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Who: Deadlock and Flashpoint
Where: Flashpoint's quarters
When: The day after the attack is repelled
What: Someone has been hit by the huggy happy virus.
Warnings: Huglock.

The plan was simple: Deadlock grabbed his trophy from his latest kick-aftery, to show it to Flashpoint and make the annoying Autobot realize how much more awesome he was than she was. Maybe even get her to etch that on the battered armor of the helmet he'd taken off the bad guy for good measure. He was wording exactly how she should phrase it when he bumped into the annoying squishy, but, whatever. Brownian motion took its course and the human boinged off him and back into the crowd, and Deadlock was in far too good a mood to chase after and threaten it. There was a Flashpoint to irk and he never let go of mission objectives.

Except fraggin' Flashpoint wasn't home. Primus dammit, how dare she not be here to receive her taunting?!

Fine. He could wait. He slumped on her couch for a while, tapping his foot, helmet beside him. Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting was boring. And you know what? That picture was fraggin' crooked and it was driving him nuts. And then, fraggit, the utensils in the drawer weren't all square to each other. And then....

....when Flashpoint finally arrives home, it will be to find him on his hands and knees in her bedroom, de-dustbunnying under the bed. He may, in fact, even be humming.

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If Flashpoint has a weakness, it is apparently random acts of kindness. Especially right now when everything feels so much more....everything. Or something. Whatever. She doesn't quite understand but wow it's pretty damn nice and maybe she shouldn't ask questions.

The sensible, morally upright part of her says she's taking advantage of this, that Deadlock must be in an altered state and even if he's a jerk he doesn't deserve that. The rest of her though, likes the idea of being horizontal on the couch with him a whole lot more.

That's the part that's winning right now, the part that's tickled that he'd offer to--of all things--serve her energon. "If-if you want to? That'd be nice..." She's too stunned to gloat, too afraid to even count her blessings lest they disappear out from under her noise.

She's still fumbling with the controller, loosing a muffled curse as she pushes the wrong button. Oops, hopefully he didn't hear that? And hopefully this is the right movie because it's starting already...

On Friday, April 18, 2014, driftlock - DW Comment <dw_null@dreamwidth.org<javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:

All Deadlock knows is he went to get patched up by Pinoko and then came here to brag about his awesome trophies. See? Perfectly normal.

Well, Pinoko was weird, but that was apparently normal. For her. He thinks.

"Sure, I'll be back." The smile might look a little painful because his face, you know, isn't into it, however much he might try to convince it. "Put on one of your favorites." Because he wants to get you know you better, Flashpoint.

It's good Deadlock knows what's normal because Flashpoint's sure lost track. There's defiantly something odd going on though because she's nervous. This feels bizarrely like normal socialization (WHAT DO!?) and they haven't insulted each other once! It must be a dream or something...

"Uh-huh," she just nods at him, gesturing towards of the kitchen, glad he missed her little slip of a dirty tongue. How she'll keep from cursing the rest of the night though, she has no idea. Flashpoint takes a deep in-vent, perches on the couch and wrangles the vid player into submission. If Deadlock wants to get to know her, he's gonna learn she has questionable taste in movies. She might act like action movies are her favorite but in truth she has a stupid love for cheesy comedy, ~~with maybe even a little sap~~. Basically all that stuff that fell by the wayside during the war.

After queuing up her choice, she figures maybe she should do something about these wounds. Is it still 'first aid' when it happens the next day? Well whatever, her dumb auto repair isn't doing scrap and Flashpoint gets the feeling there might be Deadlockian recriminations if she bleeds on her own couch. So out comes the kit and the patch tape, trying to hit the spots she can reach before he comes back, though there's a few on her pauldron and back that are gonna be tricky.

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She might hear him moving around in the kitchen. Once he sets the engex warming, he has a few minutes and that means it's time to organize her cabinets. Excuse the noise--he's not going to break anything.

Except maybe Flashpoint's sanity.

He comes back carrying two glasses of heated engex on what seems to be a tray. Yeah, that's the trophy he was gonna show her. Upcycling's cool, right?

"Hey, want help with that?" Because she's gonna mess up that polish, if she keeps that up.

Would McEngineer think it weird if she requested a bomb detector? Because Flashpoint's thinking she might need one given all the noise he's making in the kitchen. She's going to have to go through this whole apartment top to bottom before she can recharge properly, isn't she?

Flashpoint balks a little when he finally arrive with the energon. "What the living frag is that?" It looked decidedly head-like at first. Then she realizes it's just a helmet and that's a little less macabre. Leave it to Deadlock to serve energon with true Decepticon class.

