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ajremixAnother major plot jump. This occurs after Sandstorm and Fireflight get back together.
Title: You and I Collide: When You Smile at Me like That
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1106
Characters: Sandstorm, Fireflight, appearances by other Aerialbots and Inferno
Summary: The things Sandstorm would do for a smile knows no boundaries.
The Decepticons, Sandstorm had decided, must have figured a new plan of attack. If they couldn’t get rid of the Wreckers by conventional means they planned on having the strike force be run ragged from place to place. They’ve been going from planet to planet, fight to fight for over a stellar cycle without any rest and not only were the Wreckers really feeling the strain, but their supplies were suffering.
They managed to get the time to settle down on a moon base that orbited a planet not far from their once illustrious home planet. Sandstorm and Broadside had worked out their supply orders, waiting for their shipment from a local supply bunker and for some maintenance on Xantium to be done. Sandstorm took that time to flomp into his quarters and check the messages he’s been neglecting for far too long.
At the very top of the list of messages was one from Fireflight.
Sandstorm sat up and opened it- it was a vid-message. “Hi, Sandstorm.” The message said, the image of Fireflight shifting a little and his endearing awkwardness all too apparent. Fireflight wrote messages more than he did vids- never really knew what to say in a one-sided conversation and tended to babble. Sandstorm never told him but the triplechanger kept every single vid for the simple fact that it was Fireflight being purely himself. “I know you’ve been really busy recently and I don’t know when you’ll actually get this message but I just kinda thought you’d like to know. We’ve been called out for a mission and I was just hoping I’d have the chance to see you before I leave. I don’t really know how long we’ll be gone and it’s been a while since I last heard from you-“
The message babbled on in the background as Sandstorm checked the time and source location. It didn’t take long to find out that the Aerialbots were on the second moon base, nearly on the opposite side of the rock, really. And given the timeframe Fireflight’s message gave him meant even if he went full out, the likelihood of Sandstorm making it in time was practically nonexistent. Asides from that, the distance meant if Sandstorm tried, he’d burn himself out before he’d even make it.
That knowledge, somehow, really disappointed Sandstorm as he continued to watch the vid.
“I really can’t wait to see you again.” The recording said with that bright, yet shy smile that always made something twist in Sandstorm’s internals. “I really miss you.”
That made him realize that there was nothing in the world he wanted more right now than to have Fireflight in his arms.
“Springer,” he said on his comm as he half-jogged out of his quarters, “I’m going for a quick fly-around.”
“Alright. Remember- we’re on a schedule. Don’t be late.”
~*~*~*~
They should’ve taken off half a cycle ago but Inferno had delayed the launch, saying they were having some technical difficulties. When Skydive asked (because everything had been working fine earlier) Inferno just shrugged and said ‘they happen’.
Slingshot and Air Raid were starting to get antsy, waiting around the launchpad impatiently. Fireflight stood with them but was hardly paying attention. Sometimes his attention span was worse than usual these days and sometimes he’d get a little quiet. He wasn’t depressed- hardly so –just… like he was waiting for something. Air Raid understood it for what it was, but Slingshot absolutely refused to. Though his complaints on this… relationship and one half of the pair in particular had lessened verbally, it didn’t mean he was still particularly welcoming of it. And watching his teammate go randomly distant on them like this meant he welcomed it even less.
Silverbolt was talking with Inferno, trying to find out when they could finally get up in the air and looking agitated at the delay when a voice called out from across the strip: “Flight!”
The mech in question turned, practically glowing as he realized, “Sandstorm! You came!”
Sandstorm waved, weaving a little as he approached, legs weak and shaking a little from exertion. “Of course.” His voice was almost lost in the desperate whirl of his fans over engines running hot. He took a mental picture of Slingshot’s flabbergasted expression to cackle over later- he was too busy trying not to collapse right then.
