Cyborg (2)

Jul. 22nd, 2008 11:13 pm
quidamling: (duckie)
Title: Cyborg: Ulterior Motive
'Verse:  [livejournal.com profile] cubicality  's Machine-verse, with warps and reflections.
Characters / Pairings: Ironhide/Ratchet
Summary: Ratchet's meeting is not what he was expecting.  All get more than they bargained for.
Rating: R, eventual fighting, pain and angst. Things fall apart.
Warnings: Minimal here, a fight.  Mild mech gore?
AN: Bold is bond-speak, silent communication just between pairs.  And umm.  Massive credit where credit is due.  I do pic fics, apparently.  This (will make sense later) was to community.livejournal.com/tf2007fun/854482.html

Disclaimer: No, I am poor, don't own anything. I just push them around into situations I find amusing. They belong to Hasbro/Dreamworks/rich people.

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2 - Ulterior Motive )

Cyborg (1)

Jul. 6th, 2008 01:15 am
quidamling: (Sea lion)

Title:  Cyborg: Innocent Request
'Verse: [info]moya_koordinat 's Machine-verse, with warps and reflections.
Characters / Pairings:  Ironhide/Ratchet
Summary:  Some time in the future, Autobots have been under the radar except for the government's awareness.
Rating: R, eventual fighting, pain and angst.  Things fall apart.
Warnings:  There be mech/mech smex here.
AN: 
Umm.  Massive credit where credit is due.  I do pic fics, apparently.  This (will make sense later) was to http://community.livejournal.com/tf2007fun/854482.html


Disclaimer: No, I am poor, don't own anything. I just push them around into situations I find amusing.  They belong to Hasbro/Dreamworks/rich people.

 

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quidamling: (Sea lion)
Ruu ♥ is such a good supplier.  XD
Umm, 'Jack and 'Hide?  Y/N?


Title:  Caution: Volatile Mixture
'Verse: Cracky RP-verse
Characters / Pairings:  Wheeljack/Ironhide/Ratchet
Summary:  Ratchet apparently keeps both Wheeljack and Ironhide sane.  They go a little nuts without him.
Rating: R?  Is it actually even seks sans bits?
Warnings:  Mech/mech, blah blah.  Not even sparks.  Minimal warnings, I swears.
AN: 
Umm.  Yeah?


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Fuck the French!... )
quidamling: (duckie)
Apologies, this rolled around in brain a lot and had to make it get out.

Jumped off of SC's 50 sentence fic.
http://community.livejournal.com/4_cubic_metres/7627.html#cutid1


"#19 - Soul - When the last phrase ends, he finds himself staring stupidly at the Topkick - and here he thought the old lugnut couldn't tell A# from the aft-end of a camshaft."

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quidamling: (duckie)
Response to SC's "Times; 1" fic.  Which was sorta promised and never delivered.  Till I have other things I should be doing, then the bunnies attack. 

And for this, I blame:
1) the lines in SC's bit that seem like 'Hide is speaking from personal experience...
2) the fact that Ratch is too damn good at Judo throws.

So yeah, ends up sneaking before hers chronologically.
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quidamling: (Seal)
Title:  Lost and Found
'Verse: Pre-'07 Movie (waaaaay Pre....)
Characters / Pairings:  Ironhide, Ratchet, a couple generic unnamed characters.
Summary:  Ratchet latched onto Ironhide from the moment he was sparked.  Until he wanders off and 'Hide seeks as protective instincts take over.
Rating: PG-13?  No clue on these...
Warnings:  Ironhide is a klutz, Ratchet ain't feeling too hot himself. 
AN: 
More messing around with youngling 'Hide and sparkling Ratch, follows soon after "Meeting".  Includes a spin on an orphaned RP moment that was determined to be.  Just my own little take on coming into being and growing up Cybertronian with some plot in there to make it interesting. 'Cause yeah, what creators would shackle their sparkling with that interesting chartreuse that Ratchet ends up choosing?  The blame is mine; my lil concept, my rules.

Disclaimer: No, I am poor, don't own anything. I just push them around into situations I find amusing.  They belong to Hasbro/Dreamworks/rich people.

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Meetings

Jun. 1st, 2008 11:20 pm
quidamling: (Seal)
Title:  Meetings
'Verse: Pre-'07 Movie (waaaaay Pre....)
Characters / Pairings:  Ironhide, Ratchet, moment of Chromia, assorted generic unnamed characters.
Summary:  Even as a youngling, Ironhide was often in the medbay.  Today is particularly interesting.
Rating: PG-13?  No clue on these...
Warnings:  Bully scuffle, it's Ironhide, 'course there's a fight.
AN: 
Mostly since [profile] moya_koordinat and I decided 'Hide has known Ratch for the medic's entire existence, so this little drabblet of how they met is almost defining the rules of the 'verse with a little bit of plot wrapped around it.  The blame is mine.

Disclaimer: No, I am poor, don't own anything. I just push them around into situations I find amusing.  They belong to Hasbro/Dreamworks/rich people.

