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ajremixTitle: So Long as I have You
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 918
Characters: Fireflight, Sandstorm, with Wreckers and Silverbolt in the background
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Summary: If Fireflight had to give it all up for Sandstorm, he probably would. Unrepentantly waff-y.
“Status?”
“Not good. The rubble’s too unstable for us to start moving without knowing the conditions of the interior, Sandstorm hasn’t responded to any queries and Topspin’s sensors are picking up a couple internal leaks that’s got him worried. The only opening we can find is too small for any of us to fit through, let alone put a scanner in.”
“What’re our options?”
“Either wait until he onlines- which we don’t know when that’ll be and, like I said, Spin’s worried about those leaks –or attempt to excavate and hope we don’t bring the place down on him.”
“Not good enough. What about Twist’s photoacoustic imager?”
“The opening hooks around too sharply, we can’t get the filament in far enough. Can’t even send in Whirl, it’s too tight.”
“Heads up, Chief. Problem coming at ya.”
“What- scrap.”
“Where is he?”
“Hang on a klik, Fireflight.”
“Is he at least okay? You’re all just standing around intensely so something happened. Where is he?”
“He… he’s offline, trapped under the rubble. We can’t get him out.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t know the situation inside, one wrong move to collapse the whole thing.”
“Can’t anyone fit in that hole?”
“We’re too big.”
“Topspin, are you capable of removing my wings?”
“…your wings? That’s… that’s a damn lot of sensors I’d be cinching off, the sensory loss may overload your processor.”
“Without my wings, I’m smaller than all of you.”
“I… I don’t…”
“If he’s committed to the idea, do it. We don’t have any other options.”
“Alright. Flight- over this way.”
~*~*~*~
Very slowly he onlined, one sluggish system at a time. Errors and warnings flickered dully across his HUD, garbled in confused characters. His sensors tried to pick out the area around him, but the signal kept fluctuating. The only thing he knew for certain was someone was pressed against his side, draped over his hood and stroking over the crumpled metal softly, murmuring soft sounds to him.
“…Flight?”
“You’re online.” Came the tight reply. Sandstorm could feel the jet pressing even closer to his sidepanels.
“What… you doing here?” Sandstorm’s engine grunted tiredly. He didn’t have the room to transform out of his FAV mode, but with the way Fireflight stroked against him, he didn’t much care. His sensors managed to pick up something strange. “Your wings…?”
“Had them taken off. I couldn’t get in with them on.”
“Why?”
“Because no one else could get down here.”
Sandstorm wanted to say so many things, that it was dangerous and stupid of Fireflight to risk something like that. Wanted to say how brave it was for Fireflight to fight against the dark and enclosed when Sandstorm knew it scared him so much. Wanted to say how he wasn’t worth Fireflight losing his wings over. Instead he slouched on his axles and pressed against the Aerialbot’s chestplate. “Thank you,” he rumbled low, “for being here.”
In response, Fireflight settled himself more fully across Sandstorm’s hood. The triplechanger didn’t have the spark to tell him his weight was pressing Sandstorm’s tender undercarriage into the jagged floor. He pushed away the signals of pain, reveling in Fireflight’s familiar presence, instead. He wished he at least had arms so he could hold the smaller mech.
“What does your internal diagnostics say?” Fireflight asked, hand idly tracing over the quick armored curves of the car.
“I… think they got knocked offline. Getting just jumbles.”
“Switch off.” Fireflight nuzzled at his headlight. “I’ll be right here.”
“But…”
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
Sandstorm hesitated, but low power levels and that comfortable warmth was a lulling siren. He suspended his systems and rested against Fireflight, engine a soft, trusting purr. In any other circumstance Fireflight would’ve followed the lead and recharge himself, but his worry for the readings he was getting from Sandstorm kept him up. He shot a glance at the imager he’d brought down, continually scanning the small space and feeding the information back to the Wreckers above. He hoped they figure out what to do soon. Fireflight pressed as tight against Sandstorm as possible and just focused on the rhythm of his engine.