Suddenly he had his arms full of jet, Fireflight holding him so tight and Sandstorm would’ve been happy to just melt right there. It didn’t take a genius to recognize the state the Wrecker was in but he was happily surprised all the same. “You didn’t have to.” He murmured in Sandstorm’s audio, hands running short caresses down his back.
“I know.” He held back just as tight, wanting to engrave this feeling in his memory. “But I wanted to.”
That made Fireflight’s spark surge. That was probably one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for him.
“Fireflight,” Silverbolt said from a respective distance, “we have to go. The launch clamps have been fixed.”
He nodded against Sandstorm’s shoulder, holding him tight for just a moment more. “I gotta go.” He said softly.
“Yeah. Just wanted to see you off.” They stood clutching each other a little longer before Sandstorm pulled back. As it was he wasn’t going to make his own launch time.
Fireflight put his hands to either side of Sandstorm’s helmet, tracing the edges and smiled the smile that made Sandstorm want to just stand there and bask in it for days on end. “Thank you for coming.”
The Wrecker brought up his own hands to cover Fireflight’s pulling them off and taking that needed step back. “Take care of yourself.”
“You, too.” With a last look Fireflight turned and followed his team into the shuttle. Sandstorm stood back with Inferno and watched it take off. After it vanished into space, Inferno took the triplechanger’s arm and led him away.
“C’mon,” he said, practically carrying the other mech as he legs threatened to give out on him, “let’s get you a seat and some energon.”
“Thanks,” Sandstorm muttered, following as best he could, “for delaying them.”
“Yeah, yeah. Considering how often you help to pull my aft outta the fire, this is nothing. But you try to make such a suicidal run again, forget it. You’re lucky you didn’t overheat and crash en route.”
“I know.” They entered a room and Sandstorm made the last wobbling steps to get himself sat down. “Springer’s gonna char my chassis for this.”
Inferno snorted and patted Sandstorm’s shoulder before he went to get some energon. “Yes, he is.”
Title: You and I Collide: When You Smile at Me like That
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1106
Characters: Sandstorm, Fireflight, appearances by other Aerialbots and Inferno
Summary: The things Sandstorm would do for a smile knows no boundaries.
The Decepticons, Sandstorm had decided, must have figured a new plan of attack. If they couldn’t get rid of the Wreckers by conventional means they planned on having the strike force be run ragged from place to place. They’ve been going from planet to planet, fight to fight for over a stellar cycle without any rest and not only were the Wreckers really feeling the strain, but their supplies were suffering.
They managed to get the time to settle down on a moon base that orbited a planet not far from their once illustrious home planet. Sandstorm and Broadside had worked out their supply orders, waiting for their shipment from a local supply bunker and for some maintenance on Xantium to be done. Sandstorm took that time to flomp into his quarters and check the messages he’s been neglecting for far too long.
At the very top of the list of messages was one from Fireflight.
Sandstorm sat up and opened it- it was a vid-message. “Hi, Sandstorm.” The message said, the image of Fireflight shifting a little and his endearing awkwardness all too apparent. Fireflight wrote messages more than he did vids- never really knew what to say in a one-sided conversation and tended to babble. Sandstorm never told him but the triplechanger kept every single vid for the simple fact that it was Fireflight being purely himself. “I know you’ve been really busy recently and I don’t know when you’ll actually get this message but I just kinda thought you’d like to know. We’ve been called out for a mission and I was just hoping I’d have the chance to see you before I leave. I don’t really know how long we’ll be gone and it’s been a while since I last heard from you-“
The message babbled on in the background as Sandstorm checked the time and source location. It didn’t take long to find out that the Aerialbots were on the second moon base, nearly on the opposite side of the rock, really. And given the timeframe Fireflight’s message gave him meant even if he went full out, the likelihood of Sandstorm making it in time was practically nonexistent. Asides from that, the distance meant if Sandstorm tried, he’d burn himself out before he’d even make it.
That knowledge, somehow, really disappointed Sandstorm as he continued to watch the vid.
