Sand

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

PG
Bayverse post RoS
Barricade, Scorponok
no warnings, other than the canon point.
for tf_rare_pairing Barricade/Scorponok: lost together

“This,” Barricade muttered, pushing up to his bot mode, “is totally your fault.” Yeah, okay, so Scorpofais couldn’t really answer back, but this sure as scrap hadn’t been Barricade’s idea.  How did Barricade know that? Because this idea SUCKED. 

His footplates made only slightly better progress on the soft sand than his tires, which had just pretty much spun in the silicate grit, digging in deeper ruts.  Walking wasn’t much better, Barricade’s weight sinking him into the ground up to his ankle gyros with each step.  Humans had the word ‘slog’ for this kind of thing, and as much as he hated to give them credit for much, he’d give them credit for ways to describe things that sucked.  Starting with ‘Earth’.  He had no idea what they thought it meant: to Barricade, it meant Place That Sucked.

Scorponok leapt from the sand, a graceful arching arabesque, and dove, sliding sleek as a knife back underground. Practically fraggin’ frolicking or something. 

Show off, he thought, sourly.

At least the sun was bright and warm.  The black of his armor, carefully meshed with solar collectors, was soaking up the solar radiation, sending energy tingling through a hundred thousand copper filaments of his drycell energy storage. So there’s your fraggin’ bright side, Barricade.  At least you won’t starve to death on this fraggin’ fool’s errand.

Because that’s what it was. 

Of course, that could describe pretty much every mission he’d been sent on, like…ever. Sure thing, Soundwave. Yup. Big secret human base in the middle of the desert. Can’t miss it. 

Yeah?  Missed it.  Probably because of the ‘secret’ part.  And Soundwave’s fuzzy coordinates. 

Not that Tentacle-face would cop to it, of course.  Some mumbojumbo story about weird magnetic fields  and countermeasures throwing off his positioning. Right. Probably deliberate. Probably wanted Barricade to get lost, wandering in the desert with Scorponok, who was probably the worst mission buddy ever.

Okay not ever.  Frag. He still kinda missed Frenzy. And Frenzy would be just as bored as Barricade was: no vending machines to hack, no radio commercials to quote verbatim or that ‘Friday’ song that he screeched along to endlessly, except changing it to ‘Frenzy’. Frag, he’d probably have started reciting TVTropes from memory.  Which would have been annoying but at least kinda funny.  Frenzy’d cached that site every time he got a good wifi connection.

Frag. He’d’ve loved 4G. 

Yeah, this was the fraggin’ problem with Scorponok.  Too much time to think.

Scorponok burst out of the sand again, spraying Barricade’s thighs with the fine grit. One auger claw tapped at his leg. 

“No,” Barricade muttered. “Not juicebox time.” He stopped himself.  Frag.  Frenzy had gotten him calling energon rations ‘juiceboxes’.  Fraggin’ pest.  But right now he missed Frenzy with a pain that made him shiver, even in the desert’s heat.

Scorponok whipped around him in a tight circle, stopping in the same position, this time, his comm port was open.  He clicked, augers whirring with excitement.

“Ew. No way. Don’t want to talk to you.”  Seriously. What the frag would the symbiont have to say anyway?  Nothing good.  Probably more ::miss blackout mastermiss longingsadness:: slag.  Yeah, just the uplifting thing Barricade needed. 

Scorponok’s gears whined, the open mechanisms that ground through stone on his back whirring wildly as he ran another circuit, tighter this time so that Barricade could barely manage a step forward. 

“Fine!” Barricade said. Might as well complete the complete misery of this event. Lost, depressed and now chitchatting with a grieving symbiont.  A trifecta of suck. Soundwave was probably floating up there chortling at this, too. Recording it for posterity or some slag. He snatched open his comm hatch, jerking out his cable, snapping it home into the port, gritting his dentae as Scorponok tightened the chuck down against it, locking it into position.  He braced himself for woe. 

::sunsanddiggingjoy?::

“Frag that.”  Right.  He hated this sand slag. 

::sunchargingopenjoy?::

“No. Stop asking me stupid slag.  What frag you want, anyway?” He tightened his hand on the cable, giving it a tug. 

::Barricadesad::

“Frag that. No way. Just torqued off because this whole mission is fraggin’ stupid.” Beyond stupid, really. 

::Sadbarricadesadsadfrenzysad.::

Barricade felt a growl build in his chassis.  “Yeah, we’re done talking.”

::Frenzygoneblackoutgonebarricadescorponokleftleftsurvivesadleft::

“Stop talking.” 

::togethernotsadnotsadnotsadjoysandsundaynightlifealive::

Barricade clenched his talons, the metal spires grating against each other. “What the frag you want from me?”

::happy?::

No. Not happy. Never again. Frag that. 

::Scorponoklikefrenzyfrenzyenergyjoyexcitementbarricadenotsad::  The truncated tail whipped, eagerly. 

“No. You’re not.”  But not enough unlike Frenzy for his spark’s sake.

A long pause, the four optics rotating, as if trying to focus on something that kept moving in front of him, forever out of range. ::….juicebox?::

Before he could stop himself, Barricade had reached into his storage, tugging out one of the pink sludgy rationpacks and thrusting it down.   He swore as one of the auger claws reached up for it.  Not the same. Not the same at all. And they were lost in the middle of the desert and Soundwave was probably laughing at him and Frenzy was dead and Blackout was under a couple of miles of icy water and…suddenly as Scorponok began slurping noisily at the ration, the sheer simple symbiont joy of fueling and getting his own way and the hot sun charging his back and the sand tempting him to play…it didn’t hurt as much. 

Comments

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

awww hell. now I'm crying. damnit woman.

*wibbles*

[skyure.livejournal.com]

Finding joy in the small things, and suddenly, it stops hurting so badly.

looking outside, seeing beauty in small things, ice on your car, a pattern the rain draws on your window, the kind of sparkling when Sun hits the raindrops ... yeah

Suddenly it doesn´t hurt as much as it did before.

[eerian_sadow]

T_T *gets the kleenex*

[kujasangela.livejournal.com]

*sniffles* this was beautiful. <3

[playswithworms.livejournal.com]

Frenzy ;_;
Scoropuppy, awwwww <33333333333 yes yes how can there be sads with sunshine and sand and juiceboxes!!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD *cuddles*
*also stealth Jedi cuddles for Barricade poof! and gone before he knows what happened ha!*
*tucks into memories*

[mewsing.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwww... :)

[xxsomeoneelsexx.livejournal.com]

So cuuuute ;w;

And I died with lols at the Friday bit. That would be so Frenzy. XD