“Fireflight.”
He almost shouted out a quick ‘Thank Primus!’, but bit it back as he answered his comm. “Scoop, do you have a plan yet?”
“Yeah, we got it figured out. We’re going to send a couple support beams for you to set up. Once you’re back up top, we’ll start digging him out.”
“Is it okay if I stay here?”
A long silence followed. “Stay? But don’t- I mean, would you-”
“I want to stay with Sandstorm. I won’t get in the way, will I?”
“Well… no.”
“Fireflight.”
His spark simultaneously swelled and shrunk. “Hiya, ‘Bolt. You… don’t need me for anything, do you?” Even if Sandstorm understood it- even if Fireflight understood that Sandstorm would do the same for his own team –sometimes it just broke at him having to choose his brothers over the mech that had come to mean so much to him.
“Everything’s fine up here. You’ll be okay down there?”
“Yes.”
“If it gets too frightening, you just say the word and we’ll pull you out quick, okay?”
“Okay.”
There was the warm, tender rumble of Silverbolt’s laughter on the other end of the line. “We’ll be waiting for you, nut.”
Fireflight just smiled to himself and kept stroking over Sandstorm’s body, grateful for such understanding brothers. Even if he hated the dark and the tight, he’d be fine so long as he had Sandstorm.
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 918
Characters: Fireflight, Sandstorm, with Wreckers and Silverbolt in the background
In Response to:
hellsangelcurseSummary: If Fireflight had to give it all up for Sandstorm, he probably would. Unrepentantly waff-y.
“Status?”
“Not good. The rubble’s too unstable for us to start moving without knowing the conditions of the interior, Sandstorm hasn’t responded to any queries and Topspin’s sensors are picking up a couple internal leaks that’s got him worried. The only opening we can find is too small for any of us to fit through, let alone put a scanner in.”
“What’re our options?”
“Either wait until he onlines- which we don’t know when that’ll be and, like I said, Spin’s worried about those leaks –or attempt to excavate and hope we don’t bring the place down on him.”
“Not good enough. What about Twist’s photoacoustic imager?”
“The opening hooks around too sharply, we can’t get the filament in far enough. Can’t even send in Whirl, it’s too tight.”
“Heads up, Chief. Problem coming at ya.”
“What- scrap.”
“Where is he?”
“Hang on a klik, Fireflight.”
“Is he at least okay? You’re all just standing around intensely so something happened. Where is he?”
“He… he’s offline, trapped under the rubble. We can’t get him out.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t know the situation inside, one wrong move to collapse the whole thing.”
“Can’t anyone fit in that hole?”
“We’re too big.”
“Topspin, are you capable of removing my wings?”
“…your wings? That’s… that’s a damn lot of sensors I’d be cinching off, the sensory loss may overload your processor.”
“Without my wings, I’m smaller than all of you.”
“I… I don’t…”
“If he’s committed to the idea, do it. We don’t have any other options.”
“Alright. Flight- over this way.”
~*~*~*~
Very slowly he onlined, one sluggish system at a time. Errors and warnings flickered dully across his HUD, garbled in confused characters. His sensors tried to pick out the area around him, but the signal kept fluctuating. The only thing he knew for certain was someone was pressed against his side, draped over his hood and stroking over the crumpled metal softly, murmuring soft sounds to him.
“…Flight?”
“You’re online.” Came the tight reply. Sandstorm could feel the jet pressing even closer to his sidepanels.
“What… you doing here?” Sandstorm’s engine grunted tiredly. He didn’t have the room to transform out of his FAV mode, but with the way Fireflight stroked against him, he didn’t much care. His sensors managed to pick up something strange. “Your wings…?”
“Had them taken off. I couldn’t get in with them on.”
“Why?”
“Because no one else could get down here.”
