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dens_tf_den2016-11-03 09:31 pm
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NaNoWrimo 2016 Fic Day 5: 6274 words
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It was quite frustrating knowing that somehow, he had been separated from his comrades, and the insult added to injury was his reduced size. He could only hope that none of his teammates had been involved in whatever it was that had caused his changes, and that Ratchet could fix whatever had happened. Or at least that he would be able to find a way back.
Even with as distracted by focusing on his predicament as he was, he was still able to track the progress of the human woman with the shopping bag... which had Cybertronian life signs coming from it. He narrowed his optics, tracking the progress of the woman and the life signs, absently noting that they seemed to be moving in a standard search pattern, aimed more or less in his general direction. Clearly, the woman knew what she was doing, or was getting pointers from whomever was in the shopping bag.
It was frustrating watching as the woman and her passenger or passengers got closer without actually seeming to know where he was hidden, but he was not sure whether the Cybertronian life signs were a fellow Autobot... or a Decepticon who had the woman as a hostage. The thought made his energon race and his field of vision turn red around the edges. While he did not share the same fondness for the organic beings that Bumblebee and Optimus did, he found that there were select individuals whom he enjoyed the company of, such as William Lennox, or Robert Epps, or even the somewhat rowdy Agent Denver Grant from the American Government agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D....
It was times like this that he almost wished he had taken the suggestion presented to him countless vorns ago by a concerned Perceptor that he modify his cannons so they were nearly soundless, thus preventing his specific location from being found before he was ready to be seen, but the effect of the massive weapons coming online was often enough to make foes reconsider their attack attempts. In this case, it caused the human woman to turn her head, and he was almost certain she knew exactly where she needed to look.
"You do realize I know who you are now, right? Even if I do not know how the heck you got here?" She asked with a satisfied smirk. He could see two sets of optics peeking between the handles of the shopping bag, one set watching him with clear trepidation and the other set a mix of trepidation and concern.
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"You are certain as to the identity of the being in hiding, Den?" Optimus asked quietly, having spotted the black form with the truly massive cannons which were clearly charging up in anticipation of an attack from a perceived threat.
"Yeah. As soon as I heard those cannons power up, I knew. I have no idea how he got here, or what is going on, because he is from a different reality stream entirely, but yeah, I know exactly who it is. So try not to make things more awkward when I call him out..." Den murmured in reply, moving to carefully crouch so she could address the Cybertronian hiding in the brush. "You might as well come out of there, Ironhide. I know things are crazy right now, but I promise, you will not be harmed."
Perceptor startled and looked up at the woman, while Optimus blinked in surprise at the name that Den spoke, but the Autobot leader remembered her earlier words, and kept quiet, wondering to himself what would happen next. There was a rustling from the bushes as the being who was apparently a different version of the weapons specialist emerged and studied Den with what was very clearly a puzzled scowl, despite the strange appearance of his face.
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It was quite frustrating knowing that somehow, he had been separated from his comrades, and the insult added to injury was his reduced size. He could only hope that none of his teammates had been involved in whatever it was that had caused his changes, and that Ratchet could fix whatever had happened. Or at least that he would be able to find a way back.
Even with as distracted by focusing on his predicament as he was, he was still able to track the progress of the human woman with the shopping bag... which had Cybertronian life signs coming from it. He narrowed his optics, tracking the progress of the woman and the life signs, absently noting that they seemed to be moving in a standard search pattern, aimed more or less in his general direction. Clearly, the woman knew what she was doing, or was getting pointers from whomever was in the shopping bag.
It was frustrating watching as the woman and her passenger or passengers got closer without actually seeming to know where he was hidden, but he was not sure whether the Cybertronian life signs were a fellow Autobot... or a Decepticon who had the woman as a hostage. The thought made his energon race and his field of vision turn red around the edges. While he did not share the same fondness for the organic beings that Bumblebee and Optimus did, he found that there were select individuals whom he enjoyed the company of, such as William Lennox, or Robert Epps, or even the somewhat rowdy Agent Denver Grant from the American Government agency known as S.H.I.E.L.D....
It was times like this that he almost wished he had taken the suggestion presented to him countless vorns ago by a concerned Perceptor that he modify his cannons so they were nearly soundless, thus preventing his specific location from being found before he was ready to be seen, but the effect of the massive weapons coming online was often enough to make foes reconsider their attack attempts. In this case, it caused the human woman to turn her head, and he was almost certain she knew exactly where she needed to look.
"You do realize I know who you are now, right? Even if I do not know how the heck you got here?" She asked with a satisfied smirk. He could see two sets of optics peeking between the handles of the shopping bag, one set watching him with clear trepidation and the other set a mix of trepidation and concern.
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"You are certain as to the identity of the being in hiding, Den?" Optimus asked quietly, having spotted the black form with the truly massive cannons which were clearly charging up in anticipation of an attack from a perceived threat.
"Yeah. As soon as I heard those cannons power up, I knew. I have no idea how he got here, or what is going on, because he is from a different reality stream entirely, but yeah, I know exactly who it is. So try not to make things more awkward when I call him out..." Den murmured in reply, moving to carefully crouch so she could address the Cybertronian hiding in the brush. "You might as well come out of there, Ironhide. I know things are crazy right now, but I promise, you will not be harmed."
Perceptor startled and looked up at the woman, while Optimus blinked in surprise at the name that Den spoke, but the Autobot leader remembered her earlier words, and kept quiet, wondering to himself what would happen next. There was a rustling from the bushes as the being who was apparently a different version of the weapons specialist emerged and studied Den with what was very clearly a puzzled scowl, despite the strange appearance of his face.
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