MI: All Figured Out
Title: All Figured Out
Fandom: Transformers: Animated
Rating: K+
Pairings:Optimus/Blackarachnia if you squint.
Warnings: Spoilers for Along Came a Spider.
Summary: Blackarachnia had gotten the hang of dealing with that little complication, right?
Challenge: mission_insane
Prompt: Unthemed 1: #2: Wings
Notes: Quick, late night challenge piece.
Disclaimer: If I owned this show, would I have to wait till June for a toy?
Fandom: Transformers: Animated
Rating: K+
Pairings:Optimus/Blackarachnia if you squint.
Warnings: Spoilers for Along Came a Spider.
Summary: Blackarachnia had gotten the hang of dealing with that little complication, right?
Challenge: mission_insane
Prompt: Unthemed 1: #2: Wings
Notes: Quick, late night challenge piece.
Disclaimer: If I owned this show, would I have to wait till June for a toy?
She hated living in shackles, but she loved how secure it was. There was no worry of trust being broken, because no trust was involved. It was quite simple, really. She didn't understand why so few people realized it. After all, you can't be broken if you already are.
But something inside called for more than that. “Let me out!” it would scream, and she would zap it with venom and hope that the stuff would take a miraculously long time to wear off.
Every time that part of her saw that spider go at her, she hated it more and more. To make matters worse, it never gave up. Those are the most annoying kinds of inner voices. But she managed, simply putting it back down each time it sprung up.
“Don't stop me this time!”
Zap.
“I want to help you!”
Zap.
“You know that this isn't who you really are!”
Zap. Zap. Zap. Elita was always down on the first zap, but Blackarachnia figured she deserved more venom for that comment. Maybe it would keep her down longer too. Maybe it would even kill her. She hoped so. Or, at least, she thought she did. Yet, she wondered what would take Elita's place if she was gone.
“I wish you'd let him help us,” Elita said quietly next time she woke up. What I would give to trade in those spider legs for a pair of wings.”
Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap.
But still, she was right.
But something inside called for more than that. “Let me out!” it would scream, and she would zap it with venom and hope that the stuff would take a miraculously long time to wear off.
Every time that part of her saw that spider go at her, she hated it more and more. To make matters worse, it never gave up. Those are the most annoying kinds of inner voices. But she managed, simply putting it back down each time it sprung up.
“Don't stop me this time!”
Zap.
“I want to help you!”
Zap.
“You know that this isn't who you really are!”
Zap. Zap. Zap. Elita was always down on the first zap, but Blackarachnia figured she deserved more venom for that comment. Maybe it would keep her down longer too. Maybe it would even kill her. She hoped so. Or, at least, she thought she did. Yet, she wondered what would take Elita's place if she was gone.
“I wish you'd let him help us,” Elita said quietly next time she woke up. What I would give to trade in those spider legs for a pair of wings.”
Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap. Zap.
But still, she was right.