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raisedbymoogles) wrote2013-05-10 11:57 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2013-05-10 11:57 pm
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Bayverse-rewrite Feels fic.
In which Marissa switches prom dates.
Without regard to the prom dress it'd taken her four hours in a crowded mall to find, Marissa sat down on the glitter-drenched curb. Behind her the party was still in full swing, loud music, laughter, muffled only a little by distance and by the doors of the convention center. Marissa folded her arms over her knees and tried to drown it out with her own thoughts.
I look ridiculous in dresses anyway, she thought. And, We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We both talked about it. He's going to college out of state, and I'm going - where I'm going. And, It shouldn't bother me that he's dancing with other girls. Marissa pressed her face to the scratchy tulle bunching around her knees. I got the corsage, Mom got the pictures of me and him she wanted, I had a nice dinner and some dancing... that's fine. What else do you want from a prom, right? I got - I got the whole experience.
Biting her lip fiercely, fighting back tears, Marissa didn't see the sports car pull up until she flashed her headlights. "Hey, pretty lady, want a ride?"
"Arcee!"
Marissa piled into Arcee's driver's seat in a froth of skirts, a wild laugh flying from her throat. "Were you waiting for me?" she asked as she buckled herself in.
"Hey, I'm your guardian." Arcee pulled away from the curb. "This is what I do."
The highway sang under Arcee's tires; the wind dashed Marissa's hair out of its perfect twist, turning it tangled and wild. Arcee drove in broad circles around the city, letting the radio and the hum of her engine take the place of talking. Grateful, Marissa leaned back in her seat and let her tears turn the city lights into glowing smears.
It was nearly eleven when Arcee pulled off the highway, onto a road that led seemingly nowhere. Confused and bleary-eyed, Marissa lifted her head. "Where-?"
"It's a surprise," Arcee told her, surpressed laughter in her voice.
"Arceeee. Is this another guardian thing?"
"Trust me," Arcee singsonged. Marissa frowned and poked at Arcee's radio but didn't protest. She did trust Arcee.
The road took them to a clearing surrounded by woods. Arcee pulled into the grass, the bright glow of her headlights illuminating the shadowed forms of Cybertronians. Marissa squinted, trying to pick out color and shape from the glare of their metal. "Guys...?"
"Welcome, Marissa." The clearing lit up. In the glow from the lamps, scrounged Christmas lights, and Arcee's headlights, Marissa saw all of her Autobot friends gathered together: Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz, Glyph, Perceptor, and Optimus Prime in the center, who knelt to offer a hand. "May I have," he asked gravely, "the honor of this dance?"
Rather than accept immediately, Marissa presed her hands to her mouth. "What," she squeaked, "in the world are you wearing?"
Optimus hesitated, glanced back at Ratchet. "I was... told these accessories were appropriate," he said, selfconsciously tugging at the bow tie around his neck.
The other Autobots, also wearing bow ties, shuffled uncomfortably. "I was sure I got it right," Glyph offered apologetically. "My research indicated-"
Perceptor patted her shoulder. "Cheer up, my comrade in science. Mistakes are a natural part of the process."
"N-no, it's - it's not a mistake." Marissa struggled to get her giggles under control. "I was just surprised. How did you even get bow ties that size?"
"It's a long story, lil lady," Jazz grinned, coming forward with a bow tie in her hands for Arcee. "Maybe I'll tell it to ya sometime."
"In other words," Arcee said dryly, turning around to let Jazz loop it around her neck, "you don't want to know."
Optimus was still kneeling. At Marissa's cautiously hopeful glance, he extended his hand again. This time, she took the offer.
She danced until almost sunrise, with Optimus, with Arcee, with Jazz and Glyph and Arcee again; Ironhide and Ratchet claimed one dance each and declared themselves satisfied, parking their afts on the ground next to the small stash of energon rations they'd brought. Jazz acted as DJ as Marissa taught Arcee, Glyph and Perceptor the Electric Slide. At dawn, she was curled up in Arcee's back seat, the Autobots surrounding them both, fast asleep and content.
