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Opening Maneuvers
By : sefiru
Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR
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Opening Maneuvers
A Transformers fanfiction by Sefiru

Warnings: M/M, stickyfic, violence, angst
Rating: R, possibly higher
Pairing: OP/P
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers and I’m not getting paid for this.
I’m back! Thank you for your patience. I needed that break from writing, though, and the story will go on.
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Chapter 7: In which Prowl tests his self control
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“At least it’s not energon this time.” Sideswipe’s voice echoed strangely in the frigid air; here, on the outskirts of Gygax City, it was so cold that methane had condensed into liquid and was raining down around them, turning the dust to mud. It was Prowl’s first experience with weather, and he decided he didn’t like it much. On the other hand, he was finally outside with a real mission team.
“Jazz,” he caught the senior bot’s attention, “Can we please complete this assignment before our joints freeze?”
“No problem,” Jazz said. “Cept, I’m not runnin’ this mission. You are.”
“What?”
“What?” Prowl’s squawk was echoed by Trailbreaker, Hound and Sunstreaker. All four newest recruits on the same team, that could hardly be coincidence. Prowl suspected they were being tested.
“Ya know the mission objectives,” Jazz told him. “Don’ tell me ya haven’t got some ideas.”
Right. Survey of the terrain around the city perimeter, minimal risk of contact. And Prowl had run a few scenarios during the drive over … “Jazz and Hound, take the left; Sideswipe and Trailbreaker, the right, and Sunstreaker and I will take center.” He sent them a map showing the fan-shaped survey pattern. “Passive and short-range active sensors only. Record input on all frequencies, and stay with your partner at all times.” A bit paranoid, perhaps, but paranoia had saved his plating many times.
“Man, this stuff is going to ruin my paint job,” Sunstreaker grumbled as they rolled out. “That was a pretty slick plan, though. I notice you put each of the noobs with a veteran.”
“If there is trouble, I prefer to have someone in each pair who is familiar with weapons. Also, I’m tired of hearing Hound talk about Mirage.”
“Yeah, you’ve got your optics on a bigger prize, don’t you.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, please. I’m not just a pretty face.” If Prowl were in robot mode, he’d have rolled his optics. “You’ve got a thing for the boss, I can tell by the way you look at him.” Sunstreaker paused to wipe off the muck that was already coating his sensor lenses. “Sides told me where you’re from. Haven’t you had enough of being ordered around?”
“On the contrary, it has led me to appreciate good leadership when I see it.” The methane mud was difficult to drive through; the cold caused parts to contract and shift, reducing efficiency, and they were using more fuel than Prowl had projected to keep their engines warm. Almost automatically, he updated his mission plan and sent the changes to the other Autobots.
“Well, if you want to seduce Prime, you’ve got bigger bearings than me,” Sunstreaker replied. “But don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“Certainly not.” Prowl was slightly distracted from the conversation by the images of Prime that bubbled up from memory. To him, the size of his bearings was irrelevant; why wouldn’t he desire Prime, compassionate, powerful, and literally touched by the hand of Primus? Besides, he knew that Optimus had feelings for him. The commander no doubt thought he’d hidden it, but by now Prowl had mapped his form down to the micron, and not the smallest twitch escaped his notice.
“Say,” Sunstreaker said after a few minutes of silence. “You take care of supplies, right? Can you get some personal things for me, quiet-like?”
“As long as it isn’t hazardous,” Prowl answered.
“Only to my reputation. I want to get some carbon sticks and art substrate.”
Prowl didn’t see any problem with that, and it would even fit into the small budget for morale items. “Any particular specifications?” Sunstreaker sent him a long file.
Despite the cold causing faults in all his sensors, Prowl quirked a smile. He’d have to get a pack of art substrate for himself; there were so many ways it could be … useful.
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“Are the two of you absolutely sure you want to join the Autobots?” Optimus looked solemnly at the pair of mechs on the other side of his desk. Both were civilian models; one was small and built for speed, and the other had the bulky frame of an energon farmer. And both were terribly, painfully young.
“I’m sure, Prime.”
“Yeah! We’ve seen you on the news so much, and it would be so great to be a part of your team!”
Primus, they thought that this work was going to be exciting. The Autobots needed every volunteer they could get, but Optimus felt guilty that he wasn’t sending these two home to their families. He sent a text message asking Ironhide to come to his office. “I’m afraid our work is rarely what the media makes it to be,” he said, “but we always welcome another set of hands. Ironhide, our weapons expert, will assess your abilities and get you your insignia.”
