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randomplaces2008-08-06 10:48 pm
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TFA'verse. Autobot headquarters. Not the shape I want to be.
Koko PINpointed back home and stood looking out over Detroit, her shoulders drooping as she thought about the past couple days' unsuccessful search for the couch that had changed her into a Cybertronian. She'd heard plenty of rumors of the thing... especially how some orange femme had taken to blowing it to slag every time it regenerated. But she'd been unable to find the femme, either, despite the fact that she was supposed to live in the Nexus.
She was aware of slight sounds and smooth movements behind her as Prowl came onto the roof and knelt behind her before gently pulling her close.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, concern in his calm voice.
She sighed and leaned her cheek against his arm. "I was looking for that couch. But it's vanished."
Prowl was silent for a moment, but then he looked down at her. "You know that I love you no matter the form that you bear."
"Yes." Her hand came up and rubbed his arm as she sternly pushed away the tears of disappointment and frustration that made her eyes blur. "I know that. But in my mech body... I can keep up with you. I feel free."
His hand gently touched her hair, and then she felt the soft tingle of a kiss on her head and looked up at him.
"You ran circles around me the first day I met you." His mouth quirked upward at the corners as his optics met her gaze. "Nothing will ever hold you down, my fireworks child."
She sighed again and leaned back against him, hearing the steady throb of his systems and the soft song of his spark.
"I can almost feel you," she whispered. "Even when I'm like this."
He nodded. "You may not have a spark, but the human body has an electrical feild. Our bond is still alive. I feel your sadness."
Her arms tightened around his as she smiled slightly, longing for the comfort of that bond and clinging to the faint ghost of it that was left. "I love you."
His own smile grew slightly, and she remembered the wonder and and quiet joy that went with that smile. "And I you. Forever."
Her own smile grew, and then turned to laughter as Ratchet's dry voice spoke from behind Prowl.
"I think I'm going to hurl my oil," said the red and white mech contemptuously. "If I wanted to see and hear this slag I'd have stayed inside and watched Bulkhead and Bandit's movie."
"Are they watching 'Princess Bride' again?" Koko's voice quivered with amusement as she saw past the old one's sarcasm and responded to it as she always did.
"Yech." He growled and headed for the other side of the roof.
Koko laughed softly, then gave a slight squeak as she found herself swept up and born across the roof and down the tree in what seemed like one breathless swoop.
"Aii!" She turned as Prowl stopped in their room, laughing as she put her hands to the sides of his face and set her lips to his in a quick but earnest kiss.
"I can't do that when you're a Transformer," he said, laughter dancing in his own voice as she tucked her head under his chin and put her arms around his neck. "But...." He rubbed her back gently. "If you like, I'll come and help you look tomorrow."
Koko blinked, then tightened her arms. "Thank you."
He sighed, spark singing of contentment, but then turned so that she could see the little table that he'd set up... and decorated with her favorite meal.
"Oh!" She lifted her head to look at it, recognizing his own work in the carefully formed nigiri and elegantly arranged china; in the lone chrysanthemum that graced the setting with its spidery silver glory, and in the beautifully simple tea set that he'd made for her last birthday.
"Are you hungry?" His smile took on a hopeful cast.
She kissed him again, then slipped free and went to kneel at the table. "For this? Always."
He knelt across from her, his visored optics once more meeting hers before he bowed his head for the prayer that she always spoke before she ate.
Koko bowed as well, swallowing a slight lump as she thanked Jesus softly, not realizing that her human voice was stumbling over words in what had become her heart language. But Prowl recognized the broken Cybertronian, and added his own unspoken prayer to the Creator of all, asking that their search on the morrow be successful so that his spark-mate could run freely at his side again as she loved to do.
She was aware of slight sounds and smooth movements behind her as Prowl came onto the roof and knelt behind her before gently pulling her close.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly, concern in his calm voice.
She sighed and leaned her cheek against his arm. "I was looking for that couch. But it's vanished."
Prowl was silent for a moment, but then he looked down at her. "You know that I love you no matter the form that you bear."
"Yes." Her hand came up and rubbed his arm as she sternly pushed away the tears of disappointment and frustration that made her eyes blur. "I know that. But in my mech body... I can keep up with you. I feel free."
His hand gently touched her hair, and then she felt the soft tingle of a kiss on her head and looked up at him.
"You ran circles around me the first day I met you." His mouth quirked upward at the corners as his optics met her gaze. "Nothing will ever hold you down, my fireworks child."
She sighed again and leaned back against him, hearing the steady throb of his systems and the soft song of his spark.
"I can almost feel you," she whispered. "Even when I'm like this."
He nodded. "You may not have a spark, but the human body has an electrical feild. Our bond is still alive. I feel your sadness."
Her arms tightened around his as she smiled slightly, longing for the comfort of that bond and clinging to the faint ghost of it that was left. "I love you."
His own smile grew slightly, and she remembered the wonder and and quiet joy that went with that smile. "And I you. Forever."
Her own smile grew, and then turned to laughter as Ratchet's dry voice spoke from behind Prowl.
"I think I'm going to hurl my oil," said the red and white mech contemptuously. "If I wanted to see and hear this slag I'd have stayed inside and watched Bulkhead and Bandit's movie."
"Are they watching 'Princess Bride' again?" Koko's voice quivered with amusement as she saw past the old one's sarcasm and responded to it as she always did.
"Yech." He growled and headed for the other side of the roof.
Koko laughed softly, then gave a slight squeak as she found herself swept up and born across the roof and down the tree in what seemed like one breathless swoop.
"Aii!" She turned as Prowl stopped in their room, laughing as she put her hands to the sides of his face and set her lips to his in a quick but earnest kiss.
"I can't do that when you're a Transformer," he said, laughter dancing in his own voice as she tucked her head under his chin and put her arms around his neck. "But...." He rubbed her back gently. "If you like, I'll come and help you look tomorrow."
Koko blinked, then tightened her arms. "Thank you."
He sighed, spark singing of contentment, but then turned so that she could see the little table that he'd set up... and decorated with her favorite meal.
"Oh!" She lifted her head to look at it, recognizing his own work in the carefully formed nigiri and elegantly arranged china; in the lone chrysanthemum that graced the setting with its spidery silver glory, and in the beautifully simple tea set that he'd made for her last birthday.
"Are you hungry?" His smile took on a hopeful cast.
She kissed him again, then slipped free and went to kneel at the table. "For this? Always."
He knelt across from her, his visored optics once more meeting hers before he bowed his head for the prayer that she always spoke before she ate.
Koko bowed as well, swallowing a slight lump as she thanked Jesus softly, not realizing that her human voice was stumbling over words in what had become her heart language. But Prowl recognized the broken Cybertronian, and added his own unspoken prayer to the Creator of all, asking that their search on the morrow be successful so that his spark-mate could run freely at his side again as she loved to do.