Fanfic -- Untitled First Aid/Brawl snippet
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dunmurderinTitle: Untitled
Originally Posted: March 29, 2007
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Brawl, First Aid (eta: WTF, fic's been up since 2007 and I just now noticed that I screwed up the characters? Way to go me!)
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: approximately 844 words
Rating/Genre: PG/Gen
Summary: see Author's Notes below
Author's Notes: A snippet that takes place at some point after Orphans; E-Cons is in reference to the second generation or "evolved" Decepticons.
First Aid watched Brawl from the doorway, watched as the bigger Combaticon sat on a bench that creaked under his weight and watched as Brawl stared down at the floor. Carefully, First Aid walked over toward him.
"Swindle's going to be ok," First Aid said, pausing outside of Brawl's reach. He'd spent enough time around the Combaticons to know that Brawl's default emotion was anger. His reaction to any stimulus, particularly in situations where he was unsure of himself, was almost always that of rage.
For now, though, Brawl was quiet. First Aid continued:
"We had a rough time with him, especially at first. He was in bad shape, but we did everything we could and he will be fine." First Aid paused again, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
Again, Brawl remained quiet, motionless.
"Vortex is in with him now, though Swindle's still groggy. You can go in and see him, see them both if you want."
Finally, Brawl moved. Not the sudden, enraged attack First Aid had expected, but a slow raising of his head. His optics glowed like the coals of a fire as he stared at First Aid.
"Already knew all that stuff," he said. "Vortex has been radioing me since he got in there."
"So why don't you go in there and see him too?" First Aid asked.
"Rather not." Brawl clenched his fists hard enough that First Aid could hear the servo-motors in his joints creak. "They don't want me in there."
"Why?" Since their arrival on Cybertron after Jhiaxus's attack on Charr, the remaining Combaticons were almost incestuously close. They squabbled almost constantly, but when things got rough, they closed ranks as if on command. For his brothers to reject Brawl now was out of character, to say the least.
“They’re mad at me.” Brawl said, unclenching his fists. “Or Vortex is, anyway.”
“Why is he mad at you?” First Aid asked.
Brawl sighed. “When we were out with the others, tracking those E-Con null-sigs, Vortex said he thought he might have heard something.”
“Heard something?” First Aid stepped in closer, crouching slightly so he could look into Brawl’s face. “What did he hear?”
“It was a radio signal. Faint, real faint, but on one of the frequencies we used to use, y’know, before Onslaught and Blast Off were killed.”
“We don’t know that, Brawl,” First Aid said. “At best, they’re MIA. All the reports I’ve seen --”
Brawl looked up at First Aid, his expression angry and contemptuous. “If they were still alive, they’d have made it back to us. We’re Combaticons. Only people who want us around are other Combaticons -- an’ you. They’re dead.”
“The others don’t agree with you?”
“That’s why they’re mad at me.” Brawl said “Vortex heard the signal; he says he got some coordinates from it. He tried to go after them, so I had to go after him -- and thump him for being stupid enough to leave the middle of an attack -- and that’s when Swindle got hit. So, ‘Tex is mad at me now for not letting him go and for letting Swindle get hurt."
“If it wasn’t Onslaught, who do you think it was?”
“Gestalt ghost -- Bruticus hiccups sometimes. He’s fading slow, but he’s still there. Sometimes, sometimes I think he wants to try and wake up." Brawl shrugged, pensively. “Or signal bleed through from one of the damn E-Cons. Or wishful thinking. I don‘t know. I don’t care.”
“That’s not true and you know it.” First Aid stepped within arm’s reach of Brawl for the first time. “You’re mad at them for being mad at you -- and I think maybe you’re a little scared that you might wrong.”
"Only thing I care about, is keeping those two idiots from getting themselves killed." Brawl stood up, towering over First Aid. "I ain't wrong," he growled. "There's no way Onslaught an' Blast Off are still alive; they wouldn't leave us!"
"Would it hurt to check?" First Aid said. "To run the coordinates Vortex thinks he got? You know them, right? We can see if they lead to anything. If they don't, it's not like you have to tell Vortex or Swindle what you found out."
Brawl shifted, looking toward the medbay doors. "...I should stay here," he said. "Y'know, just in case..."
"Command Center is a breem from here," First Aid said. "We can be back here in plenty of time if Swindle wakes up. If Onslaught and Blast Off are still out there, don't you want to know for sure?"
Brawl continued to hesitate. "If they're not out there, I don't want to know," he said, finally. "It's easier not knowing."
"Since when do you wimp out?" First Aid asked, bracing himself for Brawl's reaction and hoping that the tankformer would stop after one punch.
Again, Brawl surprised him. "You're baiting me. It's not gonna work," he said. "I ain't gonna put them through this again; we lost our brothers once, that was enough. You better go check on 'em now. I'm gonna wait here."
