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ajremixSo I was in need of something to write. I wanted something happy, something fun, something with banter and something that was a break from the Wreckers. Azure prompted me and, even if her idea wasn’t exactly light and amusing, it was certainly fun (on my part). btw, the title is ironic, because this is just a one shot.
Title: And this is Just the Beginning…
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13 for some UST
Word Count: 1499
Characters: Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and a bit of Hound at the end.
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Summary: As a young officer, Prowl still had a lot to learn about dealing with troublemakers.
The murmuring of others traveling through the halls around him flowed over the barest surface of Prowl’s consciousness. He was aware of them, gave the world just enough attention he knew who and what was around him, and focused his attention on the reports he carried. They were simple things, check-ins from security, a cautionary warning on a patrol route, portions of the base in need of repairs, just enough to warrant his attention but easy to deal with as he went from one meeting to the next.
“Hey, you!”
A doorwing flickered errantly as he read over an energon dispenser needing to be repaired yet again. He made a mental note to simply have it replaced as soon as they were able to. It seemed the most logical of actions.
“Hey!”
As he turned the corner, Prowl easily sidestepped a harried mech carrying an arm full of supplies. The mech muttered a breathless apology while Prowl didn’t even hitch in his stride. Belatedly he heard a crash and knew the mech had run into someone. He hoped everyone involved learned their lesson about watching where they were going (as well as not carrying so much at once).
“Slaggin, Pit-rejected piece of-“
“Prowl! Wait up!”
At the sound of his name, the tactician stopped and turned. Automatically a long list of profiles scrolled through his memory, two files coming up at an instant as a red frontliner came ambling up with a careless smirk, a yellow one close behind, still snarling at the clumsy mech trying to regather his dropped supplies.
Prowl regarded them and their unlucky third-party with a disapproving crease to his lips but he addressed them amicably enough. “Sideswipe. Sunstreaker. Are you in need of anything?”
“We want to talk to you.” Sideswipe said simply. The sharp line of his smirk echoed the dark snarl of his brother and the intensity in both their optics. Superficially different but entirely the same underneath.
Sensing this ‘talk’ wasn’t to be held in a public venue, Prowl turned again. “Very well, follow me.” He shuffled around his schedule in his processor, thankful for the foresight in keeping free a measure of time in case a delay such as this ever happened.
He led the two of them into a conference room that wasn’t set to be used for another few cycles. Prowl certainly hoped this discussion wouldn’t take too long. Time set aside or not, it wasn’t nearly that much he had to spare. Given the two soldiers a distant, even look he asked, “What do you require of me?”
It didn’t even take conscious thought to hold back the flicker of surprise as Sunstreaker strode up to him and Sideswipe wandered off a little as if he’d never been in the room before (which was likely, given his lack of rank). However, it took a bit of an effort to stop from stepping back or letting his optics widen minutely as Sunstreaker moved until he was just barely not-touching Prowl at the same moment Sideswipe was almost pressed up in the space between his doorwings. If Prowl rocked his weight either forward or backward, he’d brush up against either of the brothers and so held himself so carefully, perfectly still.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sunstreaker hissed in a low, aggressive rumble. It rattled the air between him and his brother and reverberated all along Prowl’s body. He had to clamp down on the urge to shudder. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
The tactician didn’t shrink at the harsh glower, didn’t twitch a cable, didn’t even tilt his head asides from looking Sunstreaker in the optics. “Explain what you mean.”
“That punishment you gave us.” Air flowed over Prowl’s audio receptor and he hid a jolt through long years of discipline only. Sideswipe’s lips didn’t touch the side of his helmet, but Prowl could feel them moving all the same. His tone didn’t hold the same underlying aggression Sunstreaker’s did, but it was just as deadly and just as promising. “What were you thinking when you assigned it?”
“It is a fair and just punishment. I fail to see what has upset you.”
Sunstreaker’s face was twisted in a snarl and somehow no less beautiful; like a dark, violent Pit-demon trying to lord over the smaller mech. “You’re not our superior officer.”
“No.” He amended. “But punishment had to be dolled out.” Prowl dipped his head slightly, just enough to look at Sunstreaker from under his chevron and, though he didn’t turn towards the other twin, addressed Sideswipe just as equally. “Your superior has a tendency of overreacting to your actions. I was merely taking the issue off of his hands.”
