045. Together -- Unknown/unknown -- Rating PG

045. Together -- Unknown/unknown -- Rating PG

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He remembered his lover's words:

“As long as we are together...”

When the war began he hadn’t cared. He had been newly in love, and completely devoted to his lover. He would have done anything for them. He supported his lover when he said he wanted to join the war. What else could he do? He didn’t want to lose the mech he loved.

“As long as we are together, no matter what faction we join...”

He joined the Decepticons because of his lover. He hadn’t totally agreed with their policies, with their tactics, but if he didn’t join they would be separated.

He couldn’t imagine life without his lover. He couldn’t imagine a future for himself without his lover in it. He didn’t wan to have to.

So he joined the Decepticons, and soon he and his lover were moving up the ranks.

“As long as we are together, no matter what faction we join, anything we do together is perfect and the right thing.” 

He loved his lover, loved him so much, and now he was a sparkling killer. Sparkling blood was on his servos, and he didn’t even have a lover to show for it. He approached the acid river with measured steps. 


“I’ll be there soon lover,” He whispered. He took one more step into open air, a falling angel that made no attempt to stop it's fall. 

He remembered his lover's words, and how they had all been lies. 

 

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058. Watching -- Red Alert -- Rating PG

 

058. Watching -- Red Alert -- Rating PG

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He was always there watching. Some cursed him, most grumbled about his surveillance, but non could deny his importance.

Red Alert took his job very seriously. The Decepticon’s could attack at any moment, at any time durning the day they could suddenly find themselves under attack. While mechs were recharging peacefully in their berths, partying in the recroom, relaxing with one another. It could all end in a moment.

Someone had to warn them in time should that happen. Red Alert prided himself in being that mech. No one would get past him and harm his mechs. His mechs were his charges, and after a while how could he help but take an interest in their lives?

Keeping an optic on them he helped mechs find each other. Planned chances for pairs to be alone. And if he watched their interactions especially closely during those alone times in supply closets, it was only because he wanted to make sure they didn’t injure each other. It certainly wasn’t because he was imagining the same kind of things happening to him.

If he kept a close optic on their parties, it was because he wanted to make sure no one was getting too over charged, not because he wondered what it would like to be there himself.

He was happy with his position. He was their protector! The all seeing being that kept them all safe. So what if sometimes he wished Ratchet would place a comforting servo on his shoulder, or if he wished Jazz would come and talk to him like he did the other members of the crew.

Red Alert didn’t need them to recognize him for what he did. As long as they were happy he was happy because it meant he was doing his job keeping them safe.

Red Alert was always watching, and he considered it an honor to be able to keep these mechs happy and safe.

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094. Touch -- Weeljack, Red Alert -- Rating PG

094. Touch -- Weeljack, Red Alert -- Rating PG

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Wheeljack didn’t think twice about it. He was a friendly mech and Red Alert had looked so stressed out during the meeting. On his way out he smiled and patted Red Alert on the back. “Relax Red, we all know you want what is best for us.”

Then he had left, not realizing what his touch had triggered.

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Red Alert barely made it back to the security center. Wheeljack, he, he had been so nice. That touch had been the first time he had been touched outside the medbay in a long time. His shoulder still felt warm where the scientist’s servo had rested on it.

He pulled up several security feeds writing a subroutine to make sure one of the monitors was tracking Wheeljack at all times. Wheeljack was so kind, and alone! Wheeljack didn’t have anyone special. Well he would watch out for Wheeljack, everyone deserved someone special after all.

He would need to add a few more cameras to Wheeljack’s lab soon, security precautions.  He wouldn’t want the scientist to be hurt when he was so important to the Ark’s crew.

He touched the place where Wheeljack’s servo had rested and wondered how Wheeljack would react to his touch.

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043. Wreck -- Wheeljack, Red Alert, -- Rating PG

043. Wreck --  Wheeljack, Red Alert, -- Rating PG

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He was a wreck. Wheeljack stumbled into the medbay shuddering as he heard the cameras turn to track his movements. He needed to recharge and his was convinced his quarters were no longer safe.

He was here to beg Ratchet to let him recharge in the private room at the back of the medbay. His servos trembled from exhaustion. He couldn’t take much more of this. He didn’t know why Red Alert had suddenly taken such an interest in him but it was freaking him out.

Cameras following him every where he went, his duty cycle suddenly changing to give him more time for lab work, his rations suddenly increasing. Sure it was nice, except for the cameras, but he didn’t know how to take it. It was almost like Red Alert was interested in him.

He paused, if that was the case then he was even more freaked out since he was pretty sure there were cameras in his quarters and personal washracks.

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Red Alert could see Wheeljack was becoming a wreck but wasn’t sure what he could do. It was obvious that Wheeljack knew the cameras were tracking him, maybe he could give the mech a little more privacy?

But if he did that how would he keep him safe? Maybe he should play it down a bit. He was making the mech he cared for a wreck, and didn't the humans have a saying if you love something let it go? Or at least give it room to leave.

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055. Cuddle --Wheeljack/Red Alert -- Rating PG-13

 

055. Cuddle --Wheeljack/Red Alert -- Rating PG-13

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Wheeljack sighed as he sat in the security room with  Red Alert. “Did you have to lock down the base?”

Red Alert cuddled closer to Wheeljack. “Wanted time with you.”

Wheeljack rolled his optics, “Obsessed Stalker.” He didn’t pull away though. Sure Red Alert’s watching was creepy, but in another light it was also very sweet. The security officer had taken great care to make sure he had everything he needed when he needed it.

Red Alert frowned, "Am I really that bad?"

Wheeljack sighed and nuzzled Red Alert. "No, but the cameras in my quarters have to go. I am thankful you stopped watching me in the washracks," no need to mention that Red Alert had been doing that illegally, "but I want them out of my quarters as well."

Red Alert's frown turned into a pout. "But I like watching you recharge. It lets me know you are safe."

Wheeljack frowned, "Well it is creepy." He kissed Red Alert’s forehead, “Sweet, endearing, but creepy.”

Red Alert cooed happily and hugged Wheeljack tighter. “If you moved in to my quarters I wouldn’t have to worry about if you were safe or not.

Wheeljack frowned, “Where are your quarters?” 

Red Alert spun the chair and pointed to the back of the security center where there was a single door. “Through there. I would know you were totally safe there.”

He tilted his head, “What? That isn’t on  the design plans.”

“Ratchet had it put in so I would recharge more often.” Red Alert looked very hopeful cuddling the smaller mech closer. “Please?”

He cuddled back with a sigh, there was no denying Red Alert. “I will try for a while.”

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