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shadow_vector2010-06-19 10:30 am
Anger Management
Bayverse
Decepticon Ensemble: Barricade, Blackout, Bonecrusher, Brawl, Starscream
this is...kinda, a hurt/comfort prompt. Gone cracky
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hc_bingo prompt: counseling/therapy. I'd wanted to write something serious and intense, but the whole h/c is offensive wankstorm made me actually conversely, too wary to deal with a serious topic, for fear that I'd be told that my own personal experiences with 'therapy' (which have all been...horrible) were offensive and invalid. Bonecrusher was outraged. Like, even more than usual. Like enough that even Barricade decided to shut his mouth. Even though, inwardly, Barricade was dying laughing.
Oh, Soundwave, he thought, big mistake.
Bonecrusher slammed his ration pouch onto the table. When the frag had he decided he fueled with them, anyway? Barricade groused. Still, not a good idea to mention that, either, right now.
Starscream tilted his head, looking at Barricade pointedly, the gaze saying ‘you know, don’t you?’ Barricade gave one short downward jerk of his chin. The follow-up look asked, ‘are you behind it?’ He shook his head.
“Bonecrusher,” Starscream began, gently.
“Shut it!” Bonecrusher snapped. “Trying to refuel here.”
Blackout’s optics widened under his crest. Wow. “Uhhh, something bothering you?” Barricade winced for him.
“NO!” Bonecrusher roared, squeezing his ration pouch so hard a seam burst. The sludgy energon glopped over his fingers. “Now look what you made me do!”
Blackout and Starscream exchanged a look. Barricade sighed. “He got some orders from Soundwave he didn’t like,” Barricade said. Diplomatically. Ah, nods all around. Yes. Soundwave’s orders were never happy things.
Brawl spoke up for the first time, looking up from where he’d been fumbling with his autoinjector. Trust Brawl, Barricade thought, to have problems eating. “He’s got some like anger management thing he’s got to, like, go to.”
Blackout made a strange spluttering sound, slapping one hand over his mouth.
Bonecrusher snarled at Brawl, reaching over, his long arms simply thrusting Barricade back, to snatch at the pouch that Brawl had finally managed to insert. “Gimme that,” he snapped, jerking it out of Brawl’s hands, the rubber hose popping out of the autoinjector port.
“Uh, okay,” Brawl said, optics distraught watching his meal travel across the table and away from him, torn between hunger and the fact that he had an agonizing crush on the mine destroyer. “Kinda hungry,” he said, quietly.
“Why do you not go lick the spilled energon off of Bonecrusher’s fingers?” Starscream hinted. Fraggin’ jet thought he was a brilliant problem solver. Forgetting, Barricade thought, that that meant the rest of them would get to watch the disturbing spectacle of Brawl slurping on Bonecrusher’s fingers. Particularly sanity-damaging, Barricade considered, was the look of idiot bliss on the tank’s face.
“So, uhhhh,” Blackout said, his voice still a little rough from trying to recover from his…whatever. “Anger management?”
Bonecrusher’s optics locked on Blackout. His ventilations got loud and fierce. “Yes,” he said, tightly.
“I do not see it,” Starscream said, soothingly, dropping a too-casual hand through the line of sight. “Your anger seems extremely well-managed to me.”
Uh, yeah. That’s because Starscream was either delusional or couldn’t see past his own bloated ego. Or lying. Hrm. Tough choice. Starscream, you needlessly complicated jet.
“The first step is recognizing you have a problem,” Blackout said, pointedly.
“My PROBLEM,” Bonecrusher heaved, “is named Soundwave.”
Well, no argument there.
Except, apparently, from Brawl.
Brawl looked up from where he was licking into Bonecrusher’s wrist mechanism. “That’s not what you wrote in your journal last night.”
Even Starscream choked on this one. “J-journal?”
“Yes!” Brawl said, optics brightening. He had a moron’s glee about being invited into any conversation. “That’s the first part. He had to do this whole inventory thing where he had to check all sorts of stuff and how angry they made him—“
“Everything,” Bonecrusher said, darkly, his optics nailed to Brawl’s back cannons. Probably, Barricade thought, fantasizing about pouring concrete in the barrels.
“Yeah. And a lot! He broke two styluseses…styli…style-wuss….” Brawl blinked. Defeated by language again, Barricade thought. Sad.
“They were defective. Obviously.” Bonecrusher’s armor squinched in. Barricade took the opportunity at the sudden uncomfortable silence to snatch at Starscream’s fizzy pink energon and throw down a swallow. Brawl’s imminent demise was a good distraction.
The jet’s bronze fingers pulled it from his grasp. Whatever. He got some. Better than nothing. Besides, wasn’t fun if Starscream didn’t play. “Obviously,” Starscream agreed, mildly. “Now, the question is, what do you do now?”
“Now?” Bonecrusher managed to tear his Murderously Hateful stare from Brawl’s beetly head. “Fraggin’ orders. Have to go to this ridiculous thing.”
“I wonder what happens at one of those things,” Blackout mused. Yeah, the likelihood of the copter ever needing anger management was about the same as Barricade being valedictorian of charm school. Speaking of…Barricade’s hand snaked, subtly, of course, across the table to wrap around Blackout’s ration. ‘Bout time he donated something for the cause. Of…Barricade’s sanity.
“Oh it’s cool!” Brawl said. Wow, he did not take hints, did he? “There are presentations, which are gonna be multimediums—that means like lights and noises and everything. And then discussion. And then, the best part! Group sharing!”
Barricade choked on the airframe-grade energon. Part of him wanted to die right along with Bonecrusher in mortification. Save for the whole, ‘do anything voluntarily with Bonecrusher’ thing. And the whole ‘die laughing at Bonecrusher’s humiliation’ thing he'd have to miss out on.
“That sounds immensely fun,” Starscream said, neutrally. “But I must ask. How do you know so much about this, Brawl?”
“Because I’m going too!” the tank burbled.
“Fraggin’ idiot punched Soundwave in the face. To prove he had problems, too.”
“Oh, no denying that,” Barricade coughed. “Brawl’s got some slaggin’ problems, all right.”
“I didn’t want you to go through it alone!” Brawl said, optics wide and happy.
“Case in point,” Barricade added.
“Well, that sounds pretty cool, then,” Blackout said. “At least you’ll have Brawl to share it with. Better than the whole thing by yourself.”
“And you shall have someone to talk with,” Starscream added. “And they do say that misery loves company.”
“Not Brawl’s company,” Barricade muttered. Starscream shushed him.
Bonecrusher’s optics narrowed, then…kind of softened, drifting to Brawl’s eagerly nodding face. Barricade wondered if the energon he’d cadged had been tainted: he felt distinctly queasy all of a sudden. “Yeah,” Bonecrusher said. “Guess you’re right. Someone to punch.”
“See?” Blackout said, “the healing has begun.”
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*someone kill fem and put everyone out of their misery*
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i'll just be over here in the corner giggling with Barricade.
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Was reading in the middle of the night & didn't want to wake the house.
I love how you write Barricade and his interactions with anyone else.
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*giggle* Bonecrusher and Brawl - the brain breaks!
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