She looks back at the gunshot where she's trying to get the patch tape to stick for the third time. "...I got this." Yeah, maybe in about 15 more minutes she will. Or you know, maybe she'd get her holo to do it she was thinking clearly. But thinking clearly is not a thing on the agenda for tonight apparently.

Edited 2014-04-24 22:40 (UTC)

Listen, Flashpoint, that McEngineer guy is bad news so who cares what he thinks is weird. Surely not Deadlock.

Hey, if this were True Decepticon ^{tm drink service, it would be IN the helm and not just glasses carried inside. He's trying to be, you know, all sensitive and slag.

"Less you're a contortionist, you ain't getting some of those." But if she is a contortionist, well, yeah, sorry, but he's gonna watch.}

That's right, McEngineer can think she's as weird as he wants. Maybe she'll ask him for a jet pack too. Because reasons.

She's glad the energon isn't served directly in the helm, especially not if it was worn by a squishy organic because hyyyyyyyygenie. GROSS. "Not even gonna ask where you got that." Though the bullet hole in it tells most of the story anyway.

Flashpoint takes one of the glasses of energon, her hand twitching almost uncertainly. But it's warm and smells wonderful and that sort of fills her with a squishy sort of happy that pushes a shy smile onto her face.

"...thanks." It gets a little sheepish when he offers to help with the patching. "Not that flexible sadly. No big deal though, can leave it." Because she feels suddenly weird and awkward that he'd be doing all this for her. Heal instead of harm, it's the last thing she'd expect from Deadlock and what is that weird thing her spark's doing in its casing?

Deadlock's gonna start wondering where she's getting all this neat stuff from and then how she's getting it. Because obviously it'll be stealing and he wants in on it.

"I won it." He beams, or...kind of. It hurts his face. But still, he wants Flashpoint to be happy so he'll endure it. "Figured you could use something tasteful to liven this place up." And now that he's seen it...yeah, good call, Deadlock.

He settles the tray on the table. His own glass can wait. "No, I can do it. Don't want your autorepair to set something crooked or something." He'll just eeeeease in behind her, optics flicking at the screen. "So, what we watching?"

She will teach Deadlock the benefit of powerful people owing you favors. Except wait...she probably owes him more favors right now so maybe she shouldn't...

"You 'won' it." That's her optic ridge going slanty. "You killed the guy right? You didn't enter a used alien headgear raffle and get lucky?" Lucky being subjective in this case. Wait... "Something tasteful? Are you...giving it to me as a gift?" Note it's the gift part that has her boggling, not his assessment of her admittedly questionable taste in decorating.

Also stop smiling Deadlock it's making her want to kiss you. And why the frag is she feeling so emotionally spontaneous all of a sudden? Deadlock must getting his Weird on her or something.

"...mmmmoookay," the words slide out as he slips behind her, hesitant and awkward but still willing, shifting to let him reach the wound. "A-ha, can't really trust auto repair." Hers less and anyone's really; here's hoping he doesn't notice that it's done very little since she took the shot. Hey, distraction time! "It's a...Earth movie. Weird. But what about humans isn't?"

"Course I killed him." DUH. OH wait, she's an Autobot so she probably has those, you know, moral scruples or whatever. "Hey, he wasn't trying to surrender or anything."

"Who else deserves something like this, right?" Because hey, the head of your enemies? What gal doesn't want that?

"What's wrong with your autorepair?" Whatever. He's patched enough of his own wounds in the past to know what he's doing. It's weird to do it on someone else, though. But maybe a good weird. Maybe. "You should see Pinoko, then."

"Just checking. Raffle prizes don't make nearly as interesting decor." Kill trophies? Much better conversation pieces. Spoiler: Flashpoint's not a very good Autobot.

She's kind of stunned that Deadlock'd give it to her though, and to her alone apparently? She doesn't even know what to say to that, other than a very cheesy, "Awww, but I didn't get you anything."

Getting special presents: does this mean they're going steady? Or going crazy?

"Nothin'," she replies, a little too quickly. "Just glitches sometimes." It ain't no big thing Deadlock, really. Why she's confessing weaknesses to someone who's technically her enemy makes no fragging sense what-so-ever but what about this evening does? "So who's Pinoko?"

She angles so he can reach her back a little better, watching the opening credits start up. It's nice, having someone else do this for once, and her engine drops into a low purr without her even realizing it.

