dracoqueen22 | Flash Fiction Fills (Take 28) Part One

a/n: Posting these before the day is up. I've been in front of the computer, typing the day away. *grins* First three of eight!

For dellessanna
Prompt: Megatron/Orion Pax, politics

Fandom: TF: Prime, pre-S1. Warnings: Spoilers, I guess, if you don't know about Megatron and Orion's history in TFP.

“Tell me more.”

Megatronus glanced from the datapad the mech had tossed to the table in front of him and then back to the mech himself. He was a civilian, that much Megatronus could tell. There was an innocence to his optics, to the way he carried himself. And while he didn't bear the strong, heavy frame of a gladiator, there was something appealing about him. Something Megatronus couldn't quite place.

Perhaps it was the way the mech, Orion Pax, looked at him. Without a trace of fear despite knowing Megatronus to be a killer. His optics were naïve, but also oddly searing, looking right through Megatronus to his core.

Megatronus fought off a twitch as his medic yanked a torn wire too hard, tossing the medic an irritated look. “Are you aware you're reading contraband?” he asked with a smirk, without looking at Orion.

He registered Orion leaning forward from his proximity sensors, planting his palms on the table. “From what I've read, you're not a mech who bothers about such trivial laws.”

“Point.” Megatronus glanced at his medic. He was as fixed as he needed to be. His self-repair could handle the rest. “Leave us.”

He waited until the arena medic left the room before he spoke again. “What do you want to know, Orion Pax?”

Here the archivist displayed his first true hesitation until finally he said, “Everything.” Orion paused, his blue optics boring into Megatronus' own. “You... you're right. What you demand, it's not unreasonable. Though I would be claiming a lie if I said I'd considered it before.”

Megatronus arched an orbital ridge. “Oh?”

Heat rose in Orion's faceplate, visible even to Megatronus. “Until I read your declaration, I didn't know the name of what I was searching for.”

Megatronus leaned forward, ignoring the painful twinge in his shoulder joint. “And you know now?”

Gone was the hesitation. “Yes,” Orion replied.

Interesting. Megatronus' lips curved into a smirk. He sat back in his seat, lounging on the wide sofa. “Take a seat, Orion Pax,” he said, gesturing to the open chair opposite the table from him. “And tell me what it is that you want.”

For rionarch
Prompt: Selphie in charge

Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII, post-game. Warnings: None.

“Okay, troops!” Selphie paced back and forth in front of the squad Squall had assigned to her, with her serious face on. “We've got a dangerous mission today and our Commander has entrusted us to make sure it's carried out quickly, accurately, and without a single injury. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to disappoint.” Beaming, she looked over her squad once again.

The half-dozen SEED candidates stared back at her, standing rigid in their formal stance. Only one of them dared raise a hand, and even that was hesitant, as though asking a mere question were frowned upon.

Selphie paused, hand on her hip, pointing to the SEED. “I see a question! What is it, cadet?”

“If you don't mind, Instructor Tilmitt. What exactly is our mission?”

Oh, yes. She supposed they would need to know that, wouldn't they? She grinned. “Simple. But enough of a challenge to make things interesting.” She pointed behind her, to the gaping maw in the cliffside where a dark cavern looked entirely uninviting. “Legend says that there's a GF in there and we aim to recruit.”

“A GF?” Another one of the cadets – Silvers if she remembered correctly – repeated. “Are we ready for that kind of battle?”

“Of course we are!” Selphie drew up straight, puffing out her chest. “We're SEEDs aren't we? Ready to show our stuff. You! What's your skill?” She pointed to another of her squad, someone named Beck.

“Ammunitions!” he barked, and then smirked. “I like to make things go boom.”

Selphie grinned. “Then you and me have something in common.” She whirled toward the next cadets – Rhydon and Brass. “You and you. What about your skills?”

“Sniper!”

“Bladed weapons!”

Selphie turned back toward Silvers. “See? And that's only half of us. We're more than ready to take on this Kjata. Don't you think?”

Silver snapped to attention. “Sir, yes, ma'am.”

Selphie laughed and whipped out her nunchucks, slinging them over her shoulder. “That's what I thought. Now let's get us a GF!” Rousing cheers echoed behind her.

For azardarkstar
Prompt: Jazz, Blaster, Bluestreak, and Twins, Celebration

Fandom: Transformers G1. Warnings: "alcohol", cursing, inebriation, mocking of the Decepticons.

“So then Megatron shows up with a giant purple griffin!” Sideswipe says and bursts into laughter, nearly spilling his cube of high grade.

“No way!” Blaster cackles, one hand slapping Sideswipe's chestplate as he leans against the red twin. “Why?”

“Who cares?” Sunstreaker shrugs, reaching across Jazz for the stack of energon that the Special Ops mech had provided for them. “I'm just glad it was destroyed. That thing was hideous.”

Bluestreak shakes his helm, laughter making his frame shake. “It was pretty bad. But not as bad as the one time Megatron's newest grand plan was to enslave the humans. Like human labor is faster or stronger than ours.” Bluestreak giggles again, prodding Jazz in the side. “Can I have some more?” he asks, giving the mech his most innocent look.

“I think mebbe ya've had enough,” Jazz says, but his words are completely overridden by Sideswipe's loud guffaw.

“Or,” he says, vents heaving as he struggles to control himself. “Remember the time that Astrotrain and Blitzwing tried to take over the Decepticons?”

“What? Was old Screamer on vacation or something?” Blaster jokes, and he and Sideswipe clink energon cubes.

“Good one,” the red twin chortles.

Sunstreaker shakes his helm. “Idiots,” he mutters.

“I haven't had nearly enough!” Bluestreak argues, snuggling up to Jazz. “I only had one and everyone else had at least three and it's just not fair that you treat me like a youngling when I'm older than both of them!” He points at the twins accusingly. “Come on, Jazz. Just one more. Please?”

“We're celebratin, Jazz-bot,” Blaster says, adding in his two creds. “What could it hurt?”

Jazz, surrendering under Bluestreak's big optics, hands over another cube. “Better volunteer to get him to a berth then.”

“Not it!” the twins chorus at the same time, and then shift to glaring at each other.

“He's a clingy drunk!” Sunstreaker says.

“And if we're not allowed to interface him silly then it's no fun,” Sideswipe adds.

Bluestreak pouts. “You guys are mean.”

Blaster laughs. “Blue, by the end of the night, we're all gonna need an escort to berth.”

“I'll drink to that,” Jazz says, a grin curving his lips. “Slaggin' right.”

a/n: Five more to come. I just have to get off my tail and write them. Hope you enjoyed!