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beckyh2112) wrote2006-12-05 09:40 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2006-12-05 09:40 pm
Advent #5: Damaged Goods
Title: Damaged Goods
Fandom: G1 Transformers
Characters: Spotweld, Dame Rumour, Starscream, Storm Bull
Rating: PG
Classification: Gen
"Madame?" Spotweld stood up and flicked his wrists, sending droplets of lubricant through the air. "I've got him stabilized, but I'll need more supplies to repair him. ... If you want him repaired."
Dame Rumour tapped her lips thoughtfully with one finger, weighing up the matter of whether she wanted even a halfway repaired Decepticon elite on her hands. Hm, even without his weapons systems, that was far too much damage waiting to happen. "Leave him for now. Is there anything else?"
"He's still calling out for this 'Skyfire' and for Megatron, but I don't think the hallucinations will last much longer. The lack of pain should send him into defrag."
She nodded, her optics on the white Decepticon jet. Half his chest was still missing, and Spotweld had had to amputate one of his wings and his right leg up to the knee. All of his weapons had been carefully deactivated and removed before the neutral medic did anything but the most immediate patches. "You may go, Spotweld."
The towtruck inclined his head and left the room.
Dame Rumour ghosted over to the wounded Decepticon, watching intently as his face relaxed from its previous grimace of pain and the tension went out of his limbs. Daringly, she reached out to caress his face as he settled into a rest-state. "Poor wounded flier. Will your master wish you back, do you know?"
He shivered under her hands, optics flickering weakly up a few light-levels. "Sky...?"
"Rest, rest, sssshhh," she soothed, her hands stroking rhythmically over his shoulders and chest until his optics dimmed near-dark. "Rest, and when you awaken, everything will have been decided."
"You can't keep him," Storm Bull rumbled.
"Oh no, of course not. Besides, Megatron will probably want him back again. And if not..." Dame Rumour shrugged. "Well, there is a first time for everything."
End
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Fandom: G1 Transformers
Characters: Spotweld, Dame Rumour, Starscream, Storm Bull
Rating: PG
Classification: Gen
"Madame?" Spotweld stood up and flicked his wrists, sending droplets of lubricant through the air. "I've got him stabilized, but I'll need more supplies to repair him. ... If you want him repaired."
Dame Rumour tapped her lips thoughtfully with one finger, weighing up the matter of whether she wanted even a halfway repaired Decepticon elite on her hands. Hm, even without his weapons systems, that was far too much damage waiting to happen. "Leave him for now. Is there anything else?"
"He's still calling out for this 'Skyfire' and for Megatron, but I don't think the hallucinations will last much longer. The lack of pain should send him into defrag."
She nodded, her optics on the white Decepticon jet. Half his chest was still missing, and Spotweld had had to amputate one of his wings and his right leg up to the knee. All of his weapons had been carefully deactivated and removed before the neutral medic did anything but the most immediate patches. "You may go, Spotweld."
The towtruck inclined his head and left the room.
Dame Rumour ghosted over to the wounded Decepticon, watching intently as his face relaxed from its previous grimace of pain and the tension went out of his limbs. Daringly, she reached out to caress his face as he settled into a rest-state. "Poor wounded flier. Will your master wish you back, do you know?"
He shivered under her hands, optics flickering weakly up a few light-levels. "Sky...?"
"Rest, rest, sssshhh," she soothed, her hands stroking rhythmically over his shoulders and chest until his optics dimmed near-dark. "Rest, and when you awaken, everything will have been decided."
"You can't keep him," Storm Bull rumbled.
"Oh no, of course not. Besides, Megatron will probably want him back again. And if not..." Dame Rumour shrugged. "Well, there is a first time for everything."
End
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