A Priori, A Posteriori

060. Dinosaur -- Jolt, Ironhide -- Rating PG

He loved visiting Ironhide’s office when the mech wasn’t there. Looking at his old trophies was almost as good as good as looking at the old mech himself. Old, he didn’t like using that term. Yes Ironhide was old, but there had to be a better word for what he was.

He was about to leave when he froze hiding as a few human soldiers walked by.

“The guy is practically a dinosaur! I swear he is that old, and you know the bastard will never die,” the soldiers laughed and joked about the older commander not knowing that a certain blue mech was listening in.

He bit a lip, dinosaur. It had a nice ring to it, Ironhide was an old dinosaur of a mech. Strong, powerful, ancient, something you only found remnants of anymore.

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Ironhide had been aware of his “stalker” for some time. At first it was kind of cute, the younger mech watching him practice, then trying out the techniques himself. The fragging annoying thing was the kid always ran away before he could offer help, and it was slagging annoying after a few weeks of feeling his stalker’s optics on him in the recroom.

This had to end, and one way or another he was going to end it.

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Jolt winced as he was caught. The note was already of of his subspace, inches from Ironhide’s desk. He couldn’t take it back now. He stood frozen as Ironhide snatched it out of his servo. 

He hung his head, feeling so stupid as Ironhide powered on the data pad. It was a little valentines card with a picture of a dinosaur. When you pressed play the dinosaur would dance happily and say silly organic phrases.

Stupid Valentines day, stupid card, stupid Jolt.

“You are the mech that started the twins on that dinosaur crud,” Ironhide glared at the young mech. He didn’t appreciate being refured to as old thank you very much, “You’ve had your fun. Now that you are caught you going to  stop stalking me?”

Jolt nodded quickly deeply, deeply ashamed. He admired Ironhide so very much, the term had just slipped out around the twins. They had used it in the wrong way and now Ironhide hated him. “I  am sorry, Sir.”

Ironhide nodded, “Then I will forget about you breaking into my office. Dismissed.”

He turned to leave quickly, he wasn’t going to let his crush see him cry. Only mechlets and sparklings cried. He was a soldier, a soldier whose crush thought he hated him and was making fun of him.

Ironhide waited until the mech had one ped out the door, “And Jolt, 0500 hours, meet me on the training ground,” he smirked. “We’ll see if this old dinosaur can still teach you a few things.”

As Jolt watched he set the card on his shelf with his other trophies.

Jolt’s spark swelled, “Yes sir! 0500, Sir!”

Ironhide chuckled as the kid left. Dinosaur huh, well maybe Jolt could call him that, the twins were still slagged when he got a hold of them though. 

Prowl's Stalker

Summary: Prowl has a stalker, Jolt offers advice, Wheeljack helps him to feel better.
(A gift for my friend's birthday, based off our RP)
Characters: Prowl, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Jolt, Wheeljack, Ratchet
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied Slash
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Prowl frowned as he stood in the doorway to his quarters and slowly backed out processor aching as his logic center attempted to crash. 'Bluestreak, can you please come and place Sideswipe in the brig; I need to go to the medbay.'

After a moment he heard Bluestreak reply, ‘Sure thing Prowl what did he do this time? You aren’t hurt are you, because you said you are going to the medbay and I don’t want to see you hurt? Where is he?’

 

‘In my quarters, you don’t need to worry about bringing your own handcuffs,’ he replied turning off his comm. pressing a servo to the side of his helm he tried to relieve the processor ache that was building. He just hoped Ratchet or Jolt could do something for the pain.

 

Jolt looked up as Prowl entered, “Hello Prowl,” he noticed how the SIC was gripping his head. “Is your processor acting up again? Ratchet warned you about over working.”

 

Prowl shook his head and winced taking a seat on one of the repair berths. “I haven’t been able to work much at all thanks to Sideswipe, he just won’t leave me alone.”

 

Jolt moved to grab a scanner, “Here let me see what I can do. Ratchet won’t be back for a while and I’m sure you don’t want to wait.” He began his scan, “So Sideswipe has moved on to harassing you now?”

 

“Yes, and I don’t understand it. I have told his attention seeking behavior has to stop and now he has moved on from pranking the entire base to,” Prowl stopped flustered. “Just this afternoon I spent an hour explaining to him that his actions were improper and unwanted.”

 

Jolt cocked an optic ridge as he ran the scan, “Let me get this straight, Sideswipe is lonely and seeking attention and since you are the only mech on base that gives him any attention on a regular basis he has turned his focus to you. Instead of ignoring him and waiting for him to move on you spend an hour giving him your complete attention?” Finishing the scan he made a few adjustments and stepped back.

 

Realization dawned on Prowl and his doorwings drooped, “I’ve fragged up this haven’t I?”

 

Jolt bit his lip; maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. “Just a bit, I’m sure you will be able to figure it out.”

 

Prowl sagged further his arms crossing across his chest, “I think I’m losing my touch.” This would have never happened had he been on top of his game.

 

Jolt hesitated unsure what he should do, he hadn’t meant to make the SIC feel bad. His processor was scrambling for a way to make him feel better when the door to the medbay opened. Wheeljack stepped in and looked over, tilting his head in question when he spotted Prowl. Jolt opened a comm. line and rushed to explain. ‘Sideswipe has been harassing him again and he’s depressed and I think I made it worse’. He wrung his hands but was surprised when Wheeljack just walked up to the SIC and slung him over his shoulder.

 

Prowl protested loudly but Wheeljack just hefted him more securely and made his way to the lab, ‘I’ve got it Jolt.’ Jolt was never happier that the lab was sound proof.

 

When Ratchet came back he couldn’t help but wonder why Jolt kept glancing nervously towards the lab. Sometime later Prowl stalked out of the lab doorwings high obviously pleased with himself. Wheeljack shuffled out sheepishly after him and discreetly requested some paint. Ratchet ignored the paint that was missing from the scientist’s wrists as he handed the other the paint. He didn’t want to know.