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[#162] A Spark Of Hope (James Bond/Transformers Crossover)
Theme Prompt: #162 - Hero
Title: A Spark Of Hope
Fandom: James Bond / Transformers crossover
Rating/Warnings: T
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 707
Summary: James gets kidnapped and managed to send a message to Makepeace
AN: The urge to have a ref to the iconic Star Wars scene was huge but I resisted.
“I’ll be back in around half an hour.”
Makepeace was aware that already more than half an Earth-hour had passed and James hadn’t returned. Should he contact M? Or should he just wait a bit longer. It hadn’t passed that much time, that it was worrisome but James was usually punctual.
But he hadn’t heard any suspicious noises coming from the inside of the hotel. That didn’t had to be comforting thought, after all he wasn’t in the business since yesterday.
To his dismay Bond had chosen a rather unfavorable parking lot from which he couldn’t see most of the hotel.
Makepeace regretted that he had to remain in vehicle-mode as he couldn’t shake off the feeling that Bond was in trouble. It wasn’t only due to them being in the business since years but more to the special spark-bond they had developed.
No, he couldn’t wait any longer. It was maybe fifteen minutes more than Bond had promised but that was a long time in which could happen a lot. He connected via comm-link with MI6 headquarter in London. Sure, he could have chosen the direct connection to M but he didn’t wanted to alert her even more.
“Madame … I’m deeply sorry to interrupt you”, Makepeace began, feeling uneasy and has he began to tell M about the reason why he called her, he needed longer than usual to find the right words.
“What if something had gone wrong? What if we’ve been spied on? Well, I am sure we’ve been but … it doesn’t make sense. At least not now.”
Patiently M listened to the remaining half of her best field-agent duo. It wouldn’t be the first time Bond had ended up in trouble but it was still always nerve-robbing to call in emergency meetings and find a solution as quick as possible since every second mattered. The race against the clock had begun in the very moment when Makepeace had decided to call London.
Hours later he was still standing in the parking-lot, pretending to be an ordinary luxury car, while he waited for one of the agents London had in the area to pick him up and bring him to their secret base.
He watched the people passing him by. Some stopped to look at him. He knew that he was sign to behold and a luxury car was always an eye-catcher, no matter in which country or city one was.
Finally a man approached him, one hand in the pocket of his suit, clearly pretending to be searching for his key. Seconds later the man really had a key in his hand.
'Agent Makepeace?' the man asked with a low voice.
Makepeace opened his door as answer and let the unknown agent take his place on the driver's seat.
"I'm Fillmore Sullivan", the agent introduced himself.
'Sure you are. This name sounds more like your profession would be a different one.' Makepeace kept his thoughts to himself, since he knew that he had a certain talent for stepping on the sentiments of humans and not everyone of them could deal with him like James could.
Instead he accepted the introduction with the typical British politeness and remained silent for the rest of the drive, unless agent Sullivan asked him something, which was not much.
Once he was in the safety of the base Makepeace was told what the MI6 had done in the meantime and what they had found out. Silently the Autobot listened to the agents as his optics were fixed on the screen on which M was visible, sitting on her London office and looking seriously worried.
It was late at night, or rather in the early morning hours when everyone was already sound asleep and Makepeace was in the middle of his recharging cycle, when it got interrupted from an incoming message to his comm-link.
His spark was emitting more heat than usual, when Makepeace heard the rasping voice through the static. "You're my only hope, Makepeace."
A pause of some astro-seconds which seemed much longer and swiftly Makepeace assumed that the connection had been interrupted. "Please you have to find out from where I'm calling you."
"I'll do my best. We'll find you, I swear to Primus."
Title: A Spark Of Hope
Fandom: James Bond / Transformers crossover
Rating/Warnings: T
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 707
Summary: James gets kidnapped and managed to send a message to Makepeace
AN: The urge to have a ref to the iconic Star Wars scene was huge but I resisted.
“I’ll be back in around half an hour.”
Makepeace was aware that already more than half an Earth-hour had passed and James hadn’t returned. Should he contact M? Or should he just wait a bit longer. It hadn’t passed that much time, that it was worrisome but James was usually punctual.
But he hadn’t heard any suspicious noises coming from the inside of the hotel. That didn’t had to be comforting thought, after all he wasn’t in the business since yesterday.
To his dismay Bond had chosen a rather unfavorable parking lot from which he couldn’t see most of the hotel.
Makepeace regretted that he had to remain in vehicle-mode as he couldn’t shake off the feeling that Bond was in trouble. It wasn’t only due to them being in the business since years but more to the special spark-bond they had developed.
No, he couldn’t wait any longer. It was maybe fifteen minutes more than Bond had promised but that was a long time in which could happen a lot. He connected via comm-link with MI6 headquarter in London. Sure, he could have chosen the direct connection to M but he didn’t wanted to alert her even more.
“Madame … I’m deeply sorry to interrupt you”, Makepeace began, feeling uneasy and has he began to tell M about the reason why he called her, he needed longer than usual to find the right words.
“What if something had gone wrong? What if we’ve been spied on? Well, I am sure we’ve been but … it doesn’t make sense. At least not now.”
Patiently M listened to the remaining half of her best field-agent duo. It wouldn’t be the first time Bond had ended up in trouble but it was still always nerve-robbing to call in emergency meetings and find a solution as quick as possible since every second mattered. The race against the clock had begun in the very moment when Makepeace had decided to call London.
Hours later he was still standing in the parking-lot, pretending to be an ordinary luxury car, while he waited for one of the agents London had in the area to pick him up and bring him to their secret base.
He watched the people passing him by. Some stopped to look at him. He knew that he was sign to behold and a luxury car was always an eye-catcher, no matter in which country or city one was.
Finally a man approached him, one hand in the pocket of his suit, clearly pretending to be searching for his key. Seconds later the man really had a key in his hand.
'Agent Makepeace?' the man asked with a low voice.
Makepeace opened his door as answer and let the unknown agent take his place on the driver's seat.
"I'm Fillmore Sullivan", the agent introduced himself.
'Sure you are. This name sounds more like your profession would be a different one.' Makepeace kept his thoughts to himself, since he knew that he had a certain talent for stepping on the sentiments of humans and not everyone of them could deal with him like James could.
Instead he accepted the introduction with the typical British politeness and remained silent for the rest of the drive, unless agent Sullivan asked him something, which was not much.
Once he was in the safety of the base Makepeace was told what the MI6 had done in the meantime and what they had found out. Silently the Autobot listened to the agents as his optics were fixed on the screen on which M was visible, sitting on her London office and looking seriously worried.
It was late at night, or rather in the early morning hours when everyone was already sound asleep and Makepeace was in the middle of his recharging cycle, when it got interrupted from an incoming message to his comm-link.
His spark was emitting more heat than usual, when Makepeace heard the rasping voice through the static. "You're my only hope, Makepeace."
A pause of some astro-seconds which seemed much longer and swiftly Makepeace assumed that the connection had been interrupted. "Please you have to find out from where I'm calling you."
"I'll do my best. We'll find you, I swear to Primus."
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It's the fourth work in this series.
Just in case you're interested here are the other ones in posting order. I admit the second one could have been better. And the first one which started it all is still my favorite ficlet with them.
https://fandomweekly.dreamwidth.org/539926.html
https://fandomweekly.dreamwidth.org/576996.html
https://fandomweekly.dreamwidth.org/578510.html
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This is one of my favorite crossover to write whenever I get a fitting prompt for it.