Post by Neo53 on Nov 16, 2007 10:49:23 GMT -5
Part 2 of the Revved Forward and Transformers crossover
Author: Anita Palmisano - www.steel-wolf.com/
When: Summer of 2057
Where: Project Fast Traxx HQ, San Fransisco
Who: Rusti Vitori/Knight, The Viper DeVont, Attack Beast Knight...and a mystery!
What: Part Two of www.hillbillyhell.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=otherfic&action=display&thread=1195122418
RPG: Revved Forward PFT
Terminology Dictionary - trs2001.homestead.com/Dictionary.html
ENJOY!
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Viper sighed and pulled forward out of the dark alley and back onto the street. Part of him wanted desperately to believe her, because that meant that it wasn’t just Barricade that was real. The other part of him clapped his hands over his ears, metaphorically speaking, and denied everything. Because if Barricade were real, it also meant Starscream, Megatron, Blackout, that freaky little silver Frenzy and more. Two sides of the same coin, more or less.
The drive back to HQ was more or less a silent one. Rusti’s adrenaline rush seemed to have worn off, resulting in the usual energy crash, but she was also staring blankly out his driver’s side window, watching the rest of the city go by. She lifted her head off her chin after a little while and rested her wrist on his steering wheel.
“Sorry if I hurt you trying to get away. I was a little freaked out.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Viper responded dryly. “If it turns out that you weren’t fibbing, I’ll forgive you.”
Rusti rolled her eyes.
“Hey…where’s your stuff?”
“Dropped it. I’ll just…order new. I really don’t want to go back and get it.”
A quick, sneaky scan eased his worries about her being on any drugs. Everything affected by her earlier panic had returned to normal and there weren’t any residual effects. She didn’t seem to be hitting a trough like a drug user might and she was perfectly coherent otherwise. Physiologically, she was perfectly normal. Psychologically, though…
“When we get home, I want you to go to your room and get some rest,” and he’d come back and get her stuff as opposed to making her order new. Some of it was expensive.
“I’m not losing it –“
“I know, I know. I just want you to rest.”
She was fully silent then until they got home. Viper pulled into the shop and let her out. She sighed, closing his door and walking away in the direction of the dorms and her room, a little subdued. Beast watched from the workbench next to his stall, distracted from the pieces of a damaged rifle scattered in front of him. As soon as she was out of the shop, he looked over at Viper, scowling.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing,” Viper backed up to leave. “You might want to take her either a good strong cup of coffee or a shot of whiskey though. She can fill you in.”
Beast tossed the reading glasses he’d been wearing for the fine work on the rifle onto the workbench and went to follow Rusti as Viper left the shop and went back the way he’d come in. Unconcerned with where the little twerp was going, Beast didn’t even look over his shoulder as Viper roared away. He headed down the hall to his and Rusti’s room, walking slowly enough to give her time to at least sit down before he got there. He poked his head around the door, which she’d left slightly ajar, expecting to see her laying on the bed. Instead she was pulling off her shirt, apparently getting ready to hop in the shower. He slipped through the door and pushed it shut behind him.
Startled, she looked up, shirt half off, then relaxed when she saw it who had come in and tossed it into the hamper. “Hey.”
“Hey babe.” He paused for a moment, watching her reach for her belt, before stepping up behind her and wrapping her up in his arms. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”
Sinking comfortably back against his chest, her upper arms pinned lightly to her sides, leaving her forearms free so she could reach up and take gentle hold of his wrists, she sighed again, half from stress, half from being so absolutely at ease with where she currently found herself “imprisoned”. “I dunno, Beast. I saw something that I thought wasn’t real.”
“What did you see?”
“A Transformer.”
The urge to crack a joke was almost irresistible, but the sudden tension in his wife’s body advised him against it. He mulled this information over in his brain, his cheek resting lightly on top of her head. “Like in the movie, or the cartoon?”
“Movie. Barricade, the cop car. Viper didn’t believe me either,” she slipped out of his arms and stepped out of her jeans, intending to continue on with her shower.
“Wait a second. I didn’t say I didn’t believe you.”
She shot a look over her shoulder at him that suggested she wasn’t really in the mood to argue. “’Movie’ or ‘cartoon’ was the most patronizing question you could’ve come up with.”
“Rus, I have a feeling that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t have been the right thing. I’m just as unsure how to react as you are.”
No response was forthcoming right away. She dropped the rest of her clothes in the hamper before turning back to him. She nodded toward the bathroom door. “C’mon.”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Have I ever told you how glad I am that you don’t behave like most women?” He’d fully expected her to hold his discomfiture against him.