Originally Posted: March 29, 2007
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Brawl, First Aid (eta: WTF, fic's been up since 2007 and I just now noticed that I screwed up the characters? Way to go me!)
Prompt: N/A
Word Count: approximately 844 words
Rating/Genre: PG/Gen
Summary: see Author's Notes below
Author's Notes: A snippet that takes place at some point after Orphans; E-Cons is in reference to the second generation or "evolved" Decepticons.
First Aid watched Brawl from the doorway, watched as the bigger Combaticon sat on a bench that creaked under his weight and watched as Brawl stared down at the floor. Carefully, First Aid walked over toward him.
"Swindle's going to be ok," First Aid said, pausing outside of Brawl's reach. He'd spent enough time around the Combaticons to know that Brawl's default emotion was anger. His reaction to any stimulus, particularly in situations where he was unsure of himself, was almost always that of rage.
For now, though, Brawl was quiet. First Aid continued:
"We had a rough time with him, especially at first. He was in bad shape, but we did everything we could and he will be fine." First Aid paused again, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
Again, Brawl remained quiet, motionless.
"Vortex is in with him now, though Swindle's still groggy. You can go in and see him, see them both if you want."
Finally, Brawl moved. Not the sudden, enraged attack First Aid had expected, but a slow raising of his head. His optics glowed like the coals of a fire as he stared at First Aid.
"Already knew all that stuff," he said. "Vortex has been radioing me since he got in there."
"So why don't you go in there and see him too?" First Aid asked.
"Rather not." Brawl clenched his fists hard enough that First Aid could hear the servo-motors in his joints creak. "They don't want me in there."
"Why?" Since their arrival on Cybertron after Jhiaxus's attack on Charr, the remaining Combaticons were almost incestuously close. They squabbled almost constantly, but when things got rough, they closed ranks as if on command. For his brothers to reject Brawl now was out of character, to say the least.
“They’re mad at me.” Brawl said, unclenching his fists. “Or Vortex is, anyway.”
“Why is he mad at you?” First Aid asked.
Brawl sighed. “When we were out with the others, tracking those E-Con null-sigs, Vortex said he thought he might have heard something.”
“Heard something?” First Aid stepped in closer, crouching slightly so he could look into Brawl’s face. “What did he hear?”
“It was a radio signal. Faint, real faint, but on one of the frequencies we used to use, y’know, before Onslaught and Blast Off were killed.”
“We don’t know that, Brawl,” First Aid said. “At best, they’re MIA. All the reports I’ve seen --”
Brawl looked up at First Aid, his expression angry and contemptuous. “If they were still alive, they’d have made it back to us. We’re Combaticons. Only people who want us around are other Combaticons -- an’ you. They’re dead.”
“The others don’t agree with you?”
“That’s why they’re mad at me.” Brawl said “Vortex heard the signal; he says he got some coordinates from it. He tried to go after them, so I had to go after him -- and thump him for being stupid enough to leave the middle of an attack -- and that’s when Swindle got hit. So, ‘Tex is mad at me now for not letting him go and for letting Swindle get hurt."
“If it wasn’t Onslaught, who do you think it was?”
“Gestalt ghost -- Bruticus hiccups sometimes. He’s fading slow, but he’s still there. Sometimes, sometimes I think he wants to try and wake up." Brawl shrugged, pensively. “Or signal bleed through from one of the damn E-Cons. Or wishful thinking. I don‘t know. I don’t care.”
“That’s not true and you know it.” First Aid stepped within arm’s reach of Brawl for the first time. “You’re mad at them for being mad at you -- and I think maybe you’re a little scared that you might wrong.”
"Only thing I care about, is keeping those two idiots from getting themselves killed." Brawl stood up, towering over First Aid. "I ain't wrong," he growled. "There's no way Onslaught an' Blast Off are still alive; they wouldn't leave us!"
"Would it hurt to check?" First Aid said. "To run the coordinates Vortex thinks he got? You know them, right? We can see if they lead to anything. If they don't, it's not like you have to tell Vortex or Swindle what you found out."
Brawl shifted, looking toward the medbay doors. "...I should stay here," he said. "Y'know, just in case..."
"Command Center is a breem from here," First Aid said. "We can be back here in plenty of time if Swindle wakes up. If Onslaught and Blast Off are still out there, don't you want to know for sure?"
Brawl continued to hesitate. "If they're not out there, I don't want to know," he said, finally. "It's easier not knowing."
"Since when do you wimp out?" First Aid asked, bracing himself for Brawl's reaction and hoping that the tankformer would stop after one punch.
Again, Brawl surprised him. "You're baiting me. It's not gonna work," he said. "I ain't gonna put them through this again; we lost our brothers once, that was enough. You better go check on 'em now. I'm gonna wait here."