“So that’s it, huh?” At Sideswipe’s voice echoing around in his head, Prowl reflexively flickered a doorwing. It brushed against the fighter’s arm and instinctively froze. “Were you just trying to get our attention?”
“Well you have it.” Some how the miniscule space between he and Sunstreaker diminished and the two were still not touching. The expression was challenging, daring Prowl to back down. “Now what are you going to do?”
He stood quietly between the two, refusing to let them see the slight trembling within. Had he really been so naïve to think, after Jazz and Springer, he was prepared to deal with anything? These two were everything his fellow officers were not: unstable, dangerous, predatory. They wore their confidence like a naked blade on their side. Always on display and ready to be unleashed and draw blood the moment they saw a weakness. Prowl would not be intimidated by them. He wouldn’t allow himself to be.
“Go about my day as I had planned.” He said flatly, clamping down on the vague hint of a tremor in his vocalizer. He couldn’t understand what angle, exactly, they were working towards. Part of Prowl tensed, waiting for either of the two to attack him. Part of him clenched and flexed inside, sensors incredibly heightened, too aware of their proximity, of their dark seductiveness, of their watching him as if he were the only thing in the universe worth their attention. Prowl berated himself for underestimating them, taking all his will to keep from falling against them to let them do what they wished.
Sunstreaker leaned in, tilting his head just so to keep from brushing against the flat red chevron or smooth curve of his audio receptor. Prowl couldn’t help but flick his optics to watch him, found his gaze frozen right on his periphery. Both twins’ lips curved the same dark, promising smile, hungry and knowing exactly what it was Prowl was watching. Too close. Far too close, but Prowl would not let himself be the first one to step back.
The words were in Sunstreaker’s voice, but Prowl suddenly had trouble distinguishing one set of lips from another. The perfectly crafted mouths inviting, daring, almost touching Prowl, almost touching each other. “You’re not too bad for an officer.” The words some how transformed in the tactician’s processor to say, ‘You belong to us now’ and he barely kept the doorwing trapped between the two from trembling violently.
Then their lips disappeared along with their heat and vibrations and Prowl suddenly felt like he could cycle air through his systems again. The twins didn’t give him a second look, just moved through the conference room and into the hall, owning it as they did everything else they came across. Through the open door Prowl saw Hound stare at their retreating backs and then look into the room. Prowl was barely able to pull a chair out before he collapsed in it with as much dignity as he was able to muster.
Hound approached him with a sympathetic smile. “They didn’t frighten you too much, did they? They like making an impression on all the new officers.”
They certainly made an impression, Prowl didn’t say. “They do have a certain presence about them.” He admitted softly.
“That’s putting it lightly. Are you okay?”
“They did not touch me.”
“Oh, they wouldn’t. Not yet, anyway.” Hound offered out his hand. At first the tactician didn’t reach for it, but he could feel the shaking in his legs and knew he wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a moment. The scout’s hand was warm and gentle and had the texture of earth. Some part of Prowl was disappointed by this. “I think you’re safe from them. Well, safe from the sort of terror they generally strike in officers. You impressed them.”
At the questioning look, Hound’s friendly smile grew into something knowing and amused. “No one ever stood up for them. And judging from their expressions, you’re a challenge. They’ll keep on you until you break, you know. They’ll never leave you alone.”
With his composure gathered tightly around him again, Prowl replied smoothly, “They will come to find that I will not easily break.” Inside his spark fluttered, anxious to have them try.
Title: And this is Just the Beginning…
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13 for some UST
Word Count: 1499
Characters: Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and a bit of Hound at the end.
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ianam1983Summary: As a young officer, Prowl still had a lot to learn about dealing with troublemakers.
The murmuring of others traveling through the halls around him flowed over the barest surface of Prowl’s consciousness. He was aware of them, gave the world just enough attention he knew who and what was around him, and focused his attention on the reports he carried. They were simple things, check-ins from security, a cautionary warning on a patrol route, portions of the base in need of repairs, just enough to warrant his attention but easy to deal with as he went from one meeting to the next.
“Hey, you!”
A doorwing flickered errantly as he read over an energon dispenser needing to be repaired yet again. He made a mental note to simply have it replaced as soon as they were able to. It seemed the most logical of actions.
“Hey!”
As he turned the corner, Prowl easily sidestepped a harried mech carrying an arm full of supplies. The mech muttered a breathless apology while Prowl didn’t even hitch in his stride. Belatedly he heard a crash and knew the mech had run into someone. He hoped everyone involved learned their lesson about watching where they were going (as well as not carrying so much at once).