“Baby, with half the things you do and say, the most you’d get out of a woman who acts like a petty little girl would be a one night stand. You’d drive her into seizures of catty rage.” She was thinking specifically of the ‘Miss September’ comment from a couple months ago when she asked him what he was up to.
His grin spread in spite of himself. Shucking his clothes off, he followed her into the bathroom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was finally getting late enough in the afternoon that the sun was beginning to go down, the brilliant light fading to a warm fiery orange that lit the western sides of buildings and left the other three walls in a bluish shadow. People were starting to head inside for dinner, or to get out of the coming dark. Rush hour was all but over and Viper found the streets much easier to navigate now than they had been an hour ago. He also was regretting, just a little, his decision to come back immediately. Dark made things more difficult than when everything was revealed in full sunlight.
He’d retraced his tracks back to the street where he had picked Rusti up. Slowing to a stop, he considered his options, then shifted to wolf form. If it were real, a Decepticon wouldn’t think twice about a stray dog, would it? He picked his way down the block and cautiously peered around the wall of the building that sat on the corner. The wide stretch of concrete resembling a parking lot was empty. Rusti’s things lay at the far end of it where she had dropped them. Barricade must have either been a very slow sprinter in robot mode, or Rusti’s Livithian paternity had stood her in good stead once more and she’d simply outrun him over such a short distance.
Viper looked around again, suddenly nervous about exposing himself. He didn’t quite believe Rusti, but she usually didn’t lie to him either. Involuntarily, his tongue flicked out of his mouth and gave his nose a quick, apprehensive lick. Straining to hear any noise that was out of the ordinary, his wolfy ears were pulled so far forward it hurt. With his head level to his shoulders, he crept out into the open expanse of space and toward Rusti’s racing gear.
Feet from his goal, he suddenly picked up the faint sound of servos behind him. Before he could turn to look, something grabbed him by the tail and chattered like a maniacal squirrel. With a startled howl of shock and fear, he whipped around and closed his jaws on a spindly metal arm – and came nose to nose with two pairs of eyes on stalks and a freaky little silver face.
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Part THREE
www.hillbillyhell.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=otherfic&action=display&thread=1195297045
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Author: Anita Palmisano - www.steel-wolf.com/
When: Summer of 2057
Where: Project Fast Traxx HQ, San Fransisco
Who: Rusti Vitori/Knight, The Viper DeVont, Attack Beast Knight...and a mystery!
What: Part Two of www.hillbillyhell.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=otherfic&action=display&thread=1195122418
RPG: Revved Forward PFT
Terminology Dictionary - trs2001.homestead.com/Dictionary.html
ENJOY!
_________________________________________________
Viper sighed and pulled forward out of the dark alley and back onto the street. Part of him wanted desperately to believe her, because that meant that it wasn’t just Barricade that was real. The other part of him clapped his hands over his ears, metaphorically speaking, and denied everything. Because if Barricade were real, it also meant Starscream, Megatron, Blackout, that freaky little silver Frenzy and more. Two sides of the same coin, more or less.
The drive back to HQ was more or less a silent one. Rusti’s adrenaline rush seemed to have worn off, resulting in the usual energy crash, but she was also staring blankly out his driver’s side window, watching the rest of the city go by. She lifted her head off her chin after a little while and rested her wrist on his steering wheel.
“Sorry if I hurt you trying to get away. I was a little freaked out.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” Viper responded dryly. “If it turns out that you weren’t fibbing, I’ll forgive you.”
Rusti rolled her eyes.
“Hey…where’s your stuff?”
“Dropped it. I’ll just…order new. I really don’t want to go back and get it.”
A quick, sneaky scan eased his worries about her being on any drugs. Everything affected by her earlier panic had returned to normal and there weren’t any residual effects. She didn’t seem to be hitting a trough like a drug user might and she was perfectly coherent otherwise. Physiologically, she was perfectly normal. Psychologically, though…
“When we get home, I want you to go to your room and get some rest,” and he’d come back and get her stuff as opposed to making her order new. Some of it was expensive.
“I’m not losing it –“
“I know, I know. I just want you to rest.”
She was fully silent then until they got home. Viper pulled into the shop and let her out. She sighed, closing his door and walking away in the direction of the dorms and her room, a little subdued. Beast watched from the workbench next to his stall, distracted from the pieces of a damaged rifle scattered in front of him. As soon as she was out of the shop, he looked over at Viper, scowling.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing,” Viper backed up to leave. “You might want to take her either a good strong cup of coffee or a shot of whiskey though. She can fill you in.”
