Fanfic -- Naive Pipes
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dunmurderinTitle: Untitled, Naive Pipes
Originally Posted: May 11, 2006
Author’s Note: Takes place circa 1993 between end of Season 2 and The Movie.
“Alright, Pipes, if you’ll hold your right arm horizontally, I can commence scanning,” Perceptor said. “The anti-corrosion coating Wheeljack administered should be fully set by this point in time.”
“Yessir,” Pipes said, holding his arm in place as instructed.
Carly glanced over toward the two Autobots as she walked into the lab, heading for the coffee maker prior to getting started on some research. “Hi Perceptor, hi Pipes,” she said.
“Hello, Carly!” Perceptor said cheerfully. “And how are you this fine day?”
Carly smiled. “Good, good,” she said. “Doctor’s appointment went well, the baby is developing normally. I’ll give you a full report when you’re done, okay?”
“Splendid!” Perceptor said, then explained for Pipes‘s benefit. “Carly and Spike are expecting their first child and they’ve been considerate enough to allow me to monitor her progress. I’ve been studying organic reproduction for years now and it’s been fascinating but having the opportunity to observe a human’s gestational period first hand is, well it’s a rare opportunity!”
“Oh,” said Pipes, looking helplessly over at Carly. “Uhm…yeah, I bet it is.”
Carly chuckled as she picked up her coffee cup and looked at the empty coffee pot. “..oh no..” she said, checking the switches. It was on. She knew she‘d turned it on and set the timer the night before. The coffee maker gurgled as she moved it around. “Damnit! Oh, don’t tell me! Stupid piece of crap! Damnit!”
“What’s wrong?” Perceptor asked as Carly slammed a fist on the counter.
“The stupid coffee maker’s broken!” she said, feeling tears pricking at her eyes. “Auugh, damnit! I set everything last night! I’m down to one cup a day and I was really looking forward to this!”
She wiped at her eyes, looking up in time to see Pipes staring at her with optics that were bright with dismay. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked. “What do we have to do?”
“Well, for one thing, now I have to get a new coffee maker,” Carly said, forcing her anger back down. Stupid hormones. “No more garage sale deals for me, this time I’m spending real money on a real coffee maker.”
“Oh,” Pipes said, solemnly. “Uhm, if you need somebody to back you up when you go looking for this coffee maker, I can go. Once Perceptor clears me for duty, but I think he‘s almost done.”
It took Carly a moment to realize what Pipes meant and when she did, she had to stifle back a giggle. “I just have to go to Wal-Mart, Pipes. No back up required, but if you could give me a ride, I’d appreciate it. Spike’s not supposed to be back from class until six.”
“Wal-Mart?” Pipes asked, looking at Perceptor.
“Wal-Mart is a store, Pipes,” Perceptor said gently. “A place where humans go to buy goods and services that they need. They sell food, clothing and consumer products that the humans require.”
“Consumer products?” Pipes looked lost. “What’re those?”
“Didn’t you ever go to a store or a market, Pipes?” Carly asked.
“No ma’am,” he said. “We didn’t have them; me and Tailgate used to do supply runs, but those were usually stealing things from Decepticon supply dumps. Or scavenging waste areas.”
“Tell you what,” Carly said. “When you’re done, I’ll take you shopping. Sound good?”
“Sure!”
Originally Posted: May 11, 2006
Author’s Note: Takes place circa 1993 between end of Season 2 and The Movie.
“Alright, Pipes, if you’ll hold your right arm horizontally, I can commence scanning,” Perceptor said. “The anti-corrosion coating Wheeljack administered should be fully set by this point in time.”
“Yessir,” Pipes said, holding his arm in place as instructed.
Carly glanced over toward the two Autobots as she walked into the lab, heading for the coffee maker prior to getting started on some research. “Hi Perceptor, hi Pipes,” she said.
“Hello, Carly!” Perceptor said cheerfully. “And how are you this fine day?”
Carly smiled. “Good, good,” she said. “Doctor’s appointment went well, the baby is developing normally. I’ll give you a full report when you’re done, okay?”
“Splendid!” Perceptor said, then explained for Pipes‘s benefit. “Carly and Spike are expecting their first child and they’ve been considerate enough to allow me to monitor her progress. I’ve been studying organic reproduction for years now and it’s been fascinating but having the opportunity to observe a human’s gestational period first hand is, well it’s a rare opportunity!”
“Oh,” said Pipes, looking helplessly over at Carly. “Uhm…yeah, I bet it is.”
Carly chuckled as she picked up her coffee cup and looked at the empty coffee pot. “..oh no..” she said, checking the switches. It was on. She knew she‘d turned it on and set the timer the night before. The coffee maker gurgled as she moved it around. “Damnit! Oh, don’t tell me! Stupid piece of crap! Damnit!”
“What’s wrong?” Perceptor asked as Carly slammed a fist on the counter.
“The stupid coffee maker’s broken!” she said, feeling tears pricking at her eyes. “Auugh, damnit! I set everything last night! I’m down to one cup a day and I was really looking forward to this!”
She wiped at her eyes, looking up in time to see Pipes staring at her with optics that were bright with dismay. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked. “What do we have to do?”
“Well, for one thing, now I have to get a new coffee maker,” Carly said, forcing her anger back down. Stupid hormones. “No more garage sale deals for me, this time I’m spending real money on a real coffee maker.”
“Oh,” Pipes said, solemnly. “Uhm, if you need somebody to back you up when you go looking for this coffee maker, I can go. Once Perceptor clears me for duty, but I think he‘s almost done.”
It took Carly a moment to realize what Pipes meant and when she did, she had to stifle back a giggle. “I just have to go to Wal-Mart, Pipes. No back up required, but if you could give me a ride, I’d appreciate it. Spike’s not supposed to be back from class until six.”
“Wal-Mart?” Pipes asked, looking at Perceptor.
“Wal-Mart is a store, Pipes,” Perceptor said gently. “A place where humans go to buy goods and services that they need. They sell food, clothing and consumer products that the humans require.”
“Consumer products?” Pipes looked lost. “What’re those?”
“Didn’t you ever go to a store or a market, Pipes?” Carly asked.
“No ma’am,” he said. “We didn’t have them; me and Tailgate used to do supply runs, but those were usually stealing things from Decepticon supply dumps. Or scavenging waste areas.”
“Tell you what,” Carly said. “When you’re done, I’ll take you shopping. Sound good?”
“Sure!”