“Slaggin, Pit-rejected piece of-“
“Prowl! Wait up!”
At the sound of his name, the tactician stopped and turned. Automatically a long list of profiles scrolled through his memory, two files coming up at an instant as a red frontliner came ambling up with a careless smirk, a yellow one close behind, still snarling at the clumsy mech trying to regather his dropped supplies.
Prowl regarded them and their unlucky third-party with a disapproving crease to his lips but he addressed them amicably enough. “Sideswipe. Sunstreaker. Are you in need of anything?”
“We want to talk to you.” Sideswipe said simply. The sharp line of his smirk echoed the dark snarl of his brother and the intensity in both their optics. Superficially different but entirely the same underneath.
Sensing this ‘talk’ wasn’t to be held in a public venue, Prowl turned again. “Very well, follow me.” He shuffled around his schedule in his processor, thankful for the foresight in keeping free a measure of time in case a delay such as this ever happened.
He led the two of them into a conference room that wasn’t set to be used for another few cycles. Prowl certainly hoped this discussion wouldn’t take too long. Time set aside or not, it wasn’t nearly that much he had to spare. Given the two soldiers a distant, even look he asked, “What do you require of me?”
It didn’t even take conscious thought to hold back the flicker of surprise as Sunstreaker strode up to him and Sideswipe wandered off a little as if he’d never been in the room before (which was likely, given his lack of rank). However, it took a bit of an effort to stop from stepping back or letting his optics widen minutely as Sunstreaker moved until he was just barely not-touching Prowl at the same moment Sideswipe was almost pressed up in the space between his doorwings. If Prowl rocked his weight either forward or backward, he’d brush up against either of the brothers and so held himself so carefully, perfectly still.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Sunstreaker hissed in a low, aggressive rumble. It rattled the air between him and his brother and reverberated all along Prowl’s body. He had to clamp down on the urge to shudder. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
The tactician didn’t shrink at the harsh glower, didn’t twitch a cable, didn’t even tilt his head asides from looking Sunstreaker in the optics. “Explain what you mean.”
“That punishment you gave us.” Air flowed over Prowl’s audio receptor and he hid a jolt through long years of discipline only. Sideswipe’s lips didn’t touch the side of his helmet, but Prowl could feel them moving all the same. His tone didn’t hold the same underlying aggression Sunstreaker’s did, but it was just as deadly and just as promising. “What were you thinking when you assigned it?”
“It is a fair and just punishment. I fail to see what has upset you.”
Sunstreaker’s face was twisted in a snarl and somehow no less beautiful; like a dark, violent Pit-demon trying to lord over the smaller mech. “You’re not our superior officer.”
“No.” He amended. “But punishment had to be dolled out.” Prowl dipped his head slightly, just enough to look at Sunstreaker from under his chevron and, though he didn’t turn towards the other twin, addressed Sideswipe just as equally. “Your superior has a tendency of overreacting to your actions. I was merely taking the issue off of his hands.”
“So that’s it, huh?” At Sideswipe’s voice echoing around in his head, Prowl reflexively flickered a doorwing. It brushed against the fighter’s arm and instinctively froze. “Were you just trying to get our attention?”
“Well you have it.” Some how the miniscule space between he and Sunstreaker diminished and the two were still not touching. The expression was challenging, daring Prowl to back down. “Now what are you going to do?”
He stood quietly between the two, refusing to let them see the slight trembling within. Had he really been so naïve to think, after Jazz and Springer, he was prepared to deal with anything? These two were everything his fellow officers were not: unstable, dangerous, predatory. They wore their confidence like a naked blade on their side. Always on display and ready to be unleashed and draw blood the moment they saw a weakness. Prowl would not be intimidated by them. He wouldn’t allow himself to be.
“Go about my day as I had planned.” He said flatly, clamping down on the vague hint of a tremor in his vocalizer. He couldn’t understand what angle, exactly, they were working towards. Part of Prowl tensed, waiting for either of the two to attack him. Part of him clenched and flexed inside, sensors incredibly heightened, too aware of their proximity, of their dark seductiveness, of their watching him as if he were the only thing in the universe worth their attention. Prowl berated himself for underestimating them, taking all his will to keep from falling against them to let them do what they wished.
