[Transformers G1] The Game Begins
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dracoqueen22Title: The Game Begins
Universe: G1, Apple a Day part six
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Rated: K+
Warnings: None
When he comes back to their shared quarters after a long day of patrolling in the wet and muck, with a whiny Tracks as his patrol partner, there's nothing Sideswipe wants more than a hot shower and to fall into his berth.
He keys open the door, pulls the lights up to half-power and slogs through the accumulated mess on their floor toward the berth. He tips forward, landing faceplate first on the soft plush of the berth.
Something taps against his arm.
Sideswipe turns his helm, optics squinting at the innocent-looking box sitting on the berth. It's brown, cardboard he thinks, and there's a cheerful red bow wrapped around it. Also, there's a tag.
He sits up, curious and excited. He can't think of a reason why anyone would be sending them a present. No human holidays. No Cybertronian holidays.
Sideswipe reaches for the gift with visible glee only to stop, fingers hovering in mid-air.
It is a well-known fact that Sideswipe occasionally likes to engage in prank wars. There are a few bots on this base who owe him one or a dozen. This could be a prank.
He rises up on his pedes and then back down again, indecisive. He crouches down, moves around the box, inspects it from all angles. He turns up his audials; no sounds of possible bombs or explosively messy contents.
Sideswipe frowns, bombarding the box with a few scans. They all come back clean. Nothing poisonous. Nothing explosive. It's not moving so there can't be anything living inside. His irrational fear of hamsters is still a closely guarded secret...
Sideswipe straightens. He's a frontliner, fraggit. He's not going to be afraid of a box!
He reaches for it again, turning the box with ridiculous care so that he can read the namecard attached to the happy bow.
“For the two idiots in hopes that they'll keep themselves from being scrapped for a day so I can get some fragged rest. Enjoy.”
It's from Ratchet.
Sideswipe's optics round and he takes a step back. His wariness snaps up another notch. The frag? Why would Ratchet send them anything?
He's not sure he wants to open it. Sideswipe tentatively pokes the box. The cheerful bow jiggles.
All right. Plan B.
--Uh, Sunny?--
--Don't fragging call me that!--
Someone's in a slag poor mood today. --If I told you Ratchet sent us a gift today, would you believe me?--
There's a long moment of silence before his twin responds, --What the frag are you talking about, Sideswipe?--
--There's a box on our berth from Ratchet.--
A huff of annoyance and curiosity comes across their bond. --What's in it?--
Sideswipe scratches at his faceplate. --I don't know.--
--You fraggin' glitch! Open the box!--
Sideswipe glares at the gift. --No, duh, Sunstreaker. The thought never occurred to me. Oh yeah, except for the fact that it could be a trap! Or a prank! Or dangerous!-- He throws up his hands, though Sunstreaker can't see the gesture.
--Don't be a coward.--
He is absolutely not a coward. Caution doesn't make him a coward! How many times has Prowl tried to knock that into his helm?
--Fine,-- Sideswipe snarls, snatching the box off the berth. --I'll open it.--
Before he can convince himself otherwise, Sideswipe rips off the outer paper layer and throws the bow over his shoulder. The box has been sealed with a few strips of scotch tape, easy enough to snap. Sideswipe drags the edge of a finger over the tape.
The four flaps of the lid pop up a fraction once freed from the tape. Nothing leaps out of the box to attack. Sideswipe's spark skips a pulse or two.
--Well?-- Sunstreaker prompts impatiently.
Sideswipe ignores his twin for a moment. He carefully sets the box on the floor, peels back the four flaps, then circles around the box again. He peers into it, flicking on his headlights to illuminate the contents.
Something red and round. Something flat and rectangular. And something cube-like and silver. Another hasty scan comes back negative for poisonous or explosive materials.
Sideswipe, daring to be brave again, reaches into the package and pulls out the three items. He stares at them blankly.
--Sideswipe! What is it?-- Sunstreaker demands. --I swear to Primus that if I have to come down there...--
--A datapad,-- Sideswipe answers, rather perplexed. --A tin of that special wax you like. And for some reason, an apple.--
For a long moment, nothing but silence buzzes across their connection.
Sideswipe lets the quiet fester as he powers up the datapad, cycling through the listed documents. His jaw drops. There's nothing but detective mysteries and thrillers on here. Stuff like Sherlock Holmes and stories by John Grisham and other human writers. How Ratchet had gotten these books on the datapad baffles Sideswipe. He would have had to painstakingly scan each and every one, or at least convince Spike and Chip to help him.
Whoa.
--An apple?-- Sunstreaker finally manages to splutter.
--Yeah.-- Sideswipe pauses as he flicks through the multitudes of novels on the nearly full datapad. --Uhh. Why would Ratchet send us presents?--
--How the frag should I know!--
Sideswipe winces at the volume of his twin's reply. Sunstreaker is not being helpful at all. Someone must have scratched his paint or something. Luckily, they have a fresh new tin of his favorite wax now, certain to polish away that bad mood.
--We could ask him,-- Sideswipe suggests.
A rough laugh echoes across their comm. --I'll leave that particular risk to you.-- Sunstreaker abruptly cuts off their connection, leaving Sideswipe alone in his contemplations.
He honestly doesn't know what Ratchet's thinking. A present? Not a prank? And why the apple?
Shaking his helm, Sideswipe decides it's in his best interest to – what's the human phrase, 'not look a gift in the mouth'? He grabs the datapad, throws himself on his berth, and opens the first file. Sherlock Holmes: Hound of the Baskervilles.
Sweet.
***
a/n: Next update we discover another pairing that resulted from the "bet". I hope you enjoyed!
Oh, I am working on the flash fiction. It's just slow going. Darned RL is totally kicking me in the teeth. Alas.
