Transformers G1 (Rodimus/Magnus)
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kinkfestTitle: Spark's Oath
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Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Magnus accidentally triggers Rodimus's issues.
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Ultra Magnus/Rodimus Prime: emotional dependence, comfort sex - "trust me"
The Autobot City medbay was busy that day, a confused tangle of damage and renewal, the medics hip-deep in everything from strained servos to a cracked laser core. Ultra Magnus surveyed the room with disgruntlement and no little dismay as First Aid fussed with his shoulder joint - there wasn't anything wrong with it yet, but age had loosened the joint's hold and Magnus wasn't taking any chances. "Is it always this busy in here?" he asked.
"Sometimes," First Aid answered distractedly. Magnus's frown deepened.
It was into this environment that Rodimus Prime made his entrance, a half-scrapped and thoroughly embarrassed Bumblebee slung over his shoulder. "I'm fine," the scout was protesting, "you really don't need to carry me, Rodimus-"
"Sorry," his leader replied cheerily, "but until you get your leg fixed, you're getting carried." He plopped Bumblebee down on the nearest berth and waved at First Aid. "Sorry to bring you more work," he called, "but I can't patch him up all by myself."
"Go on, he has priority," Ultra Magnus told First Aid when the medic hesitated.
First Aid jumped to obey, and Magnus followed at a more sedate pace, disquiet rumbling in his processor. Bumblebee's left leg was clearly broken, the joint would need replacing, and there was laser scoring across his hip... "What happened?" he demanded.
Bumblebee winced and fielded the question to his Prime with a flick of his optics. "We kinda got ambushed," Rodimus admitted with a self-deprecating grin.
"Kind of?" Magnus repeated flatly.
"Ran across Swindle and Vortex out at the docks." The grin broadened. "They were as surprised as we were. Managed to blow up their cargo, though."
"And half the dock," Bumblebee muttered, endeavoring to hold perfectly still as First Aid picked over his leg.
"I said I was sorry..."
Magnus crossed his arms. "So that's where you were when I called your comm and you didn't answer."
"Huh?" Rodimus lifted his head, and Magnus saw his opticlights flicker as he checked his message file. "Oh, you did. Sorry 'bout that."
"Don't apologize to me," Magnus told him, "apologize to the Japanese ambassador. It was his meeting you skipped in favor of your little playdate with the Combaticons."
"What? I thought that was tomorrow!"
Magnus's optics narrowed. "Interesting the things that slip your mind, Rodimus. I'm beginning to think you just don't care."
He knew it was the wrong thing to say even before Rodimus's head jerked up, optics bright with shock; Magnus may as well have slapped him. Before he could figure out how to take it back the young Prime had turned on his heel and stalked out, banging the door closed behind him. First Aid's arm jittered at the noise, striking a spark from Bumblebee's ruined knee. Bumblebee hissed in pain.
"Sorry," First Aid told his patient, then added to Magnus, "I'm not quite sure that was necessary."
"And why not?" Magnus muttered furiously. "He's impatient, hotheaded, irresponsible-"
"He is who he is," Bumblebee spoke up, his expression as close to a glare as anyone could give the second-in-command. "Not even the Matrix can turn him into Optimus Prime."
"I don't want him to be - never mind," Magnus sighed, and exited the medbay against First Aid's sharp protest, though he liked to think he was much more civilized about it than his hothead young Prime.
***
Afternoon waned into evening, evening into night, and Magnus saw no sign of Rodimus. At exactly ten o'clock in the evening, Pacific Standard time, Magnus shut down his workstation and leaned back. "Metroplex?"
"Yes, Ultra Magnus," the city replied.
"Report location of Rodimus Prime."
This time the reply was a fraction less prompt. "Insufficient clearance for that information."
"What?"
"Insufficient clearance - "
"I heard you the first time, Metroplex." Irritated at himself, Magnus shoved himself away from the desk and schooled his thoughts into some semblance of order. Technically, not even the Prime has the ability to lock information against his second-in-command. I know he was angry at me - but why is Metroplex colluding with this - fit of temper of his?
Magnus narrowed his optics. "Metroplex, identify speaker."
"Unit Ultra Magnus," Metroplex responded obediently, "second in command of the Autobots."
"My mission?"
"To aid and protect the commander of the Autobots, Rodimus Prime..."
