A Priori, A Posteriori

026. Goodness -- Inferno/Red Alert  -- Rating PG
Inferno jumped when he felt something touch his shoulder. “Goodness Red you gave me a fright!” He turned around expecting to find his lover only to frown when instead Bluestreak stood there shifting from ped to ped.

“I am really sorry to interrupt you Inferno, but I was passing the security center, I just got off duty you see and I wanted to stop by the recroom and grab a cube. Normally I go the other way around but I could hear some arguing by the medbay and thought it would just be better to take the long way around. Anyway I heard something so I peeked my head in, I know Red Alert doesn’t like it when we do that all the time but I was worried. So I peeked my head in and I think Red Alert was crying.” Bluestreak’s optics were concerned, “I think someone should go check on him. I would have, but I really don’t know him that well and I remembered you were nearby and I thought it would be better for you to go.”

Inferno cut Bluestreak off, “Thank you Blue. I will go find him.”

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When he entered the security center Red Alert was sitting at the console giving tiny sobs. Red Alert’s horns were sparking lightly, so he knew he was glitching but this wasn’t Red’s normal glitch.

He made his way over and pulled his lover up and into his arms. “Talk to me Red. Don’t cry here alone.”

“There isn’t anything good anymore ‘ferno. Everywhere mechs are in danger of offlining,  we are on half rations, and Cybertron is dead. What is good that we have to look forward to ‘ferno? What good is left in our future?”

Inferno shook his head, “My poor Red. What brought this up? You are being silly.”

He shook his head burying it in Inferno’s chest. “I know, but I worry so much ‘ferno. I see everything that happens on base and during the battles. What hope do we have?”

Inferno tilted his head up and kissed his helm, being careful of the sparkling horns. “We have each other Red, that is all the hope we need. Goodness is what you make of it, we will create our own good, create our own path to happiness. Good always wins over evil Red. Once you are calm you will start seeing the good in things again.”

Red Alert shook, the sparks increasing, “I don’t deserve you ‘ferno. Can’t keep you safe! There could be spies everywhere!”

He held Red Alert close as he rambled and glitched. His Red had so much good in him. Other mechs couldn’t see it because of his glitch, but he knew the truth. Red Alert’s worry wasn’t caused by his glitch, his glitch was caused by his worry. “Hush my Red. The mechs here are good, no one here will hurt you or sell you for parts. There is so much good here Red, and I want to show it to you.”

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

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.


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.

058. Watching -- Red Alert -- Rating PG

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.