Six Hours
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S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,561
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hasbro or Transformers. Or Starscream (SIGH!!!) I don't make any money writing this stuff.
Stars
(AN: this might be kind of cringey. Sorry. I'm trying to write it kind of romantic. I suck at romance IRL too, so....)
“Should you like to see the stars?” he asked, leaning back on his arms, head tilted toward the sky. “I cannot take you above the upper atmosphere. The air is too thin for you beyond that. But even so, you might find it compelling.”
What could she say? Her last boyfriend’s idea of a thrilling date had been Six Flags. “Sure.” She dusted her skirt as she stood. “How do we do that?”
He looked at her for a moment, deciding something. “There is the easy way,” he said, “and then, there is the fun way. I say we do it the fun way.” He fired his thrusters enough to hover in the air. He picked her up with a whir of his bladed hands, somehow easily managing not to even scratch her, and tossed her in the air above him as he transformed.
She landed hard in the cockpit seat. Her hands clutched at the arm rests, her heart jumping out of her chest. “That was the fun way?!” She tugged the hem of the skirt, which had flown up over her thighs, back down, fiercely.
“It was.” He seemed pleased enough to purr. “You are to be impressed at my dexterity.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I have been called that before. Non-diagnostically, however. Now, please fasten the included safety equipment.”
She dug the harness buckle from somewhere under her butt (that was sure to leave a bruise she was glad she wouldn’t have to explain to anyone), and snapped it over her chest. He’d flown her before, but carefully carrying her in his cupped hands. And she hadn’t been much in the mood to look at the time. The harness somehow felt less secure than the cage of his fingers. Probably because of the 270 degree visibility canopy. Her fingers dug into the arms of the pilot’s seat as he accelerated, more gently than it seemed he normally did.
He flew her up to the upper atmosphere in large, lazy circles. Getting altitude and staying there until she acclimatized to the pressure, and he could compensate for the air flow. Then another step. Then another, until she could see the curve of the earth below her, spreading out as if it was all somehow pouring away from her, the night’s darkness swallowing most of the shape. Above, the sky was rich velvet black, dotted with stars that no longer sparkled, but glowed brilliantly, in more colors than she could name.
“It’s just like the pictures,” she said, finally, leaning around in the cockpit.
“Ah,” the jet said. “If you allow me to adjust, I shall show you what it looks like through my optical sensors.” The canopy blanked, almost as if it were a TV screen instead of a clear window, and then flickered back on.
Red digital lines and symbols fluttered over the view. “Ion speed and charge,” Starscream said, highlighting one, and then of another “Neutrinos, and this,” to a third, “solar winds. These are required for flight calculation, among other factors,” he lit up a series of other indicators, “that are tedious to explain.” Underneath the flight calculation overlays, though, the universe now blazed with color, fantastic watercolored blues and reds and greens, somehow mixing together without muddying. It was…gorgeous.
“Do you like it?” He sounded anxious. “I realize the flight calculation overlays are distracting. If you like I shall remove that information.”
“No, please don’t.” She sat back. This is what the universe looked like through his eyes. Brilliant and beautiful and entirely alive. She wondered what she looked like through these same optics, and then blushed at her own vanity. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “Really.” Even the shifting information from the overlays had a kind of rhythmic beauty to it. She suddenly felt so…limited.
“Why me?” she said, her voice small.
“Why you?” Her turn to confuse him with a sudden veer of conversation.
“I mean, well, why did you, you know, pick me? I’m nothing special.” Certainly not someone who deserved a view of the universe that would make astronauts want to throttle her.
“You are,” he said, his voice strange. “I believed I had explained this back on Diego Garcia. You have not judged me, when you so easily could have. That is…special.” It wasn’t really what he was trying to say, but this was the best he could manage. He tried to distract her. “That, now,” his pilot’s HUD illuminating a drifting sparkling object, “is one of your satellites. Ground communications, if I am not mistaken.”
“Huh.” She was just as glad as he was to step away from that uncomfortable vulnerability. “Weird how up here even the most boring things are beautiful.”