To say Metroplex faltered would be a disservice - Metroplex never faltered - but the ambient static in the cityformer's voice increased a recognizable fraction. Magnus allowed himself a moment's grim satisfaction. "In order to perform that mission, I need to know where the commander is, wouldn't I?" he pointed out.
A slight, almost sullen pause. "East shooting range."
"Thank you."
***
The evening was cool and clear, fragrant oil and energon mingling with Earth's richer scents. It was a twilight that begged to be explored, that invited wildness, but Magnus found Rodimus exactly where Metroplex said he'd be: at the eastern end of the outdoor shooting range, as far from Autobot City as he could get without technically leaving the grounds proper. The Autobot commander sat curled up tight against himself on the north face of the hill, face hidden in his arms; a bright light on the pommel of his rifle, discarded at his feet, indicated a full charge. Whatever he'd been doing out here since that afternoon, it wasn't practicing his marksmanship.
One overbright optic peeked out at Magnus as he drew closer, and was swiftly hidden. On his feet, Rodimus rivaled Magnus for height, provided he didn't slouch; it disturbed Magnus that his Prime seemed to be trying to hold himself down as small as possible. "What are you doing out here?" Magnus asked quietly, schooling his tone so that not even a hint of censure emerged.
Rodimus tensed at the sound of his voice, spoiler thrumming, and said nothing. Bewildered, Magnus lowered himself to the grass at Rodimus's side and searched for something to say that would make his Prime respond.
"I'm sorry," he offered at last. "For what I said. It was... out of line."
The reaction was immediate and almost violent. "What am I supposed to do?" the Prime demanded, rising up on his knees, carelessly knocking his rifle away. "Seriously, Magnus, tell me, I have no idea. I've been flying by my aft ever since I got this blasted thing!" Rodimus thumped on his chest with one fist for emphasis. "I'm not a leader, I'm not whatever it is you want me to be, but you won't take the Matrix back and nobody else will touch it so what in Primus's factoryslagging name am I supposed to do?"
"Language, Prime," was all Magnus could think to say.
"Oh, gods." Rodimus crumpled to the ground, soft noises escaping his vocoder that could have been laughter or weeping. "I'm sorry, Magnus, I really am, I just - Primus, please believe me, I'm sorry..."
Definitely weeping, Magnus decided, and reached out over the distance between them, resting a hand awkwardly against Rodimus's shaking spoiler. Metal rang softly against metal, a soft and lonely sound like rain. "It's all right," Magnus whispered.
A lone wretched chuckle made its way through Rodimus's distress. "Liar."
"No. Never." Magnus leaned close, curling his fingers around Rodimus's helm to make sure he held still and listened. "I will never lie to you, Rodimus, and I'll never abandon you. I swear on my oath as an Autobot."
Rodimus reached up and closed his hand around Magnus's thigh, pulling himself closer. "Swear on your spark," he ordered hoarsely.
"On my spark," Magnus promised, "and on my life, and on everything I am..." Rodimus was trembling again, and Magnus gathered him close, holding his commander half-upright against himself. "I swear it. I'm yours to command, Rodimus."
Rodimus turned his face up, to Magnus's shoulder, and Magnus caught a flash of overbright-blue before Rodimus hid again. But he was hiding in Magnus's arms, rather than hiding from him, and that was a step in the right direction.
***
The medbay didn't clear out until well after sunset, and First Aid gratefully collapsed into the nearest chair. He'd get energon and go recharge in a minute, just... needed to rest first...
"Oh! Magnus!" The medic sat bolt upright. "I never finished with his shoulder! Metroplex," he pleaded to the walls, "where's Ultra Magnus?"
Metroplex's reply was prompt and steady as always. "I'm sorry, First Aid. Insufficient clearance for that information."
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raisedbymooglesRating: PG
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1400
Summary: Magnus accidentally triggers Rodimus's issues.
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Ultra Magnus/Rodimus Prime: emotional dependence, comfort sex - "trust me"
The Autobot City medbay was busy that day, a confused tangle of damage and renewal, the medics hip-deep in everything from strained servos to a cracked laser core. Ultra Magnus surveyed the room with disgruntlement and no little dismay as First Aid fussed with his shoulder joint - there wasn't anything wrong with it yet, but age had loosened the joint's hold and Magnus wasn't taking any chances. "Is it always this busy in here?" he asked.