“I really can’t wait to see you again.” The recording said with that bright, yet shy smile that always made something twist in Sandstorm’s internals. “I really miss you.”
That made him realize that there was nothing in the world he wanted more right now than to have Fireflight in his arms.
“Springer,” he said on his comm as he half-jogged out of his quarters, “I’m going for a quick fly-around.”
“Alright. Remember- we’re on a schedule. Don’t be late.”
~*~*~*~
They should’ve taken off half a cycle ago but Inferno had delayed the launch, saying they were having some technical difficulties. When Skydive asked (because everything had been working fine earlier) Inferno just shrugged and said ‘they happen’.
Slingshot and Air Raid were starting to get antsy, waiting around the launchpad impatiently. Fireflight stood with them but was hardly paying attention. Sometimes his attention span was worse than usual these days and sometimes he’d get a little quiet. He wasn’t depressed- hardly so –just… like he was waiting for something. Air Raid understood it for what it was, but Slingshot absolutely refused to. Though his complaints on this… relationship and one half of the pair in particular had lessened verbally, it didn’t mean he was still particularly welcoming of it. And watching his teammate go randomly distant on them like this meant he welcomed it even less.
Silverbolt was talking with Inferno, trying to find out when they could finally get up in the air and looking agitated at the delay when a voice called out from across the strip: “Flight!”
The mech in question turned, practically glowing as he realized, “Sandstorm! You came!”
Sandstorm waved, weaving a little as he approached, legs weak and shaking a little from exertion. “Of course.” His voice was almost lost in the desperate whirl of his fans over engines running hot. He took a mental picture of Slingshot’s flabbergasted expression to cackle over later- he was too busy trying not to collapse right then.
Suddenly he had his arms full of jet, Fireflight holding him so tight and Sandstorm would’ve been happy to just melt right there. It didn’t take a genius to recognize the state the Wrecker was in but he was happily surprised all the same. “You didn’t have to.” He murmured in Sandstorm’s audio, hands running short caresses down his back.
“I know.” He held back just as tight, wanting to engrave this feeling in his memory. “But I wanted to.”
That made Fireflight’s spark surge. That was probably one of the sweetest things anyone had ever done for him.
“Fireflight,” Silverbolt said from a respective distance, “we have to go. The launch clamps have been fixed.”
He nodded against Sandstorm’s shoulder, holding him tight for just a moment more. “I gotta go.” He said softly.
“Yeah. Just wanted to see you off.” They stood clutching each other a little longer before Sandstorm pulled back. As it was he wasn’t going to make his own launch time.
Fireflight put his hands to either side of Sandstorm’s helmet, tracing the edges and smiled the smile that made Sandstorm want to just stand there and bask in it for days on end. “Thank you for coming.”
The Wrecker brought up his own hands to cover Fireflight’s pulling them off and taking that needed step back. “Take care of yourself.”
“You, too.” With a last look Fireflight turned and followed his team into the shuttle. Sandstorm stood back with Inferno and watched it take off. After it vanished into space, Inferno took the triplechanger’s arm and led him away.
“C’mon,” he said, practically carrying the other mech as he legs threatened to give out on him, “let’s get you a seat and some energon.”
“Thanks,” Sandstorm muttered, following as best he could, “for delaying them.”
“Yeah, yeah. Considering how often you help to pull my aft outta the fire, this is nothing. But you try to make such a suicidal run again, forget it. You’re lucky you didn’t overheat and crash en route.”
“I know.” They entered a room and Sandstorm made the last wobbling steps to get himself sat down. “Springer’s gonna char my chassis for this.”
Inferno snorted and patted Sandstorm’s shoulder before he went to get some energon. “Yes, he is.”
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Date: 2011-10-25 12:51 am (UTC)As tends to happen with these sorts of things, I have so many possibilities fluttering around in my head that I can't keep track of them.
They're all adorable as hell.
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Date: 2011-10-29 02:22 pm (UTC)love for Inferno too for helping out. He's a good friend :D