“The best things,” the jet said, mysteriously, “are beautiful all of the time.”
“Should you like to see the stars?” he asked, leaning back on his arms, head tilted toward the sky. “I cannot take you above the upper atmosphere. The air is too thin for you beyond that. But even so, you might find it compelling.”
What could she say? Her last boyfriend’s idea of a thrilling date had been Six Flags. “Sure.” She dusted her skirt as she stood. “How do we do that?”
He looked at her for a moment, deciding something. “There is the easy way,” he said, “and then, there is the fun way. I say we do it the fun way.” He fired his thrusters enough to hover in the air. He picked her up with a whir of his bladed hands, somehow easily managing not to even scratch her, and tossed her in the air above him as he transformed.
She landed hard in the cockpit seat. Her hands clutched at the arm rests, her heart jumping out of her chest. “That was the fun way?!” She tugged the hem of the skirt, which had flown up over her thighs, back down, fiercely.
“It was.” He seemed pleased enough to purr. “You are to be impressed at my dexterity.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I have been called that before. Non-diagnostically, however. Now, please fasten the included safety equipment.”
She dug the harness buckle from somewhere under her butt (that was sure to leave a bruise she was glad she wouldn’t have to explain to anyone), and snapped it over her chest. He’d flown her before, but carefully carrying her in his cupped hands. And she hadn’t been much in the mood to look at the time. The harness somehow felt less secure than the cage of his fingers. Probably because of the 270 degree visibility canopy. Her fingers dug into the arms of the pilot’s seat as he accelerated, more gently than it seemed he normally did.
He flew her up to the upper atmosphere in large, lazy circles. Getting altitude and staying there until she acclimatized to the pressure, and he could compensate for the air flow. Then another step. Then another, until she could see the curve of the earth below her, spreading out as if it was all somehow pouring away from her, the night’s darkness swallowing most of the shape. Above, the sky was rich velvet black, dotted with stars that no longer sparkled, but glowed brilliantly, in more colors than she could name.
“It’s just like the pictures,” she said, finally, leaning around in the cockpit.
“Ah,” the jet said. “If you allow me to adjust, I shall show you what it looks like through my optical sensors.” The canopy blanked, almost as if it were a TV screen instead of a clear window, and then flickered back on.
Red digital lines and symbols fluttered over the view. “Ion speed and charge,” Starscream said, highlighting one, and then of another “Neutrinos, and this,” to a third, “solar winds. These are required for flight calculation, among other factors,” he lit up a series of other indicators, “that are tedious to explain.” Underneath the flight calculation overlays, though, the universe now blazed with color, fantastic watercolored blues and reds and greens, somehow mixing together without muddying. It was…gorgeous.
“Do you like it?” He sounded anxious. “I realize the flight calculation overlays are distracting. If you like I shall remove that information.”
“No, please don’t.” She sat back. This is what the universe looked like through his eyes. Brilliant and beautiful and entirely alive. She wondered what she looked like through these same optics, and then blushed at her own vanity. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “Really.” Even the shifting information from the overlays had a kind of rhythmic beauty to it. She suddenly felt so…limited.
“Why me?” she said, her voice small.
“Why you?” Her turn to confuse him with a sudden veer of conversation.
“I mean, well, why did you, you know, pick me? I’m nothing special.” Certainly not someone who deserved a view of the universe that would make astronauts want to throttle her.
“You are,” he said, his voice strange. “I believed I had explained this back on Diego Garcia. You have not judged me, when you so easily could have. That is…special.” It wasn’t really what he was trying to say, but this was the best he could manage. He tried to distract her. “That, now,” his pilot’s HUD illuminating a drifting sparkling object, “is one of your satellites. Ground communications, if I am not mistaken.”
“Huh.” She was just as glad as he was to step away from that uncomfortable vulnerability. “Weird how up here even the most boring things are beautiful.”
“The best things,” the jet said, mysteriously, “are beautiful all of the time.”