"Sometimes," First Aid answered distractedly. Magnus's frown deepened.
It was into this environment that Rodimus Prime made his entrance, a half-scrapped and thoroughly embarrassed Bumblebee slung over his shoulder. "I'm fine," the scout was protesting, "you really don't need to carry me, Rodimus-"
"Sorry," his leader replied cheerily, "but until you get your leg fixed, you're getting carried." He plopped Bumblebee down on the nearest berth and waved at First Aid. "Sorry to bring you more work," he called, "but I can't patch him up all by myself."
"Go on, he has priority," Ultra Magnus told First Aid when the medic hesitated.
First Aid jumped to obey, and Magnus followed at a more sedate pace, disquiet rumbling in his processor. Bumblebee's left leg was clearly broken, the joint would need replacing, and there was laser scoring across his hip... "What happened?" he demanded.
Bumblebee winced and fielded the question to his Prime with a flick of his optics. "We kinda got ambushed," Rodimus admitted with a self-deprecating grin.
"Kind of?" Magnus repeated flatly.
"Ran across Swindle and Vortex out at the docks." The grin broadened. "They were as surprised as we were. Managed to blow up their cargo, though."
"And half the dock," Bumblebee muttered, endeavoring to hold perfectly still as First Aid picked over his leg.
"I said I was sorry..."
Magnus crossed his arms. "So that's where you were when I called your comm and you didn't answer."
"Huh?" Rodimus lifted his head, and Magnus saw his opticlights flicker as he checked his message file. "Oh, you did. Sorry 'bout that."
"Don't apologize to me," Magnus told him, "apologize to the Japanese ambassador. It was his meeting you skipped in favor of your little playdate with the Combaticons."
"What? I thought that was tomorrow!"
Magnus's optics narrowed. "Interesting the things that slip your mind, Rodimus. I'm beginning to think you just don't care."
He knew it was the wrong thing to say even before Rodimus's head jerked up, optics bright with shock; Magnus may as well have slapped him. Before he could figure out how to take it back the young Prime had turned on his heel and stalked out, banging the door closed behind him. First Aid's arm jittered at the noise, striking a spark from Bumblebee's ruined knee. Bumblebee hissed in pain.
"Sorry," First Aid told his patient, then added to Magnus, "I'm not quite sure that was necessary."
"And why not?" Magnus muttered furiously. "He's impatient, hotheaded, irresponsible-"
"He is who he is," Bumblebee spoke up, his expression as close to a glare as anyone could give the second-in-command. "Not even the Matrix can turn him into Optimus Prime."
"I don't want him to be - never mind," Magnus sighed, and exited the medbay against First Aid's sharp protest, though he liked to think he was much more civilized about it than his hothead young Prime.
***
Afternoon waned into evening, evening into night, and Magnus saw no sign of Rodimus. At exactly ten o'clock in the evening, Pacific Standard time, Magnus shut down his workstation and leaned back. "Metroplex?"
"Yes, Ultra Magnus," the city replied.
"Report location of Rodimus Prime."
This time the reply was a fraction less prompt. "Insufficient clearance for that information."
"What?"
"Insufficient clearance - "
"I heard you the first time, Metroplex." Irritated at himself, Magnus shoved himself away from the desk and schooled his thoughts into some semblance of order. Technically, not even the Prime has the ability to lock information against his second-in-command. I know he was angry at me - but why is Metroplex colluding with this - fit of temper of his?
Magnus narrowed his optics. "Metroplex, identify speaker."
"Unit Ultra Magnus," Metroplex responded obediently, "second in command of the Autobots."
"My mission?"
"To aid and protect the commander of the Autobots, Rodimus Prime..."
To say Metroplex faltered would be a disservice - Metroplex never faltered - but the ambient static in the cityformer's voice increased a recognizable fraction. Magnus allowed himself a moment's grim satisfaction. "In order to perform that mission, I need to know where the commander is, wouldn't I?" he pointed out.
A slight, almost sullen pause. "East shooting range."
"Thank you."
***
The evening was cool and clear, fragrant oil and energon mingling with Earth's richer scents. It was a twilight that begged to be explored, that invited wildness, but Magnus found Rodimus exactly where Metroplex said he'd be: at the eastern end of the outdoor shooting range, as far from Autobot City as he could get without technically leaving the grounds proper. The Autobot commander sat curled up tight against himself on the north face of the hill, face hidden in his arms; a bright light on the pommel of his rifle, discarded at his feet, indicated a full charge. Whatever he'd been doing out here since that afternoon, it wasn't practicing his marksmanship.