Universe: G1, Apple a Day part six
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Rated: K+
Warnings: None
When he comes back to their shared quarters after a long day of patrolling in the wet and muck, with a whiny Tracks as his patrol partner, there's nothing Sideswipe wants more than a hot shower and to fall into his berth.
He keys open the door, pulls the lights up to half-power and slogs through the accumulated mess on their floor toward the berth. He tips forward, landing faceplate first on the soft plush of the berth.
Something taps against his arm.
Sideswipe turns his helm, optics squinting at the innocent-looking box sitting on the berth. It's brown, cardboard he thinks, and there's a cheerful red bow wrapped around it. Also, there's a tag.
He sits up, curious and excited. He can't think of a reason why anyone would be sending them a present. No human holidays. No Cybertronian holidays.
Sideswipe reaches for the gift with visible glee only to stop, fingers hovering in mid-air.
It is a well-known fact that Sideswipe occasionally likes to engage in prank wars. There are a few bots on this base who owe him one or a dozen. This could be a prank.
He rises up on his pedes and then back down again, indecisive. He crouches down, moves around the box, inspects it from all angles. He turns up his audials; no sounds of possible bombs or explosively messy contents.
Sideswipe frowns, bombarding the box with a few scans. They all come back clean. Nothing poisonous. Nothing explosive. It's not moving so there can't be anything living inside. His irrational fear of hamsters is still a closely guarded secret...
Sideswipe straightens. He's a frontliner, fraggit. He's not going to be afraid of a box!
He reaches for it again, turning the box with ridiculous care so that he can read the namecard attached to the happy bow.
“For the two idiots in hopes that they'll keep themselves from being scrapped for a day so I can get some fragged rest. Enjoy.”
It's from Ratchet.
Sideswipe's optics round and he takes a step back. His wariness snaps up another notch. The frag? Why would Ratchet send them anything?
He's not sure he wants to open it. Sideswipe tentatively pokes the box. The cheerful bow jiggles.
All right. Plan B.
--Uh, Sunny?--
--Don't fragging call me that!--
Someone's in a slag poor mood today. --If I told you Ratchet sent us a gift today, would you believe me?--
There's a long moment of silence before his twin responds, --What the frag are you talking about, Sideswipe?--
--There's a box on our berth from Ratchet.--
A huff of annoyance and curiosity comes across their bond. --What's in it?--
Sideswipe scratches at his faceplate. --I don't know.--
--You fraggin' glitch! Open the box!--
Sideswipe glares at the gift. --No, duh, Sunstreaker. The thought never occurred to me. Oh yeah, except for the fact that it could be a trap! Or a prank! Or dangerous!-- He throws up his hands, though Sunstreaker can't see the gesture.
--Don't be a coward.--
He is absolutely not a coward. Caution doesn't make him a coward! How many times has Prowl tried to knock that into his helm?
--Fine,-- Sideswipe snarls, snatching the box off the berth. --I'll open it.--
Before he can convince himself otherwise, Sideswipe rips off the outer paper layer and throws the bow over his shoulder. The box has been sealed with a few strips of scotch tape, easy enough to snap. Sideswipe drags the edge of a finger over the tape.
The four flaps of the lid pop up a fraction once freed from the tape. Nothing leaps out of the box to attack. Sideswipe's spark skips a pulse or two.
--Well?-- Sunstreaker prompts impatiently.
Sideswipe ignores his twin for a moment. He carefully sets the box on the floor, peels back the four flaps, then circles around the box again. He peers into it, flicking on his headlights to illuminate the contents.
Something red and round. Something flat and rectangular. And something cube-like and silver. Another hasty scan comes back negative for poisonous or explosive materials.
Sideswipe, daring to be brave again, reaches into the package and pulls out the three items. He stares at them blankly.
--Sideswipe! What is it?-- Sunstreaker demands. --I swear to Primus that if I have to come down there...--
--A datapad,-- Sideswipe answers, rather perplexed. --A tin of that special wax you like. And for some reason, an apple.--
For a long moment, nothing but silence buzzes across their connection.
Sideswipe lets the quiet fester as he powers up the datapad, cycling through the listed documents. His jaw drops. There's nothing but detective mysteries and thrillers on here. Stuff like Sherlock Holmes and stories by John Grisham and other human writers. How Ratchet had gotten these books on the datapad baffles Sideswipe. He would have had to painstakingly scan each and every one, or at least convince Spike and Chip to help him.
Whoa.
--An apple?-- Sunstreaker finally manages to splutter.
--Yeah.-- Sideswipe pauses as he flicks through the multitudes of novels on the nearly full datapad. --Uhh. Why would Ratchet send us presents?--
--How the frag should I know!--
Sideswipe winces at the volume of his twin's reply. Sunstreaker is not being helpful at all. Someone must have scratched his paint or something. Luckily, they have a fresh new tin of his favorite wax now, certain to polish away that bad mood.
--We could ask him,-- Sideswipe suggests.
A rough laugh echoes across their comm. --I'll leave that particular risk to you.-- Sunstreaker abruptly cuts off their connection, leaving Sideswipe alone in his contemplations.
He honestly doesn't know what Ratchet's thinking. A present? Not a prank? And why the apple?
Shaking his helm, Sideswipe decides it's in his best interest to – what's the human phrase, 'not look a gift in the mouth'? He grabs the datapad, throws himself on his berth, and opens the first file. Sherlock Holmes: Hound of the Baskervilles.
Sweet.
a/n: Next update we discover another pairing that resulted from the "bet". I hope you enjoyed!
Oh, I am working on the flash fiction. It's just slow going. Darned RL is totally kicking me in the teeth. Alas.
