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[Feb. 12][Transformers] Praying For the End of Time
Title: Praying For the End of Time
Day/Theme: Feb. 12 'the chrysanthemum promise'
Series: Transformers G1
Characters/Pairings: Soundwave/Blaster, Tracks
Rating: PG-13
Notes: According to my (brief) research on the subject, the chrysanthemum is a symbol of long-life/duration in China. So, yeah, that's how I got a fic about permanent soul-bonding out of the theme.
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The two cassette-hosts lay entwined together on the floor, Soundwave's head resting on Blaster's shoulder. The room seemed very dark to him, despite all the lights turned up to their highest setting. That was just a side-effect of their new spark-bond, though. The dazzle from the light of the combined sparks was already fading.
Soundwave hummed contentedly and curled up closer to his lover. "Love me forever."
"Heh. I'll love you till the end of time." Blaster cupped the back of Soundwave's head, tilted his beloved up to look at him. "I gotta admit, that went better than I thought it would."
The blue cassette-host tensed under the familiar touch, his hum fading. "I thought you wanted..." He shifted to bury his face in Blaster's shoulder.
Predictably, Blaster hastened to reassure him. "No, no, man! Of course I wanted it!"
"Truly?"
"Of course! We've been together a long, long time; no reason not to make it permanent."
Soundwave purred. So nice to hear his arguments echoed back to him. It had taken such a long time to bring Blaster around to this idea, but he'd gotten what he wanted. He always did. And now, despite the growing discordancy in their music, Blaster could never, ever leave him. The spark-bond would always bring the red cassette-host crawling back.
***
By the time the Ark crashed on Earth, Blaster had pretty much gotten over Soundwave. There were still remnants, of course, like the spark-echo of Soundwave that constantly shadowed him. He mostly ignored it. The pain from the missing part of his spark irritated less and less as the years went by.
He coped. From what he could see, Soundwave coped. Both of them tended to land on their feet - that had to be part of why they could live apart and let love turn into hate turn into bitter apathy.
Blaster sat in a clearing several miles down the road from the Ark entrance, music blasting from his speakers. Loud, fast rock, the kind most of the other Autobot didn't like at all. It sounded too different from Cybertronian music; too wild a cacophony that bled into music. New and different, just like this world.
He didn't pay attention to the approaching sound of a car engine - Autobots drove along this road all the time - until its owner transformed out in the road. He recognized that particular series of whirring clanks. "Hey, Tracks!"
"Blaster." The Corvette frowned. "Could you turn it down?"
"Sorry." He cut off his external speakers entirely. "Thought you were on-duty tonight."
"I traded my shift with Sunstreaker." He picked his way over towards Blaster, keeping the maximum amount of mud off his armor.
Blaster flashed a blink. "You can trade shifts with him? I didn't think even Prime could offer him anything he wanted more than time with Bluestreak."
"Sideswipe destroyed all of his waxes in that last snafu, and he ticked off Wheeljack yesterday." Tracks folded his arms across his chest, glanced back towards the road. "I'm going to New York again next week. I would prefer you not to come with me."
Wait, what? The music pulsing through him ground to a jagged halt. "Tracks...?"
"You can't help it, Blaster, but you're always vibrating with music. And I- After the Dancitron, that unsettles me." Tracks at least had the decency to look him in the optic when he said that.
"Tracks, man-"
The Corvette raised a hand to cut him off. "It's only for a month, Blaster. That much time apart should help."
Blaster nodded. "Yeah, man, you're right." He grinned. "Gonna throw a wicked party when you get back."
Tracks looked at him oddly. "... You've been spending too much time with Raoul's friends."
He shrugged. "Guess I can't get you to sit with me for a bit."
"No, Blaster. ... I'm sorry."
"It'll work out."
Tracks nodded, then turned back towards the road. "Good night, Blaster."
"G'night." He watched Tracks pick his way back to the road, transform, and head back to the Ark without saying anything. He didn't move for half an hour afterwards, thoughts tumbling through his head and music vibrating in his struts. At last, he tilted his head just slightly to look at the spark-echo curled against his side.