Sandstorm wanted to say so many things, that it was dangerous and stupid of Fireflight to risk something like that. Wanted to say how brave it was for Fireflight to fight against the dark and enclosed when Sandstorm knew it scared him so much. Wanted to say how he wasn’t worth Fireflight losing his wings over. Instead he slouched on his axles and pressed against the Aerialbot’s chestplate. “Thank you,” he rumbled low, “for being here.”
In response, Fireflight settled himself more fully across Sandstorm’s hood. The triplechanger didn’t have the spark to tell him his weight was pressing Sandstorm’s tender undercarriage into the jagged floor. He pushed away the signals of pain, reveling in Fireflight’s familiar presence, instead. He wished he at least had arms so he could hold the smaller mech.
“What does your internal diagnostics say?” Fireflight asked, hand idly tracing over the quick armored curves of the car.
“I… think they got knocked offline. Getting just jumbles.”
“Switch off.” Fireflight nuzzled at his headlight. “I’ll be right here.”
“But…”
“It’s okay. I’m here.”
Sandstorm hesitated, but low power levels and that comfortable warmth was a lulling siren. He suspended his systems and rested against Fireflight, engine a soft, trusting purr. In any other circumstance Fireflight would’ve followed the lead and recharge himself, but his worry for the readings he was getting from Sandstorm kept him up. He shot a glance at the imager he’d brought down, continually scanning the small space and feeding the information back to the Wreckers above. He hoped they figure out what to do soon. Fireflight pressed as tight against Sandstorm as possible and just focused on the rhythm of his engine.
“Fireflight.”
He almost shouted out a quick ‘Thank Primus!’, but bit it back as he answered his comm. “Scoop, do you have a plan yet?”
“Yeah, we got it figured out. We’re going to send a couple support beams for you to set up. Once you’re back up top, we’ll start digging him out.”
“Is it okay if I stay here?”
A long silence followed. “Stay? But don’t- I mean, would you-”
“I want to stay with Sandstorm. I won’t get in the way, will I?”
“Well… no.”
“Fireflight.”
His spark simultaneously swelled and shrunk. “Hiya, ‘Bolt. You… don’t need me for anything, do you?” Even if Sandstorm understood it- even if Fireflight understood that Sandstorm would do the same for his own team –sometimes it just broke at him having to choose his brothers over the mech that had come to mean so much to him.
“Everything’s fine up here. You’ll be okay down there?”
“Yes.”
“If it gets too frightening, you just say the word and we’ll pull you out quick, okay?”
“Okay.”
There was the warm, tender rumble of Silverbolt’s laughter on the other end of the line. “We’ll be waiting for you, nut.”
Fireflight just smiled to himself and kept stroking over Sandstorm’s body, grateful for such understanding brothers. Even if he hated the dark and the tight, he’d be fine so long as he had Sandstorm.
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Date: 2008-05-15 08:08 pm (UTC)Oh Flight you sweetheart!
Thank you!
Now excuse me while I reread this.
(Although it does practically beg for a sequel and a prequel...
What can I say I'm greedy for Flight/Sandy)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-05-15 08:23 pm (UTC)Love it!! *adds FF/SS to my mem-tags* Ithink this cinched this 'ship for me :) ♥
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Date: 2008-05-16 03:11 am (UTC)And glee! Another convert!
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Date: 2008-05-15 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-19 06:43 am (UTC)Blueprowl has a fic about that on DeviantArt, Fireflight and Bluestreak get a litter of kittens by charming the heck outta all the other Autobots... XD It's one of the cutest things out there.
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Date: 2008-06-19 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 03:20 pm (UTC)Please let there be a sequel (where Sandy gets to do something sweet/selfless for flight)!
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Date: 2008-05-16 06:47 pm (UTC)I'll see if I can't scrounge up a sequel since it seems people want it XD
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Date: 2008-08-02 05:16 am (UTC)I love this one!
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Date: 2009-10-08 04:04 am (UTC)