“Awesome!”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ironhide appeared in the door, and Optimus nodded to him. “Ironhide, these are Bumblebee and Bulkhead. They will be joining us today.” And may Primus have mercy on their Sparks.
“Come on, you two, we’ll get you started.” Ironhide led the new recruits out, and Optimus was left alone.
It was happening already. Those two had never been harmed by any Decepticon, and they had no particular opinion on the faction politics; they wanted to get involved because they admired Optimus. And he was going to use them, put them in harm’s way without hesitation, to put a halt to Megatron’s evil. Primus, what am I becoming? In two days’ time, he had to appear before the High Council to report on his progress, with half the councilors demanding to know why he hadn’t removed the Decepticons already and the other half thinking that he’d gone too far with his use of force. None of them would ever believe that Megatron had a mole in the cyberninjas; any description of Megatron’s atrocities would be dismissed as scaremongering. They would argue that he needed to deliver results with the funding he had, and he would argue that he needed more resources to bring the Autobots to their maximum effectiveness.
The latest word was that Megatron had brought the Seekers into his own band, had beaten a modicum of submission into Starscream. The High Council wouldn’t see the significance of that as Optimus did: Megatron had not even begun his true campaign. When he brought all of the Decepticons under his banner, then he would move. And the Autobots had to be ready.
This train of thought was getting him nowhere. A distraction would be welcome … and one arrived in the form of a message from Jazz, informing him that the survey team was on their way back. < Prowl was better than I predicted, the newbots did well, and we’re all half frozen from methane rain. Heat up the washracks for us. > Well, now. Optimus stood up. A welcome distraction indeed …
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Jazz directed the chilled and mud-caked team to several different wash bays, saying they each deserved a full tank of hot water. Tired as he was, Prowl did not suspect an ulterior motive until he entered his assigned wash bay and saw the blue-and-red form standing within.
“Time for me to return the favor,” Optimus Prime said. He gestured to the center of the room, and Prowl took his place there – if Prime wanted to put his hands all over him, he was hardly going to object!
“You had Jazz set me up,” he noted idly.
“I did.” Optimus turned on the water. It was hot; the sudden change in temperature set off error tags and stress warnings, but at the same time … Prowl groaned aloud. Out of the corner of his optic he saw Optimus hesitate slightly as he reached for the sponge. Right, the commander was paranoid about taking advantage of his rank; if Prowl acted like he was enjoying this too much, Optimus would stop. And so he stood silent and nearly motionless, even when Optimus scrubbed the plating between his door-wings. Inwardly, all his resources were allocated either to recording every sensation to memory, or to avoid showing any reaction. The sponge ran over his shoulders, and he stopped himself from gasping. It traced the edge of his wings, and he didn’t sway into the touch. It slid down his thigh, and his port almost slid open. He would be dreaming of this tonight, he knew.
All too soon, the water shut off and Prowl came out of his near trance. Optimus clapped him on the shoulder as he stepped under the drying fans. “Draw an extra energon ration and get some rest. I know how Gygax is this time of year.”
   Prowl nodded once, wordlessly; when Optimus had left the room, he let a long quiver travel up his wings. The effort of holding still was more than worthwhile.
***
   Prowl collected two cubes of energon for his evening refuel. He was standing in his usual corner to drink them, watching Sideswipe chat up two new recruits, when Ratchet walked up to him with a third cube. “Prowl, can you take this to Optimus? He hasn’t left his office all day.”
   Except to give him a scrub. Prowl’s wings flicked as he took the cube. “I’ll make sure he drinks it.”
   Sure enough, Optimus was right back at his desk, elbows planted on its surface and optics dimmed in a processing trance. He looked up as Prowl entered; Prowl set the energon cube in front of him. “Ratchet says you’ve been in here all day. I’m not the only one who needs rest. Drink it, take a break, and put your feet up.”
   Optimus waved at the rather bare office. “On what?”
   Prowl shrugged and changed into vehicle mode.
   “Prowl – what – I can’t – ” Optimus spluttered.
   “I have a report to compose, which I can do from here as well as anywhere else.” Prowl nudged Optimus’s shin with his bumper. “Up!”
   Optimus sighed and lifted his feet onto Prowl’s roof. “No one had better walk in on this …” he muttered. Prowl reached into the base network and locked the door; he was smirking to himself.
***
Methinks Prowl has a kink …

Next chapter: Optimus tells Prowl he can name his prize if he wins an exercise. Silly Optimus …
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Opening Maneuvers	By : sefiru Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 3161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers and make no money on this.

Opening Maneuvers