"You bastard."
Day/Theme: Feb. 12 'the chrysanthemum promise'
Series: Transformers G1
Characters/Pairings: Soundwave/Blaster, Tracks
Rating: PG-13
Notes: According to my (brief) research on the subject, the chrysanthemum is a symbol of long-life/duration in China. So, yeah, that's how I got a fic about permanent soul-bonding out of the theme.
---
The two cassette-hosts lay entwined together on the floor, Soundwave's head resting on Blaster's shoulder. The room seemed very dark to him, despite all the lights turned up to their highest setting. That was just a side-effect of their new spark-bond, though. The dazzle from the light of the combined sparks was already fading.
Soundwave hummed contentedly and curled up closer to his lover. "Love me forever."
"Heh. I'll love you till the end of time." Blaster cupped the back of Soundwave's head, tilted his beloved up to look at him. "I gotta admit, that went better than I thought it would."
The blue cassette-host tensed under the familiar touch, his hum fading. "I thought you wanted..." He shifted to bury his face in Blaster's shoulder.
Predictably, Blaster hastened to reassure him. "No, no, man! Of course I wanted it!"
"Truly?"
"Of course! We've been together a long, long time; no reason not to make it permanent."
Soundwave purred. So nice to hear his arguments echoed back to him. It had taken such a long time to bring Blaster around to this idea, but he'd gotten what he wanted. He always did. And now, despite the growing discordancy in their music, Blaster could never, ever leave him. The spark-bond would always bring the red cassette-host crawling back.
***
By the time the Ark crashed on Earth, Blaster had pretty much gotten over Soundwave. There were still remnants, of course, like the spark-echo of Soundwave that constantly shadowed him. He mostly ignored it. The pain from the missing part of his spark irritated less and less as the years went by.
He coped. From what he could see, Soundwave coped. Both of them tended to land on their feet - that had to be part of why they could live apart and let love turn into hate turn into bitter apathy.
Blaster sat in a clearing several miles down the road from the Ark entrance, music blasting from his speakers. Loud, fast rock, the kind most of the other Autobot didn't like at all. It sounded too different from Cybertronian music; too wild a cacophony that bled into music. New and different, just like this world.
He didn't pay attention to the approaching sound of a car engine - Autobots drove along this road all the time - until its owner transformed out in the road. He recognized that particular series of whirring clanks. "Hey, Tracks!"
"Blaster." The Corvette frowned. "Could you turn it down?"
"Sorry." He cut off his external speakers entirely. "Thought you were on-duty tonight."
"I traded my shift with Sunstreaker." He picked his way over towards Blaster, keeping the maximum amount of mud off his armor.
Blaster flashed a blink. "You can trade shifts with him? I didn't think even Prime could offer him anything he wanted more than time with Bluestreak."
"Sideswipe destroyed all of his waxes in that last snafu, and he ticked off Wheeljack yesterday." Tracks folded his arms across his chest, glanced back towards the road. "I'm going to New York again next week. I would prefer you not to come with me."
Wait, what? The music pulsing through him ground to a jagged halt. "Tracks...?"
"You can't help it, Blaster, but you're always vibrating with music. And I- After the Dancitron, that unsettles me." Tracks at least had the decency to look him in the optic when he said that.
"Tracks, man-"
The Corvette raised a hand to cut him off. "It's only for a month, Blaster. That much time apart should help."
Blaster nodded. "Yeah, man, you're right." He grinned. "Gonna throw a wicked party when you get back."
Tracks looked at him oddly. "... You've been spending too much time with Raoul's friends."
He shrugged. "Guess I can't get you to sit with me for a bit."
"No, Blaster. ... I'm sorry."
"It'll work out."
Tracks nodded, then turned back towards the road. "Good night, Blaster."
"G'night." He watched Tracks pick his way back to the road, transform, and head back to the Ark without saying anything. He didn't move for half an hour afterwards, thoughts tumbling through his head and music vibrating in his struts. At last, he tilted his head just slightly to look at the spark-echo curled against his side.
"You bastard."