"Come on, Flashpoint. Giving you a raffle thingie as a gift would be lame." And Deadlock is not lame. Huggy, maybe, right now, but even so, decidedly not lame. "Besides. This place looks like it could be, you know, spruced up." Part of him wants to suggest bulletholes and face magnets, but that part is not very loud right now.

"Pinoko. She's one of the gross organics here. But she's not bad, you know, for a...gross organic. Weird, though." Anyone who puts up with Deadlock probably checks the 'weird' box, if not the 'masochism' box. "She patched me up when I got shot." He'll twist to shove his damaged arm where she can see it. What? It's Decepticon flirting to show off your bullet wounds. SEXY?

"You're right it would. How terrible of me for doubting you." Note to self: Deadlock might have better taste. "So, uh, thanks." She's not feeling her faceplates heat, no she is not.

"You're my new home decor consultant then? As in...maybe I should get some?" Beyond hidden weapons, used energon packets and scattered tools? Course there is that stuff that she bought on the space station....which she dearly hopes he didn't find. That's destined for his noodlebot someday, because it could use some sprucing up too.

"Aren't they all kinda weird?" Flashpoint probably checks off both those boxes too but she'd rather not be made to think too hard about why. "You got shot?" Let's also not think about the amount of concern she shows either, turning to look, grabbing his arm to peek under the bandage with a critical optic.

"Huh. Unconventional but adequate."

"Apology accepted." What can he say? He's in a generous mood. And it's kind of...uh...nice, to snuggle up behind her.

She should let him do this place up a bit more. You know, couple more trophies, some throw pillows....

"Well, yeah, they're all weird, but she's at least, you know, nice." Which doesn't seem quite as objectionable now, for some reason.

"She's never done it before." You know, so cut her some slack. "She was too busy yelling at me for getting shot." And he was too busy being a ginormous badaft and acting like it didn't hurt. So, you know, one of those things. "But how'd you get these?"

Her optics go a little wide at the contact, a touch uncertain, but when he doesn't pull away she let's herself relax back into it, air sighing from her vents.

Really she's starting to think Deadlock himself is rather nice addition to her place. Where she got that crazy idea who knows, but she's feeling pretty content with the idea right now. And heck, if he wants to decorate--as long as it's not propaganda--Flashpoint's all good with it.

"Good for her. I'd yell at ya too for getting shot." Because, uh, reasons. And stuff. "You know...if you ever need...repairs or whatever. I can do it for you." And she means without being all weird. Unless he brings the weird in which case that's not her fault.

Flashpoint's helm swivels, looking back at the patches he's indicating, realizing too late she's come dangerously close to meeting his optics. "Uh.....a ship. A ship broke through, took the sky park. Had some really strange weaponry on it."

Don't worry. Deadlock's personal copy of Megatron's Greatest Speeches will remain in his place. Not everyone can handle his sexy voice.

"Hey!" He frowns. "I was fighting. It was a lucky shot." That's all. Jerks. "Besides. I got shot in the arm, but they got a lot worse."

As in, well, trophy helmet here. Sure taught him a lesson!

"I. Uh. Yeah. Not like I'm planning on getting shot again." But let's face it, it's just a matter of time.

He laughs. "Frag, the security in this place sucks." Bikers, explosions, ships through the park...yeah. These people were idiots.

That might be best. Because it's true, not everyone can handle Megatron's sexy voice and she might just use it for purposes not as advertised. ~~Because she's a pervert like that. And the worst Autobot ever.~~

She gives his hand a comforting pat. "Hey don't worry, if you got out totally unscathed I'd say you weren't working hard enough." Yes that's totally contradictory to yelling at him for getting shot but whatever she has a lot of conflicting feelings right now okay?

"Never plan on that stuff though. Slag just happens and then you wish you hadn't pissed off your medic." Oops, she may have done that more than once. "And really, you'd think the military would do something about that...." Oh, now she's really poking fun at you, military guy Deadlock.

~~Hey only Deadlock can do that with Megatron's sexyvoice. Get your own kink.~~

Still, he feels mollified by her admission. "Worked plenty hard. Not that it's hard to outdo most of these squishies." What? He may be feeling all warm and cuddly, but he's still a Cybertronian warrior.

Just a snuggly one.

"Best cure for a medic's attitude is a pulse rifle to the face." Deadlock's got them handled. Which might explain why most of his repairs look a little...sloppy. Hard to do one's best with a gun's bore staring you down.

"Hngh. Next time I just won't follow orders, then." Eh, it was a weird habit anyway. "You're not drinking."

