kinkfest | Love of My Life... [Transformers, Blaster/Tracks, PG] (Reply)

Title: Love of My Life...
Author: V, the Happy Lurker
Rating: PG
Warnings: Sappy fluff!
Word count: 1070
Prompt: Transformers, Blaster/Tracks - reunited lovers - We've got a thing that's called radar love/We've got a line in the sky!

“…are you okay there, man?” Raoul asked quietly, leaning casually against Tracks’ hood and glancing over the Corvette. “You seem to be a bit…out of it.”

“I’m fine. Why, in fact, I’ve never felt better in my entire life!” He laughed, hoping the young man would just drop the subject and at least stop scratching his finish…

“That is a load of crap, man, and you know it! You’ve been sitting here for weeks, sulking and listening to all that Patsy Cline oldies’ crap! So you better tell me what’s wrong.”

Tracks huffed. “I’ll have you know that’s Brenda Lee singing…”

“Whatever!” The way he was now barking at the seemingly empty Corvette was causing passer-bys to stare. “What’s gotten into, Tracks? And why isn’t Blaster with you? I mean, you both are like this!” He waved a pair of crossed fingers at Tracks, earning them both more stares. “Did you two have a fight or somthin’?”

There was a long pause, and then Tracks sighed. “Yes… We had a… a falling out.”

“Why?” Raoul was sure he must’ve looked completely insane, but that still wasn’t stopping him from snapping at Tracks. “I mean, what the hell happened, man?”

“Raoul, please!” rasped the Corvette, silently cursing humans and their lack of private comm lines. “Quiet down before someone calls the police or the insane asylum!”

“Alright…alright!” Grumbling, he slumped back against Tracks’ door. In a quieter tone, he muttered moodily, “You still haven’t told me what happened…”

“I cheated on him…with Sunstreaker…”

“…eh?” Raoul leaned closer, brow furrowed as he strained to listen. “You mind repeating that first bit, man? I didn’t hear you.”

“I CHEATED ON BLASTER WITH ONE OF THE LAMBORGHINI TWINS, ALRIGHT?!” Tracks roared angrily, not really caring about the crowd now gawking at him.

Raoul stared for a moment, shocked into silence by the unusual outburst. Then he stammered dumbly, “You mean there are Lamborghini Autobots, too?”

“Trust me, my boy, you don’t want to meet either of them… They’re the worst pair of indecent, foul-mouthed, ill-mannered street punks ever to be sparked!” Tracks hissed.

“Uh, excuse me bro? I’m one those ‘street punks’, you know…”

Tracks let out a nasty laugh. “Compared to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, Raoul, you’re practically a saint! Especially that homewrecking bastard Sunstreaker!”

“Then why did you screw one of them if they’re so rotten?” Only the murmur of the impromptu audience greeted Raoul’s question. He let out a groan then, leaning in till he was practically whispering into Tracks’ passenger side mirror, said, “You know, it’s kind of dumb to just run off and not at least talk it out with Blaster. Believe me, man, I know this from experience. Okay, so maybe I ain’t never cheated on Raya or anything that serious, but we’ve gotten into some good arguments over those weirdo bandmates of hers… Look, all I’m saying is that you need to go back home, man, and try to patch things up with your boy…”

“Easier said than done, my dear Raoul. He’s not spoken to me since the…incident in the wash racks and I very much doubt there’s anything I can say or do that will ever repair the damage that’s been done.”

“You don’t know till you try…”

There was a deep, sad rumble from his engines. “Raoul, I already tried! The connection keeps timing out…”

“Then try again!” he snapped.

“But he’s not going to—”

“Just shut up and call him already.”

Tracks reluctantly sent a comm request over his and Blaster’s personal, praying that maybe this time he’d get through. He waited…and waited…and waited… and then…

::*beep* Connection timed-out.:: hummed the automated voice. ::Retry? y/n?::

The Corvette slumped down on his shocks with despair. ::N::

“…Tracks?”

But Raoul’s voice was drowned out by when his robotic friend rolled up his windows and cranked the volume of his radio up to the max. (Which, coincidentally, was now playing Patsy Cline’s ‘Who’s Sorry Now’…) He ignored the young man tapping on his window, the wild flails and the subsequent ‘QUIT SULKING, YOU RUST-BUCKET!’ rants, and instead let the haunting melodies of the old ballad wash over him…

…only to have it interrupted by a sudden tickle of pianos, a guitar, and…was that a harp?

//Love of my life, you’ve hurt me…// sighed Freddie Mercury over the gentle melody. //You’ve broken my heart and now you leave me…//

Tracks stiffened and tried to tune in another station, but every single bandwidth he was picking up only seemed to be playing this one song…

// You won't remember, when this is blown over… And everything's all by the way…//

There could be only one explanation behind this…

// I still love you…//

Tires squealing, Tracks whipped out of the parking space and flew down the street, leaving a very annoyed and very confused teenager in his wake. Of course, he’d apologize to Raoul later, but right now…

Right now, there was a very special someone calling him home.

Weaving in and out of traffic, Tracks roared down the pavement till he reached a totally barren stretch of road. Just when he thought he was all clear to take-off, there was a whoop and the tell-tale flash of blue lights behind him. Knowing better than to make any more trouble, he dutifully pulled over and tried to think up a good excuse for 1) speeding like a petro-rabbit in a gas fire and 2) why there was nobody sitting behind the wheel…

“Yo’ man, what’s the hurry?” laughed Jazz as he transformed and waved at the Corvette.

“You insufferable…!” Transforming, he rounded on the smirking Porsche. “Do you have any idea—”

“Yeah, I do.” With a crooked smile, he sat a certain red boom-box on the ground then reverted to his alt and speed off.

//Back - hurry back, please bring it back home to me…Because you don't know what it means to me…//

The song drifted into silence as Blaster transformed and stood before him. The expression on his face was downright serene, even as Tracks started to stammering apologies. He quickly quieted the Corvette with a soft, deep kiss.

:: Forgive me? :: crackled Tracks over the comm, sinking into the arms wrapping around him.

:: Forgiven. :: The embrace tighten and Blaster pulled him into the seclusion to show him just how much he had been missing his handsome flighty love.

A/N: Anyone seeing a pattern in this fics? ^__^