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[Nov. 24] [Transformers] Tried and True
Title: Tried and True
Day/Theme: Nov. 24 'Domestic moments among the exquisite dead'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: Speculum, Anodyne, Sanctuary
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Post season four.
For those of you who suffered through me muttering the phrase "Unicronian Constructicons", well, here's a teaser. Sanctuary's not a reformatted canon, but she was one of my big OCs.
And that's about all I'm saying, because I'm in a "withhold information" mood.
---
Speculum walked into the center of a blue metal room. "Sanctuary, come to me."
The walls rippled. Reluctantly, she rose from the floor in front of him, metal flowing to fit the semblance of her robot-mode from the torso up. The reformat had left her with quite a lot of otherwise unused material in her alternate mode that she poured into these semblences. It fascinated him - what else could she become?
It wasn't a real transformation, but he wouldn't get to see a real transformation for months. He and his brothers had only recently finished wiring her into Unicron's cranial systems. With her deep, deep reserves, she could serve as the central powerplant for most of the repairs. By doing so, the Iteraticons could work freely on the repairs without having to steal energon to feed the furnaces.
She looked him in the optics, having risen no further from the floor than that, head cocked to one side.
Speculum looked at her critically. There was an old hurt attached to her in his mind, something that felt as distant as gestalt-memory-drift, yet with a personal taste to it as well. If it came from gestalt-drift, it had to come from Anodyne. If it came from himself...
She couldn't even answer his questions. The Autobots had lobotomized her previous self, and some artifacts of the mind damage still remained. She hardly comprehended language; he had called her, but it was more than likely she had only responded to his voice and presence. It irritated him, irritated them all - they wanted to know why Unicron had named her Sanctuary.
He had his own ideas on that. In her arms, you could find peace.
Slowly, he brushed her buccal ridge with the edge of his thumb. Her mouth opened slightly, the concealed powertap glittering faintly in the light, and she leaned into his touch.
"You shouldn't do that to her." Anodyne stood in the doorway, syringes flicking in and out of his fingertips.
Speculum scowled and stepped around Sanctuary. Always, always Anodyne. Lecherous, treacherous Anodyne. "Oh, and I should leave her to you?"
"You built her, Scrapper! You always said-"
For a payloader, Speculum could move surprisingly fast. He slammed Anodyne up against the edge of the door, jarring the other's mixing drum in the process. "That is not my name, brother."
"You always said you wouldn't fuck someone you'd built, Scrapper," Anodyne hissed.
"I didn't build her." He flicked out his talons just enough to give him very sharp fingertips and pulled them down Anodyne's torso, wringing out a screech of metal. "We were all built by Unicron."
"Oh, that makes it so much better! Next you're going to tell me that she grabbed you first!" Anodyne scrabbled at the hand holding him up, trying to sink his syringes into Speculum's finger joints.
"She did." The payloader shook Anodyne roughly, talons extending out further. "Don't."
"Speculum," Anodyne said patiently, stilling his hands briefly. "You're not going to be just working on the plans for Unicron in her bridge and have her randomly pin you down and molest you."
"That's what happened!"
Anodyne jammed syringes into Speculum's fingers, causing his brother to shriek and fling him across the room. At getting his syringes torn out of his hand, he himself yelled, "Do you have to overreact like that?"
"It's not overreacting - you might have injected something." Speculum pulled out his toolkit and took out a small pair of bilge-grabbers. He spread his injured hand out and started to coax the needles out of his fingers.
Sanctuary looked back and forth between the two of them, then collapsed her semblence back into the floor.
"That was your fault."
"Speculum, you're just too boring."
Day/Theme: Nov. 24 'Domestic moments among the exquisite dead'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: Speculum, Anodyne, Sanctuary
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Post season four.
For those of you who suffered through me muttering the phrase "Unicronian Constructicons", well, here's a teaser. Sanctuary's not a reformatted canon, but she was one of my big OCs.
And that's about all I'm saying, because I'm in a "withhold information" mood.
---
Speculum walked into the center of a blue metal room. "Sanctuary, come to me."
The walls rippled. Reluctantly, she rose from the floor in front of him, metal flowing to fit the semblance of her robot-mode from the torso up. The reformat had left her with quite a lot of otherwise unused material in her alternate mode that she poured into these semblences. It fascinated him - what else could she become?
It wasn't a real transformation, but he wouldn't get to see a real transformation for months. He and his brothers had only recently finished wiring her into Unicron's cranial systems. With her deep, deep reserves, she could serve as the central powerplant for most of the repairs. By doing so, the Iteraticons could work freely on the repairs without having to steal energon to feed the furnaces.
She looked him in the optics, having risen no further from the floor than that, head cocked to one side.
Speculum looked at her critically. There was an old hurt attached to her in his mind, something that felt as distant as gestalt-memory-drift, yet with a personal taste to it as well. If it came from gestalt-drift, it had to come from Anodyne. If it came from himself...
She couldn't even answer his questions. The Autobots had lobotomized her previous self, and some artifacts of the mind damage still remained. She hardly comprehended language; he had called her, but it was more than likely she had only responded to his voice and presence. It irritated him, irritated them all - they wanted to know why Unicron had named her Sanctuary.
He had his own ideas on that. In her arms, you could find peace.
Slowly, he brushed her buccal ridge with the edge of his thumb. Her mouth opened slightly, the concealed powertap glittering faintly in the light, and she leaned into his touch.
"You shouldn't do that to her." Anodyne stood in the doorway, syringes flicking in and out of his fingertips.
Speculum scowled and stepped around Sanctuary. Always, always Anodyne. Lecherous, treacherous Anodyne. "Oh, and I should leave her to you?"
"You built her, Scrapper! You always said-"
For a payloader, Speculum could move surprisingly fast. He slammed Anodyne up against the edge of the door, jarring the other's mixing drum in the process. "That is not my name, brother."
"You always said you wouldn't fuck someone you'd built, Scrapper," Anodyne hissed.
"I didn't build her." He flicked out his talons just enough to give him very sharp fingertips and pulled them down Anodyne's torso, wringing out a screech of metal. "We were all built by Unicron."
"Oh, that makes it so much better! Next you're going to tell me that she grabbed you first!" Anodyne scrabbled at the hand holding him up, trying to sink his syringes into Speculum's finger joints.
"She did." The payloader shook Anodyne roughly, talons extending out further. "Don't."
"Speculum," Anodyne said patiently, stilling his hands briefly. "You're not going to be just working on the plans for Unicron in her bridge and have her randomly pin you down and molest you."
"That's what happened!"
Anodyne jammed syringes into Speculum's fingers, causing his brother to shriek and fling him across the room. At getting his syringes torn out of his hand, he himself yelled, "Do you have to overreact like that?"
"It's not overreacting - you might have injected something." Speculum pulled out his toolkit and took out a small pair of bilge-grabbers. He spread his injured hand out and started to coax the needles out of his fingers.
Sanctuary looked back and forth between the two of them, then collapsed her semblence back into the floor.
"That was your fault."
"Speculum, you're just too boring."