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100 Sweet Nothings 17. Time
Time was something that existed on each and every world. It was a unit which only an intelligent creature acknowledged as a higher power. While a lesser being wouldn’t even notice how it passed by. Time was older than every race, older than the universe and even older than death. Before death comes birth and the span in between was time.
Inferno checked his chronometer more often these days. First, each Joor, then each Breem, now he checked it every klik.
How long until they would release him?
How long until they would do something?
How long until they would find what he had lost?
It had been so long since Red Alert went missing. Or more precisely, since Inferno had failed his job, ...again. Last time should have taught him a lesson. Yet, he didn’t listen. Never did in fact. It took a while until he noticed Red’s absence, but when he did, his systems nearly short-circuited.
Madness is such a Beautiful ThingCan you hear what’s on my mind?
I know you can’t,
here is a hint.
Screaming silence, silent screams.
Voices ripping all apart
The violent peace entering my dreams,
sinking my reality ark.
Familiar strangers on the streets,
features drawn with invisible ink,
blank like unwritten paper sheets.
it’s just a kink,
‘stupid bitch’ is what they think.
I’m mad so,
nodding back and smiling brightly,
means I think: ‘You too’ politely.
Madness is mine,
mine to conquer, mine to call.
An echo without a sound,
The hole in my sanity’s firewall
Between my ears, only the white noise,
Rules, laws and sense is what it destroys
Bright like a fire in the hay,
A wound only time can heal,
or so people say.
Tick and tock goes the clock,
Make it stop, make it stop!
I like what I hear
and I like what I see.
I watch My Little Pony
and drink my Rainbow tea.
I can feel the colors on my tongue
tasting the twinkle sug
100 Sweet Nothings 16. Conversation
The conversation was going back and forth. Going from 'Somewhere' to 'Nowhere' then back to 'Somewhere'. And if he heard it right, the main topic was that fire truck. What was his designation again? Oh yes, Inferno. How could he forget? It wasn't like the bot hadn't been mentioned every two kliks or so. Sighing softly, he leaned back into his seat. This sure went on for awhile.
'Inferno this and Inferno that' was all he had listened to for the past breem. Both, in the positive and negative sense. This was giving him a huge data storm. It made him partly wonder if the mentioned mech was really that great or bad.
If he just could rip out the information he was searching for, but that wasn't possible as long as those two were distracted by talking to the other. Just a minute of silence would be enough to slip past them.
'I just have to wait. He will come.'
'That's what you always say. In the end it's always someone else who comes to your aid.'
'It's not like he could help it last time.
100 Sweet Nothings 15. Lesson
It had been another tough battle against Megatron and his evil schemes. But this time, the Autobots didn’t come out of that fight so easily. Many were hurt, some even critically and Optimus Prime coordinated things like he usually did. Until there was nothing left to do. At least not for him. Those who could still stand had their tasks to fulfill or took a much needed break and the rest was in the med bay under Ratchet’s ‘tender’ care.
Optimus himself had been released from med bay with minor injuries. A few dents and a broken windshield. Nothing that needed supervision. So after he made sure that everything was under control, he went to refuel and to rest in his quarters. That was until he found a nervous Bluestreak in front of his office, which was right next to his own quarters. And he wasn’t alone.
After a ‘short’ exchange of words with the sniper, Prime found himself in charge of a task he’d never thought he would do in his life.
100 Sweet Nothings 14. Gift
Inferno was in trouble. Forget that! He was in a spark threatening situation. No, it wasn't a Decepticon attack. It also wasn't Wheeljack's newest experiment an he hadn't stepped into one of the Twin's pranks, ...yet.
No this was much worse. As in 'Grimlock-on-Highgrade' worse!
Red Alert was carefree! No paranoia streaks or conspiracy theories either. Not only that, he caught him happily humming occasionally and only in their shared quarters. Which meant one of two things. Either something very good had happened... like kicking Megatron's aft into the next black hole. Very unlikely. Or... an anniversary was coming up. 'Very' likely!
The Fire Truck admitted he didn't check his chrono-files daily and was too lazy to update those continuously. But that was before he got together with Red Alert, who had a hunch to keep tabs on certain events. Inferno would never forget that one time when he'd forgotten their 'first date' anniversary. Well it was not really a first date, but it sounded much
100 Sweet Nothings 13. Pink
“Jus’ a bit.”
This argument had been going on for cycles now and Inferno wasn’t one to back down so easily. He could be very convincing if he had to. And once he’d be getting his way, Red Alert would see that he’d been right the whole time long.
“Jus’ one dot, is all.”
“No, no, no!” Was the clear answer now, followed by a frustrated ping.
“Aww, not even fer meh?”
A small glare, then a huff and with that he was being ignored by the other. That’s when Red Alert entered their shared quarters.
“Yeah?” He turned to his mate with innocent optics.
A small chirp of relieve went through the room. The security director could already guess what went through his mate’s helmet and he wasn’t very pleased.
“How many times do you need to hear it? No means ‘No’!”
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