Without regard to the prom dress it'd taken her four hours in a crowded mall to find, Marissa sat down on the glitter-drenched curb. Behind her the party was still in full swing, loud music, laughter, muffled only a little by distance and by the doors of the convention center. Marissa folded her arms over her knees and tried to drown it out with her own thoughts.
I look ridiculous in dresses anyway, she thought. And, We aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. We both talked about it. He's going to college out of state, and I'm going - where I'm going. And, It shouldn't bother me that he's dancing with other girls. Marissa pressed her face to the scratchy tulle bunching around her knees. I got the corsage, Mom got the pictures of me and him she wanted, I had a nice dinner and some dancing... that's fine. What else do you want from a prom, right? I got - I got the whole experience.
Biting her lip fiercely, fighting back tears, Marissa didn't see the sports car pull up until she flashed her headlights. "Hey, pretty lady, want a ride?"
"Arcee!"
Marissa piled into Arcee's driver's seat in a froth of skirts, a wild laugh flying from her throat. "Were you waiting for me?" she asked as she buckled herself in.
"Hey, I'm your guardian." Arcee pulled away from the curb. "This is what I do."
The highway sang under Arcee's tires; the wind dashed Marissa's hair out of its perfect twist, turning it tangled and wild. Arcee drove in broad circles around the city, letting the radio and the hum of her engine take the place of talking. Grateful, Marissa leaned back in her seat and let her tears turn the city lights into glowing smears.
It was nearly eleven when Arcee pulled off the highway, onto a road that led seemingly nowhere. Confused and bleary-eyed, Marissa lifted her head. "Where-?"
"It's a surprise," Arcee told her, surpressed laughter in her voice.
"Arceeee. Is this another guardian thing?"
"Trust me," Arcee singsonged. Marissa frowned and poked at Arcee's radio but didn't protest. She did trust Arcee.
The road took them to a clearing surrounded by woods. Arcee pulled into the grass, the bright glow of her headlights illuminating the shadowed forms of Cybertronians. Marissa squinted, trying to pick out color and shape from the glare of their metal. "Guys...?"
"Welcome, Marissa." The clearing lit up. In the glow from the lamps, scrounged Christmas lights, and Arcee's headlights, Marissa saw all of her Autobot friends gathered together: Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz, Glyph, Perceptor, and Optimus Prime in the center, who knelt to offer a hand. "May I have," he asked gravely, "the honor of this dance?"
Rather than accept immediately, Marissa presed her hands to her mouth. "What," she squeaked, "in the world are you wearing?"
Optimus hesitated, glanced back at Ratchet. "I was... told these accessories were appropriate," he said, selfconsciously tugging at the bow tie around his neck.
The other Autobots, also wearing bow ties, shuffled uncomfortably. "I was sure I got it right," Glyph offered apologetically. "My research indicated-"
Perceptor patted her shoulder. "Cheer up, my comrade in science. Mistakes are a natural part of the process."
"N-no, it's - it's not a mistake." Marissa struggled to get her giggles under control. "I was just surprised. How did you even get bow ties that size?"
"It's a long story, lil lady," Jazz grinned, coming forward with a bow tie in her hands for Arcee. "Maybe I'll tell it to ya sometime."
"In other words," Arcee said dryly, turning around to let Jazz loop it around her neck, "you don't want to know."
Optimus was still kneeling. At Marissa's cautiously hopeful glance, he extended his hand again. This time, she took the offer.
She danced until almost sunrise, with Optimus, with Arcee, with Jazz and Glyph and Arcee again; Ironhide and Ratchet claimed one dance each and declared themselves satisfied, parking their afts on the ground next to the small stash of energon rations they'd brought. Jazz acted as DJ as Marissa taught Arcee, Glyph and Perceptor the Electric Slide. At dawn, she was curled up in Arcee's back seat, the Autobots surrounding them both, fast asleep and content.
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