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fandomweekly2022-11-04 03:45 am
[#156] told you to trust me (Transformers G1)
Title: told you to trust me.
Fandom: Transformers Generation 1
Rating/Warnings: Gen. Nebulous post-war AU.
Bonus: Set at sunset, only barely though
Word Count: 996 words
Summary: Wildrider's found something "cool" out in the wilds of Cybertron. Trouble is, he won't tell Drag Strip what it is, and Drag Strip sort of isn't really feeling like jumping into a giant metal sinkhole for reasons that don't include his super-nonexistent fear of heights that he DEFINITELY doesn't have. As per usual, Drag Strip has to make a mountain out of this molehill.
“You’re fucking kidding me. No fucking way,” Drag Strip said, squinting against the red glare of the setting sun. Wildrider stood all the way down a sheer drop below, a smudge of black against the silver steel.
“No, I mean it,” Wildrider said, “it’ll be fun! Jump!”
“You are out of your fucking mind.”
“You’re out of your mind!” Wildrider said. “C’mon, would I tell you to jump if it was actually dangerous?”
“Yes?”
“No I wouldn’t!” Wildrider called back up, offended. He paused. “Okay, I would. But this isn’t one of those times!”
“And how do I know you’re not lying?” Drag Strip eyed the drop again. It had to be… enormous, like, fifty feet or four thousand or something. Maybe it was a mile. All he knew was that it was way too far.
“C’mon, who do you take me for?” Wildrider said. “Don’t you trust me?”
“No.”
“Come on!” Wildrider said, throwing his hands in the air. “I told you, it’s fun!”
“You won’t even tell me what it is!”
“I want it to be a surprise. If you’re gonna be a scaredy-car about it, fine, I’ll keep it to myself.”
“I’m not scared!” Drag Strip said hotly. “Who do you think I am, an Autobot?”
“Okay. Then jump.”
Drag Strip instinctively stepped back from the edge. Was it just him, or did it seem like the ground was stretching further away? It was probably two miles or something. Maybe it was ten. It was super high obviously. Were there clouds up here? He was surprised there weren’t—
“Told you you were scared,” Wildrider said, annoyed. “Okay, come down, I’ll show Dead End instead. At least he won’t bother with this when he says he doesn’t care, he’ll just read more boring poetry.”
“Okay,” Drag Strip said. “Fine. I’ll do it. And when I hit the ground at speed and splatter, I suppose I can expect an apology?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Wildrider said, “just fucking jump already so you can get it?”
Drag Strip swallowed around the sudden dryness in his mouth, the weird knot in his throat like he’d swallowed a rock. He edged closer to the edge of the cliff. “If I die—”
“You’re not going to fragging die, Drag Strip.” It looked from here like Wildrider was pinching the bridge of his nose, but the angle of his helmet made it hard to see. Maybe he was just rubbing steel dust off his face or something. Whatever.
“Still,” Drag Strip said. “You’re not allowed to have any of my stuff. It all goes to Breakdown. Okay?”
“Okay, what the hell is this?” Wildrider said. “It’s all of twenty meters and you’re made of metal. You’re not going to die even if it is solid steel, which it’s not.”
“What, so I’m going to break through the ground and fall into something else?”
“No!”
“Because that sounds worse.”
Wildrider sighed loudly. “Do you want to watch me do it first? You really don’t trust me not to literally kill you?”
Well, put that way… “I mean, I don’t think you’re trying to get me killed…?”
“Uh-huh,” Wildrider said. “Cause that’s why you just tried to write me out of your will. Or whatever the fuck that was.”
Okay, yeah, Drag Strip didn’t have a great response to that one. “Uh…”
“No, I get it,” Wildrider said. “Okay. You don’t trust me not to try to kill you. All I said was I found something cool and I wanted it to be a surprise and you decided I was trying to kill you. Cool. I’ll just keep it to myself next time if you’ve decided you hate fun.”
“I don’t hate fun!”
“Okay, so you hate me, then? Or you think I hate you? I’m not really clear on what you hate here but it’s clearly something.”
“I’m just not keen on smashing into solid ground,” Drag Strip said. It really didn’t seem that complicated. “Just because you like jumping off buildings doesn’t mean I do.”
“I keep telling you it’s not going to hurt you,” Wildrider said. “Okay, you don’t trust me, whatever, but like—why would I even do that?”
“Because it’s funny?”
Wildrider stared up at him long enough he started to feel a little self-conscious about that one.
“Um…”
“Okay,” Wildrider said. “I see how it is. I’m just gonna go home, and if you think I’m trying to kill you for a joke or something next time, you can just not show up when I try to show you things.”
“I don’t really think you were trying to kill me,” Drag Strip tried again. “No, seriously. Here. Watch.” Oh, this was a terrible idea. He could feel his tanks lurching in, uhhhh, an emotion suspiciously close to fear that also definitely wasn’t that, even before he shut his optics and took a deliberately large stop off the edge of the cliff.
And then landed in something inexplicably soft?
He onlined his optics to find himself in a weird hole, bowed in by what he could see was probably not steel, actually, if the banding patterns he was seeing made any sense; and then slowly, gathering speed, it bent the other way and threw him up into the air.
“What the fuck!”
“See, isn’t it cool?” Wildrider said.
“No! Get me the fuck down!” Gravity took hold of him when he was so high he could see the entire silver plateau, and the sinkhole Wildrider’d tempted him into laid out below him. He had definitely flown through a cloud. There was condensation on his plating. Before long he’d landed in the inexplicably soft plating of the sinkhole floor again, bouncing twice before finally being able to stand and walk on the odd surface.
“What… the hell,” Drag Strip managed.
“I don’t know.”
Okay, Drag Strip grudgingly admitted. “That was… pretty cool, actually.”
“See?” Wildrider didn’t sound gratified so much as frustrated. “I told you you could trust me.”
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