~~Can she watch then?~~

"Hey, they can build some pretty impressive equipment to compensate for that. Back on Earth they developed technology that could force us into altmode and lock out our primary functions." She's still not happy about that, but she'd be even less so if she'd been one of the ones caught.

And who says Cybertronian warriors can't be snuggly? If he needs any validation on that point, Flashpoint's here to provide it, and anyone who argues gets a smack to the face.

"Deadlock, that doesn't encourage me to preform as your medic." Wait. Did she just use his real name? Not some nickname that sits somewhere between asinine and cute that's insulting either way? Oops. It must have slipped out. "You couldn't take me at point blank range anyway."

Well. Not with a pulse rifle anyway. Depends on what else he aims at her.

~~Not if he's sober~~

"Who's side are you fraggin' on?" Because really stop talking up the enemy. Uh. Allies. Whatever.

And Deadlock's mightly pointy armor says he can't be snuggly. Just look at him, being all pointy and sharp. You'd have to be an idiot to cuddle with him. Or well-armored.

"Who said I was gonna need a medic, anyway?" Other, you know, than fate and statistics? "Besides. you'd do a good job." So he wouldn't have to buttstock you to the face. Wow, the compliments are really flying here tonight.

~~That's okay, she is the engex fairy.~~

"Ours! Duh." Have a little elbow into your side Deadlock. And a little pout over her shoulder. "They targeted us all you know, Autobot and Decepticon alike. The humans didn't like their planet being invaded."

And Flashpoint is both an idiot and well armored, so she's well equipped for this kind of snuggle time. And her backstrut fits rather nicely against the slope of his belly thanks, she's doing alright avoiding the pokey bits so far. Hopefully he doesn't touch her tires though...depending on how they're handled she could be purring like a Porsche and asleep on him in five minutes, or revving her engine and looking for a different kind of action.

"Boredom. Cuz that's what you'll be if you don't get yourself into a worthy fight every now and then." Don't argue Deadlock, you know she's right. Flashpoint grins to herself at the compliment, glad he can't see her faceplates heat. There's a happy little ripple through her EM field she can't hide though. "I try. Someone's gotta."

~~So those doorflaps are her fairy wings?~~

"Yeah, well, no one asked them." Stupid organics. It's kind of a weird point for him because he is all about the Decepticon cause, but not quite with the conquest thing. So he's just going to TRALALALA not hear anything morally iffy right now.

Why should he when he's got a warm, clean smelling chassis pressed against him?

"Hey, I do other stuff besides fight." Uh. Just don't ask what those might be. He can clean, though? And maybe see if this spot right here's a little ticklish. It's an evasive maneuver, shush.

~~Yes, she gets helicopter butt when sprinkled with fairy dust. She doesn't like to talk about it though and she's invisible unless you're drunk.~~

"Sixshot kinda did. And Devastator. If by 'asking' you mean 'smashing'." Yeah that's not morally questionable at all. Not that she wants to press the subject. She'd rather press against him instead, maybe one hand searching for his but not in any hand-holding kind of way. Just, ya know, BECAUSE.

Oh wait...that's what his hand is up to. That spot's not ticklish but it's damn close. She clamps her lip plates around a little mewl lest she give herself away, trying not to squirm in the process.

~~Don't tease him with such ineffable cuteness~~

"Yeah, well, Sixshot really isn't a talky guy." This from Deadlock, the master of monosyllables. He had the usual Decepticon half-fear half-contempt respect for Phase Sixers--they did the dirty work, but it was such unfair odds it could hardly be called war.

He'd rather not think about more mechs bigger than he is, not when he's got an almost squirming body against his. If he knew what to do, if he had any sort of suaveness, he'd be doing it, now. Instead, he's just going to, uh, improvise, bending down to chuff some air out of his vents at her exposed throat cables.

"So I've heard." She can't imagine what it must be like to eat in the messhall with him. Do Phase Sixers even do lunch with common soldiers?

If Deadlock was suave they'd be getting into a whole lot more trouble than they are right now. Or rather, a whole lot more FUN that might make for trouble later, or least 10 times more awkward than this already is.

As it is though, the huff of warm air past her neck gets a little gasp and a real squirm this time, and a muffled noise slipping past her hand. Well, two can play at that game. Not that she plays it overly well herself--or can reach much of him for that matter--but she'll improvise by tracing her fingers over the seams of his outer thigh armor and down to the joint of his knee. What? She has to put her hands somewhere!

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Going with parody!Tank Girl now bc she's the best lady role model right?

the bestest Also Ice T is in that movie.

GOD THAT'S RIGHT another great role model. A+

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