Title: Distractions - Puppy Love Interlude 1
Fandom: Transformers G1 AU
Pairing/Characters: Wheeljack, Bluestreak
Word Count: 463
Summary/Warnings: Wheeljack does not give into distractions... except when he does. Tense switched on me here (Puppy Love is past, this is present), but it felt right, so I went with it anyway. PL 17 coming... eventually :(
Disclaimer: This is a piece of fiction. No harm was intended in the creation of this work. All rights belong to the original creators.
He's pretty preoccupied (the applications of the Bostech theory in energon refinement is fascinating), but something manages to drag his attention away from his own musings.
He thinks it's the sensory panels. Not many frames have them now a day as they can be detrimental in crowds. But he sees fluttering in the corner of an optic, and the action grabs hold of his processor.
He comes to a stop, ignoring the exasperated remark that comes from behind him with long practice. His arms fall, datapad loosely held in one hand's grasp, and his head cocks to the side. His helm fins slowly pulse a mixture of beige-pink in confused interest. He moves again, this time in the direction of the mech standing motionless in the common yard, staring upwards at seemingly nothing.
He eventually comes to a stop in front of the mech, optics focused on the minute quiver of sensory panels.
"What are you doing?" he asks, observing the panels twitch and then still, high and arched over the mech's shoulders.
"I'm learning the air currents. This is a very pretty campus. Do you like working here, Wheeljack?" Bluestreak asks, scanning the tops of the buildings. "Because I would like working here. It's so clean and orderly and new. Nothing like the precinct."
"Well, this is only the outside. You should see my lab," Wheeljack replies, thinking of the piles of components he had been in the middle of sorting when he had realized there was a class he was supposed to be attending. He doesn't get a chance to comment on the air currents remark as Bluestreak's head whips around.
Bluestreak's faceplates are open and earnest, optics wide with excitement. They are a deep blue, almost purple color, and Wheeljack finds himself staring into them, captivated.
"I would really like that! I don't have to escort Ratchet until later so if you had time I would really like to come to your lab. Do you mean it? Can I come to your lab?" Bluestreak asks, stepping forward and placing a hand on Wheeljack's shoulder.
Wheeljack blinks, again momentarily distracted by the excited dancing of the sensory panels over Bluestreak's shoulders. Wheeljack hasn't known Prowl for a long time, but he has still never seen the Enforcer's panels move as much as Bluestreak's. It's rather a mesmerizing display to watch.
"Sure," Wheeljack says, checking his chronometer. He doesn't have any obligations until his teaching lab later in the afternoon, and he is already ahead in the class that had started ten minutes ago. "Come on, mech. I'll give you the grand tour."
Bluestreak smiles widely, and Wheeljack finds himself returning the expression.
Bostech theory is truly an interesting subject. But for now, there's something even more interesting which requires his attention.