One overbright optic peeked out at Magnus as he drew closer, and was swiftly hidden. On his feet, Rodimus rivaled Magnus for height, provided he didn't slouch; it disturbed Magnus that his Prime seemed to be trying to hold himself down as small as possible. "What are you doing out here?" Magnus asked quietly, schooling his tone so that not even a hint of censure emerged.
Rodimus tensed at the sound of his voice, spoiler thrumming, and said nothing. Bewildered, Magnus lowered himself to the grass at Rodimus's side and searched for something to say that would make his Prime respond.
"I'm sorry," he offered at last. "For what I said. It was... out of line."
The reaction was immediate and almost violent. "What am I supposed to do?" the Prime demanded, rising up on his knees, carelessly knocking his rifle away. "Seriously, Magnus, tell me, I have no idea. I've been flying by my aft ever since I got this blasted thing!" Rodimus thumped on his chest with one fist for emphasis. "I'm not a leader, I'm not whatever it is you want me to be, but you won't take the Matrix back and nobody else will touch it so what in Primus's factoryslagging name am I supposed to do?"
"Language, Prime," was all Magnus could think to say.
"Oh, gods." Rodimus crumpled to the ground, soft noises escaping his vocoder that could have been laughter or weeping. "I'm sorry, Magnus, I really am, I just - Primus, please believe me, I'm sorry..."
Definitely weeping, Magnus decided, and reached out over the distance between them, resting a hand awkwardly against Rodimus's shaking spoiler. Metal rang softly against metal, a soft and lonely sound like rain. "It's all right," Magnus whispered.
A lone wretched chuckle made its way through Rodimus's distress. "Liar."
"No. Never." Magnus leaned close, curling his fingers around Rodimus's helm to make sure he held still and listened. "I will never lie to you, Rodimus, and I'll never abandon you. I swear on my oath as an Autobot."
Rodimus reached up and closed his hand around Magnus's thigh, pulling himself closer. "Swear on your spark," he ordered hoarsely.
"On my spark," Magnus promised, "and on my life, and on everything I am..." Rodimus was trembling again, and Magnus gathered him close, holding his commander half-upright against himself. "I swear it. I'm yours to command, Rodimus."
Rodimus turned his face up, to Magnus's shoulder, and Magnus caught a flash of overbright-blue before Rodimus hid again. But he was hiding in Magnus's arms, rather than hiding from him, and that was a step in the right direction.
***
The medbay didn't clear out until well after sunset, and First Aid gratefully collapsed into the nearest chair. He'd get energon and go recharge in a minute, just... needed to rest first...
"Oh! Magnus!" The medic sat bolt upright. "I never finished with his shoulder! Metroplex," he pleaded to the walls, "where's Ultra Magnus?"
Metroplex's reply was prompt and steady as always. "I'm sorry, First Aid. Insufficient clearance for that information."
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Date: 2007-10-07 03:50 pm (UTC)That being said, it was also incredibly sweet, and sad. Poor Roddy. *hugs him*
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Date: 2007-10-07 11:35 pm (UTC)Roddy: *is hugged* *looks Sad and Pathetic*
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Date: 2007-10-07 11:08 pm (UTC)And I kind of have a massive devotion kink so guh, Ultra Magnus's promise to Roddy. *flails* *re-reads for the twentieth time*
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Date: 2007-10-07 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-08 07:17 am (UTC)*sighs and adds yet another series to her To Watch List*
Nice Job!
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Date: 2007-10-08 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-10 07:40 am (UTC)Oohhhh, 'Mags. The things you'll promise just to get Roddy to pull himself together....are you SURE you want to do that?
(and all the fangirls say, YES, YES) =D
Good one, Mooglegirl!
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Date: 2007-10-11 05:24 am (UTC)and i love this fic. this was so much win.
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Date: 2008-04-02 04:24 pm (UTC)"I will never lie to you, Rodimus, and I'll never abandon you."
... yeah, that hits all my trust/devotion/support buttons so hard it actually resets my brain. That whole dialogue. Gwaaah.
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Date: 2008-04-02 08:11 pm (UTC)