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quidamling: (duckie)
Yeah, I just replayed the song until I hit an end point.  Breaking the rules.... blah blah.  Why there are only 3 until the muse ran away.

I have the Touch – Peter Gabriel

He was such a tactile mech.  Not the same sensory net as Jazz, to avoid being detected behind enemy lines.  Nor the sensitive panels flanking his back like Prowl and Bumblebee were equipped with, picking up vibrations, pressure, treble, bass, and wind motion to gather as much information for either retrieval or analysis.

No.  The sensitive pads were much more localized, and for less common but significantly more urgent matters. 

Ratchet’s hands. 

Letting the medic find and repair damage, touch deftly over injury to determine the cause of pain and fix it.  Ironhide loved those hands.  He always found comfort in them, the way those strong, lean digits could move over his frame.  After a battle, those hands had brought him back time and time again.  Flipping forth the required tools to clamp off an energon line as ‘Hide’s fuel drained away, coaxing an abused joint back into place, smoothing over injuries.  The frontliner had slipped into the uneasy recharge post-op with the CMO’s hand resting on his shoulder more times than he cared to count.  It always soothed his spark.

Now as those hands roamed over his faceplates, tracing the scrapes and finding their way to his lip components, shaking with delightful tremors from the attention Ironhide’s own hands were giving to the medic’s back and aft above him, the weapons specialist growled appreciatively.  He reveled in the other reason that he loved those hands.  Taking a single slim finger into his mouth and pressing it gently between his dental plates, the low mewl that escaped from Ratchet nearly made ‘Hide’s spark pulse hard enough to leap from his chamber.
 


The Impossible Dream (finale) – Man of La Mancha

The Prime had to keep positive, cling to the hope that someday Cybertronians would be a united species once again.  There was no real difference between an Autobot and a Decepticon, he was determined.  The Decepticon’s armor and weaponry modifications were to their frames, not their sparks.  It was not truly core programming.  Individuals changed factions, two sparklings of the same creators would sometimes choose opposing sides of the war.  So it came down to individual choices.  On some level they choose to never end the war.  Someday there would either be no one left to fight it, or they would choose to end it. 

He chose the latter.  That impossible positive determination was all he was.  After all, this Prime’s designation was Optimus.


 

How I Go - Yellowcard

Sometimes it was hard being the oldest remaining.  He should have been able to see so many come into being.  Instead, the images of all those he had failed to protect marched through his processors. Final stories told to flickering optics of the once-glories of Iacon, the theater and art in Kaon before it degraded to the bastardization drama of life and death in the gladiatorial arena, the wide metallic plains where radiation from the nearby star was converted to energon while turbofoxes hunted petrorabbits throughout the landscape.

He screamed.  Energon pouring out of a mangled chassis and onto the alien landscape.  He could have seen this planet’s sun coalesce, watched the planet cool from a ball of fire to an earthen sphere nearly covered by water.  Systems crashed, starved for their own life-giving liquid.  The fuel pump buried in his chassis kicked and fluttered, unknowing that there was nothing left to let flow through his energon lines.  Shockwave’s charred frame smoldered nearby, small consolation that he’d sent the fragger to the Matrix ahead of him.

No.  This isn’t it.  Can’t be how it ends.  He’d let them down.  For each that he had held in his arms as their spark slipped away he’d renewed a promise – to see the end of this war.  For each of them.  There was a promise to see their home rebuilt, and life returned.  He moaned, crying out a final time for his comrades.  He’d told the stories again and again to what seemed like deaf audios because every story he told was part of him, their history.  If he was gone, there was no one that truly remembered.  But every story was now a part of them. 

Sorry.  I’m leaving you and there is so much more to do…

The last he heard was a cracking vocalizer screaming, “Ironhide-!"

quidamling: (Hi fish)
Missing You – Imogen Heap

They fit.  Two halves of a whole.  Opposite sides of a credit chip.  Destruction and repair.  Cannons and wrenches.  Then why did it never seem to work?  They would come together for a few brief orns, then pull apart.  Different assignments.  Getting too close.  Usually Ratchet pulled away.  Shutting the door on what consistently developed with a finality that left even the normally stoic Ironhide shattered.  Both would dive back into their duties.  Couldn’t get attached, there was a war.  Drifting to other lovers.  Either could be deactivated.  Always pulled back. 

Because it was too deep.  It terrified the both of them, but they couldn’t deny it.

 

The Harvest – Bill Whalen

Bumblebee practically flew over the plains, careening down the winding rural roads with a gleeful abandon that matched the emotions of the two charges within the Camaro.  Sam and Mikaela had made it.  She had finished school, becoming an engineer.  He had graduated from West Point, becoming the soldier that William Lennox had called him those years ago in Mission City.  Music poured from the yellow vehicle’s sound system, wordless and elated, just like the newlyweds laughing in the driver and passenger seats as they headed cross-country for their honeymoon.  Married in California with all their friends and family, heading to the fall of New England to spend their first days as man and wife.