Sunstreaker leaned in, tilting his head just so to keep from brushing against the flat red chevron or smooth curve of his audio receptor. Prowl couldn’t help but flick his optics to watch him, found his gaze frozen right on his periphery. Both twins’ lips curved the same dark, promising smile, hungry and knowing exactly what it was Prowl was watching. Too close. Far too close, but Prowl would not let himself be the first one to step back.
The words were in Sunstreaker’s voice, but Prowl suddenly had trouble distinguishing one set of lips from another. The perfectly crafted mouths inviting, daring, almost touching Prowl, almost touching each other. “You’re not too bad for an officer.” The words some how transformed in the tactician’s processor to say, ‘You belong to us now’ and he barely kept the doorwing trapped between the two from trembling violently.
Then their lips disappeared along with their heat and vibrations and Prowl suddenly felt like he could cycle air through his systems again. The twins didn’t give him a second look, just moved through the conference room and into the hall, owning it as they did everything else they came across. Through the open door Prowl saw Hound stare at their retreating backs and then look into the room. Prowl was barely able to pull a chair out before he collapsed in it with as much dignity as he was able to muster.
Hound approached him with a sympathetic smile. “They didn’t frighten you too much, did they? They like making an impression on all the new officers.”
They certainly made an impression, Prowl didn’t say. “They do have a certain presence about them.” He admitted softly.
“That’s putting it lightly. Are you okay?”
“They did not touch me.”
“Oh, they wouldn’t. Not yet, anyway.” Hound offered out his hand. At first the tactician didn’t reach for it, but he could feel the shaking in his legs and knew he wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a moment. The scout’s hand was warm and gentle and had the texture of earth. Some part of Prowl was disappointed by this. “I think you’re safe from them. Well, safe from the sort of terror they generally strike in officers. You impressed them.”
At the questioning look, Hound’s friendly smile grew into something knowing and amused. “No one ever stood up for them. And judging from their expressions, you’re a challenge. They’ll keep on you until you break, you know. They’ll never leave you alone.”
With his composure gathered tightly around him again, Prowl replied smoothly, “They will come to find that I will not easily break.” Inside his spark fluttered, anxious to have them try.
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Date: 2008-07-24 07:41 am (UTC)Terrifying and kind of sexy all in one. Thanks for sharing that! -goes back to read again-
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Date: 2008-07-24 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-24 08:43 am (UTC)That. Was. PERFECT. *adds to personal canon*
Inside his spark fluttered, anxious to have them try.
WIN!
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Date: 2008-07-24 10:27 am (UTC)Ooh~! That's just so perfectly right. It was wonderful how you pulled this off. Built up the tension, and now you're leaving us hanging by not continuing this. Poo.
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Date: 2008-07-24 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-24 09:23 pm (UTC)I would be very interested to see a continuation of this even though you listed this as a one-shot. There is certainly room for multiple chapters.
To see how the twins choose to pursue this. To see how long it takes and what significant event/events it takes to break Prowl. For he is surely correct in saying he will not break easily. And I suspect the fighting ranks of the base would know soon enough that the twins have laid claim to him.
"Hound’s friendly smile grew into something knowing and amused."
Heck, Hound figured out a lot just by seeing the two leaving the room and Prowls post talk reaction.
“No one ever stood up for them." Is certainly a line that I think would catch the attention of Prowl's sense of fairness. As obviously that sense of fairness was caught earlier when he "assigned punishement" in place of the twins direct superior officer who apparently has a tendency to overreact to the twins actions.
Anyway, as you can see I was impressed with your storyline. Tee whole thing was well paced and well executed. No rushing.
Again, awesome writing.
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Date: 2008-07-25 06:31 am (UTC)That's always one thing about Prowl that I think some people tend to miss. He's always by-the-book and lives for rules and structure, yes. But what's the point in having rules and laws? To be fair and just.
I don't know if this will go anywhere- as of right now I don't have any idea on how to continue it. But, who knows? I've had plenty of other one-shots that grew into two or more chapters. Inspiration may strike later.
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Date: 2008-07-24 11:14 pm (UTC)I can't help but repeating what others have already said. The tension and way you've set up this lovely interaction has me wanting more. Alas, it's a oneshot, but I still thoroughly enjoyed this well-written story. ^^
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Date: 2008-07-25 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-08-02 10:57 pm (UTC)more? XD
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Date: 2012-02-01 01:28 am (UTC)I really loved this. It was utterly sexy, and I had myself on the edge of my seat the whole time, wanting the twins to move in just a tiny bit more...