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capeandcowllogs2012-08-23 02:35 am
ex_backstab594) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-08-23 02:35 am
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back-stabbing shammer you took me by surprise you fooled me twice
WHO: Skyfire (notyourchauffeur) and Starscream (backstab)
WHERE: Autobase
WHEN: backdated to just after Hellbus.
WARNINGS: Angst. And awkward robots.
SUMMARY:What happens when your old friend's ex BF was an alternate you, only a dbag, well, okay, you're a dbag too in fairness, but what if you're trying to escape that kind of image and what if you actually do feel a little bit like you like him but you can't show it because of said dbag and the whole mess is really screwed up and then he has an experience with a demonic hellmonster version of that old you and It's complicated.
FORMAT: I'm doing pretentious prose you can do what you like and see if I mind
Starscream had a bad day. It was full of phone calls and depressing coverage on the television about that bus that had exploded, and that imports were being blamed for it, and quite honestly the Decepticon no longer even knew if imports didn't deserve this bum rap, because they certainly didn't seem to be making his job any easier. And that was all that mattered to him.
He left only ten minutes late. He wasn't a superstitious mech, but something in him was ...telling him that he didn't need to stay too late today, that getting home was important. Perhaps it was Sentinel's odd behavior and accusation, or perhaps it was just a lucky guess, but he got home within another ten, thanks to his altmode, and headed up to the appropriate floor, letting himself in with his key.
"Skyfire?" And then, quieter, "Sentinel?" The quietest. "...Ironhide?"
notyourchauffeur) and Starscream (backstab)WHERE: Autobase
WHEN: backdated to just after Hellbus.
WARNINGS: Angst. And awkward robots.
SUMMARY:
FORMAT: I'm doing pretentious prose you can do what you like and see if I mind
Starscream had a bad day. It was full of phone calls and depressing coverage on the television about that bus that had exploded, and that imports were being blamed for it, and quite honestly the Decepticon no longer even knew if imports didn't deserve this bum rap, because they certainly didn't seem to be making his job any easier. And that was all that mattered to him.
He left only ten minutes late. He wasn't a superstitious mech, but something in him was ...telling him that he didn't need to stay too late today, that getting home was important. Perhaps it was Sentinel's odd behavior and accusation, or perhaps it was just a lucky guess, but he got home within another ten, thanks to his altmode, and headed up to the appropriate floor, letting himself in with his key.
"Skyfire?" And then, quieter, "Sentinel?" The quietest. "...Ironhide?"
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Must have. Can he give it?
Shuffling. Mitchell has weakness. Mitchell - despite his protests to the contrary - enjoys power. Begging will tide him over 24 hours, or possibly more. It's doable.
The tension in him ebbs back a little at this, rearranged choices and open doors and Skyfire in his arms like this, the ambiguity is still there between them, what they are, what they absolutely aren't, but there'll be time for all that mess later.
"I'll make arrangements for some time off work."
As he moves for the door, shifting his grip to open it and carry Skyfire down the hall to the exit, wondering if that concession is enough--as they step outside, he adds, "I'm not going to leave you."
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Who is trying his very best to comfort. To help.
Skyfire closes his eyes, going a fair bit more limp than before.
Everything hurts, but he'll be fine as long as he's not alone anymore. Physical pain he can survive, he's done it before. Many times.
For now... he's safe.