Fanfic -- Untitled (On His Knees Pipes)
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dunmurderinTitle: Untitled; written for "On His Knees Pipes"
Originally Posted: February 3, 2007
Word Count: approximately 510 words
Characters: Pipes, Huffer, Tailgate, Hoist, Grapple
Warnings/Rating: PG/slash only in the sense that Huffer and Pipes are a couple in the universe this fic takes place in. Angst.
Author's Note: Takes place, technically, during Transformers: The Movie; inspired by a line from my Creative Block that was basically "Much is made of the first kiss, but what about the last kiss."
The rock wouldn't move. Pipes slammed himself against it, hands scrabbling for purchase as he tried without success to get a grip on it. He sank to his knees, clawing at the ground -- if he couldn't lift it, maybe he could push it over or roll it out of the way.
His radio was buzzing. Someone was talking to him, all but ordering him to answer but he ignored it. The battle was over. He'd heard the scream of engines as the shuttles had taken off, chased by Galvatron -- whoever he was.
The rock wouldn't move. Pipes stopped digging; his arm canons were in the way, preventing him from getting the right angle to really dig. He briefly considered then dismissed the idea of firing corrosives at either the ground. Anything strong enough to remove the rock was also strong enough to dissolve who -- what -- was underneath.
He could hear engines approaching. It would have been easy enough for the others to triangulate his position. They'd likely heard the same transmission he had. He heard someone -- Grapple -- come up behind him and try to pull him back. Without thinking, Pipes turned and swung a cannon arm, putting all his strength into it. He was glad to hear not only the clang of metal on metal but Grapple's yelp of pain.
The damned rock wouldn't move. Helplessly, Pipes pounded it with his fists but that only caused chips of stone to fly back and scrape his paint. He looked down, leaning heavily against the hard, unyielding rock and catching a glimpse of orange peeking out of the hole he'd dug.
He stopped, picking up the fragment and studying it. It was the wrong color to be part of the city walls. He could hear Grapple and Hoist's worried voices behind him, arguing with someone walking up behind him.
This time, the hand on his shoulder was smaller, instantly familiar. "C'mon, Pipes," Tailgate said. "Let Hoist and Grapple move the rock. They'll get him out."
Pipes didn't move. He could remember soft lips pressed against his faceplate. "Be safe," Huffer had said, like he always did whenever they parted. Didn't matter if it was for a battle or a briefing; it was just part of the ever-present fretting that was Huffer.
Pipes felt the pull of Tailgate's magnets. Not strong enough to pull him back; just enough of a tug to remind him of his friend's presence.
"C'mon, Pipes," Tailgate said again. "Let them do their job. We won't leave; we'll just get out of the way."
"Okay," Pipes said, holding the fragment tightly as Tailgate led him back from the rock. He looked at Grapple who was nursing a dent in his upper leg. "I'm sorry."
Grapple glanced at the armor fragment and frowned, face twisting. "As am I. He was a good engineer; a good friend."
"Yeah, he was." Pipes followed Tailgate off to one side, leaning against the wall. The two of them stood quietly, holding hands and watching as the rock moved.
Originally Posted: February 3, 2007
Word Count: approximately 510 words
Characters: Pipes, Huffer, Tailgate, Hoist, Grapple
Warnings/Rating: PG/slash only in the sense that Huffer and Pipes are a couple in the universe this fic takes place in. Angst.
Author's Note: Takes place, technically, during Transformers: The Movie; inspired by a line from my Creative Block that was basically "Much is made of the first kiss, but what about the last kiss."
The rock wouldn't move. Pipes slammed himself against it, hands scrabbling for purchase as he tried without success to get a grip on it. He sank to his knees, clawing at the ground -- if he couldn't lift it, maybe he could push it over or roll it out of the way.
His radio was buzzing. Someone was talking to him, all but ordering him to answer but he ignored it. The battle was over. He'd heard the scream of engines as the shuttles had taken off, chased by Galvatron -- whoever he was.
The rock wouldn't move. Pipes stopped digging; his arm canons were in the way, preventing him from getting the right angle to really dig. He briefly considered then dismissed the idea of firing corrosives at either the ground. Anything strong enough to remove the rock was also strong enough to dissolve who -- what -- was underneath.
He could hear engines approaching. It would have been easy enough for the others to triangulate his position. They'd likely heard the same transmission he had. He heard someone -- Grapple -- come up behind him and try to pull him back. Without thinking, Pipes turned and swung a cannon arm, putting all his strength into it. He was glad to hear not only the clang of metal on metal but Grapple's yelp of pain.
The damned rock wouldn't move. Helplessly, Pipes pounded it with his fists but that only caused chips of stone to fly back and scrape his paint. He looked down, leaning heavily against the hard, unyielding rock and catching a glimpse of orange peeking out of the hole he'd dug.
He stopped, picking up the fragment and studying it. It was the wrong color to be part of the city walls. He could hear Grapple and Hoist's worried voices behind him, arguing with someone walking up behind him.
This time, the hand on his shoulder was smaller, instantly familiar. "C'mon, Pipes," Tailgate said. "Let Hoist and Grapple move the rock. They'll get him out."
Pipes didn't move. He could remember soft lips pressed against his faceplate. "Be safe," Huffer had said, like he always did whenever they parted. Didn't matter if it was for a battle or a briefing; it was just part of the ever-present fretting that was Huffer.
Pipes felt the pull of Tailgate's magnets. Not strong enough to pull him back; just enough of a tug to remind him of his friend's presence.
"C'mon, Pipes," Tailgate said again. "Let them do their job. We won't leave; we'll just get out of the way."
"Okay," Pipes said, holding the fragment tightly as Tailgate led him back from the rock. He looked at Grapple who was nursing a dent in his upper leg. "I'm sorry."
Grapple glanced at the armor fragment and frowned, face twisting. "As am I. He was a good engineer; a good friend."
"Yeah, he was." Pipes followed Tailgate off to one side, leaning against the wall. The two of them stood quietly, holding hands and watching as the rock moved.