Beast tossed the reading glasses he’d been wearing for the fine work on the rifle onto the workbench and went to follow Rusti as Viper left the shop and went back the way he’d come in. Unconcerned with where the little twerp was going, Beast didn’t even look over his shoulder as Viper roared away. He headed down the hall to his and Rusti’s room, walking slowly enough to give her time to at least sit down before he got there. He poked his head around the door, which she’d left slightly ajar, expecting to see her laying on the bed. Instead she was pulling off her shirt, apparently getting ready to hop in the shower. He slipped through the door and pushed it shut behind him.
Startled, she looked up, shirt half off, then relaxed when she saw it who had come in and tossed it into the hamper. “Hey.”
“Hey babe.” He paused for a moment, watching her reach for her belt, before stepping up behind her and wrapping her up in his arms. “Wanna tell me what’s up?”
Sinking comfortably back against his chest, her upper arms pinned lightly to her sides, leaving her forearms free so she could reach up and take gentle hold of his wrists, she sighed again, half from stress, half from being so absolutely at ease with where she currently found herself “imprisoned”. “I dunno, Beast. I saw something that I thought wasn’t real.”
“What did you see?”
“A Transformer.”
The urge to crack a joke was almost irresistible, but the sudden tension in his wife’s body advised him against it. He mulled this information over in his brain, his cheek resting lightly on top of her head. “Like in the movie, or the cartoon?”
“Movie. Barricade, the cop car. Viper didn’t believe me either,” she slipped out of his arms and stepped out of her jeans, intending to continue on with her shower.
“Wait a second. I didn’t say I didn’t believe you.”
She shot a look over her shoulder at him that suggested she wasn’t really in the mood to argue. “’Movie’ or ‘cartoon’ was the most patronizing question you could’ve come up with.”
“Rus, I have a feeling that no matter what I said, it wouldn’t have been the right thing. I’m just as unsure how to react as you are.”
No response was forthcoming right away. She dropped the rest of her clothes in the hamper before turning back to him. She nodded toward the bathroom door. “C’mon.”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Have I ever told you how glad I am that you don’t behave like most women?” He’d fully expected her to hold his discomfiture against him.
“Baby, with half the things you do and say, the most you’d get out of a woman who acts like a petty little girl would be a one night stand. You’d drive her into seizures of catty rage.” She was thinking specifically of the ‘Miss September’ comment from a couple months ago when she asked him what he was up to.
His grin spread in spite of himself. Shucking his clothes off, he followed her into the bathroom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It was finally getting late enough in the afternoon that the sun was beginning to go down, the brilliant light fading to a warm fiery orange that lit the western sides of buildings and left the other three walls in a bluish shadow. People were starting to head inside for dinner, or to get out of the coming dark. Rush hour was all but over and Viper found the streets much easier to navigate now than they had been an hour ago. He also was regretting, just a little, his decision to come back immediately. Dark made things more difficult than when everything was revealed in full sunlight.
He’d retraced his tracks back to the street where he had picked Rusti up. Slowing to a stop, he considered his options, then shifted to wolf form. If it were real, a Decepticon wouldn’t think twice about a stray dog, would it? He picked his way down the block and cautiously peered around the wall of the building that sat on the corner. The wide stretch of concrete resembling a parking lot was empty. Rusti’s things lay at the far end of it where she had dropped them. Barricade must have either been a very slow sprinter in robot mode, or Rusti’s Livithian paternity had stood her in good stead once more and she’d simply outrun him over such a short distance.
Viper looked around again, suddenly nervous about exposing himself. He didn’t quite believe Rusti, but she usually didn’t lie to him either. Involuntarily, his tongue flicked out of his mouth and gave his nose a quick, apprehensive lick. Straining to hear any noise that was out of the ordinary, his wolfy ears were pulled so far forward it hurt. With his head level to his shoulders, he crept out into the open expanse of space and toward Rusti’s racing gear.
Feet from his goal, he suddenly picked up the faint sound of servos behind him. Before he could turn to look, something grabbed him by the tail and chattered like a maniacal squirrel. With a startled howl of shock and fear, he whipped around and closed his jaws on a spindly metal arm – and came nose to nose with two pairs of eyes on stalks and a freaky little silver face.
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Part THREE
www.hillbillyhell.proboards103.com/index.cgi?board=otherfic&action=display&thread=1195297045
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