No he wasn’t’, they didn’t say, wanting to hear what other line Sandstorm was going to try feeding them.
“I’m allowed to be nice to friends, I’m allowed to hang out with friends! Just because I occasionally get Flight some dumb trinket doesn’t make him anything more than a friend.”
Broadside looked at the others. “When was the last time Sandstorm ever gave you guys anything?”
“Asides from the occasional processor lock and the tail-end of a prank, probably never.”
“He got a me a new monitor for my quarters. Wait- I paid him to get it and then he ‘acquired’ it from me.”
“He got me in trouble by framing a prank he pulled on me. Does that count?”
Sandstorm protested loudly. “It was things he needed!”
“Ah, yes. I know exactly how much he needed a new high-end music player.”
The triplechanger glared at his teammates. “You all sound like you need a shot in the mouth component. I could give that to you.”
“Just admit it, Sandy.” Twin Twist said, grinning widely as Sandstorm growled at the nickname. “You got it bad for him.”
“Not that I blame you.” The other jumpstarter added. “Mech’s pleasing on the optics. Earnest, fun, he’s got skills and he makes polyhedral wings look slick.”
“Primus- I mess around with a ‘bot a couple-“
“Dozen.”
“Couple,” he glared at Whirl, “times and suddenly you think I can’t live without him.”
“Well if you’re not serious,” Broadside ganked Sandstorm’s gadget away, “then what’s this?”
“None of your slagging business! Give that back!”
“No? Looks like an image capture to me. A fancy one with a holoprojector at that.” Broadside put a hand to Sandstorm’s helmet, keeping him pinned to his seat. “And it looks like you’ve already taken some captures, too.”
“They’re just images, you bucket-headed dolt!”
“Images for what?” Scoop pressed with glee.
“Of random what-the-slag-ever from our last mission! Primus!”
Heads were shaking. “You couldn’t be more hung up if you tried-“
“Sandstorm!”
Six heads turned as the entire Aerialbot squad made their way into the common area. Fireflight waved at them, turned to say something to his team before breaking off and heading toward the Wreckers.
“Flight, hey!” Sandstorm didn’t take his optics off the red jet, just lifted a foot and shoved Whirl off his seat. “Grab a chair.”
“That,” Whirl glared from where he was sprawled on his back on the floor, “you’re gonna pay for.”
“I don’t want to interrupt-“
“Don’t worry about these guys.” Sandstorm gave his teammates a glare that clearly said ‘scatter’.
“Yeah,” Topspin got up with a bit of a stretch. “We were just killing time. See ya ‘round!” He and the others- after stopping to help Whirl back to his feet –moved off to a table elsewhere.
“So?” Twin Twist asked as they settled in their new spot. “What do you think?”
Broadside tilted his head. “If he’s being two-faced or just that dense?”
“Yeah.”
The Wreckers looked at their teammate, then at the rest of the Aerialbots who- despite being halfway across the room –were keeping a close optic on Sandstorm. Not that anyone could blame them. Sandstorm was known to go through partners like he had nothing better to do and not all of the those relationships ended with just hurt feelings. But this thing with Fireflight was unprecedented both in how long it’s lasted and the fact that Sandstorm actually went out of his way to do nice things for him.
They were distracted by Fireflight’s delighted laugh. He had activated the imager, expression lit up at the alien beauty of a foreign planetscape displayed before him. Sandstorm leaned in close as he pointed out some bits of interest.
“Nah, he’s definitely got it something fierce.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Hope he doesn’t frag this up.”
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Date: 2011-10-18 08:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for reposting this story, BTW. I'd forgotten how much I love it.