 

Take on Me – A-ha (Trance Remix)

Jazz liked the feeling of techno.  Prowl just groaned and attempted not to show his exasperation beyond that.  The pulsing beat drove the sensors in his doorwings to distraction.  But his bondmate lit up, feeling the bass and treble just as much as the police cruiser, but reveling in it with his classic abandon.  As loathe as the more sedate portion of the pair was to admit it, he adored watching Jazz move.  The silver mech was lithe and smooth and contorted his frame into positions that no mech had any right getting themselves into.  The grace with which the Solstice moved caught his attention enough to ignore the feathery sensations ghosting over his back, and remain.

 “C’mon Prowler, dance.” 

 “No, I…”  but a sleek white hand slipped into a silver clawed one, and Prowl moved with the music for once, instead of fighting it.

 

Caress of Venus – L’Arc~en~Ciel

Her hips rocked back and forth in the rough tempo of a human heartbeat.  Will paused with the cereal spoon inches from his lips and simply watched Sarah twirl around the kitchen trying to quiet their unhappy daughter.  The tune from his wife’s lips was simple, and the words were garbled, but that didn’t matter to their child.  Annabelle’s cries soon dropped to half-hearted whimpers. 

 “I’m still shocked how you do that, honey.”

 “Ah, Will, you’ll get the hang of it.  You’ve only been Daddy for three days.”  She moved to hover behind the soldier and stroked his temple, calming her other baby.

 

Bootstrap's Bootstraps – Pirates of the Caribbean OST

Optimus Prime stood like a pillar at the edge of chaos.  He was unbowed, despite the fact that the ancient balance between the Prime and the High Protector had collapsed into anarchy under the watches of this red and blue mech and his silver brother.   Iacon had fallen beneath the gladiators culled from the arenas in Kaon.  When the united Cybertronians had split into two opposing factions under the former co-rulers, Optimus had lead with fairness.  Protecting the helpless, giving them the tools to protect themselves, and gathering them together.  That was not what impressed Ironhide most about this young Prime.  It was that when they went into battle, Optimus led the troops from the front lines.  Not cowering behind the battlements like previous Primes.  He was beside them, beside the very frontliners he was ordering into the line of fire.  Ironhide respected that Optimus was by his side.

 

Save Me – Remy Zero

Ratchet was an officer.  He knew that put him at risk.  Further working against him was the fact that he was one of the best medics for traversing the frontlines.  Many medics were built small and lithe.  While Ratchet did posses those qualities in some fashion, moreover he was uncommonly strong and rough.  Thrown harshly in a Decepticon cell, he was thankful for those less common traits.  The interrogator was framed, backlit by the light streaming into the cell and casting a shadow over the battered form of the CMO.  They would get their information; codes, medical histories, through pain or more invasive techniques-  

He knew they would be coming.  They had to.  He couldn’t, wouldn’t just leave him there…

 ‘Hide…

 

Bonny Portmore – Laura Creamer

It hit Optimus hardest in moments that he wasn’t expecting.  As he learned about their new home, Sam had made a point to show the aliens the most beautiful portions of Earth.  It was only as time went on that the Autobots learned about the uglier faces of the planet.  Communities wrecked by natural disasters, pollution, resources wrenched from an area leaving nothing but a swath of desolation, war-torn cities, states, countries, continents.  Seeing the devastation that humans wreaked upon themselves, such a young species with such as short lifespan.  Echoing the million year destruction of his homeworld on a smaller timescale, there were moments it crushed his spark.

 

Your Eyes Open - Keane

They had come online opposite each other.  Destined to rule in balance for the length of their existences.  Red optics alighted, met blues.  Pragmatic and idealistic.  Firm hand, fair processors.  They were supposed to equate each other, finding a middle road between each other.  What Megatron did not tell his brother, his equal, was that deep in his spark, he knew that he was meant for more.

 

Cut Me, Mick - Yellowcard

“Ratch…” he curled reflexively, fighting the shudders wracking through his body.

 “Easy, ‘Hide.  You’re fine.  And you wouldn’t be in this mess if you could have actually behaved.”  The red-headed cyborg snipped while cradling his bondmate to his chest. 

Drug withdrawal or not, Ironhide couldn’t stay sick forever.  They lay under the blankets, while Ratchet felt like he was cooking and wished that he still retained his mech coolant systems.  Unfortunately, the former weapons specialist in his current state could not regulate his body temperature, so the medic quietly dealt with the discomfort and in turn comforted the more solid looking soldier.  He kissed the slightly clammy brow, tucked against his neck in a reversal of their usual positions and ran his hand softly through short dark hair, barely brushing the black fins until Ironhide slipped into an uneasy sleep.

 

Waiting so Long – Berserk OST

Dead planet, starved for energon, devoid of functional Cybertronians… except the few.  Waiting.  Continuing to follow the last order.  Waiting for the message from their leader, saying he had found the Allspark and would return to rule Cybertron, and the galaxy.

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