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wyntir_knightTitle: You can't spell success without ...
Fandom: Transformers: G1
Characters: Ironhide, Cliffjumper
Pairings:
Rating: Teen
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Summary: Ironhide teached Cliffjumper a much needed lesson about patience and tactics.
Author's Note: Inspired by the prompt "Ironhide/Cliffjumper - Taste of Success"
This is an unfinished work, but I feel the need to get it up anyways. Maybe if it sits here it'll give me the kick int he pants to finish it. God knows, having it sitting in my google drive isn't helping any!
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Cliffjumper flew over Ironhide's back and crashed hard against the far wall of the training room.
"You were telegraphing the moment you moved, Jumper," Ironhide said irritably. "Ah've told you at least a hundred times that you can't do that in a battle! The Cons'll take you out in a spark beat if'n ya keep fightin' like this!"
"Funny, I don't remember it being me in the med bay after this last battle," Cliffjumper replied as he got his feet under him and began to circle the larger Autobot again. "How did not telegraphing help you avoid Old Bucket-head's cannon?"
"That's different. I'm Prahm's bodyguard. It's mah job t' take those shots," Ironhide replied, calmly following Cliffjumper's movements. "Yer a frontliner and I'd think you'd've learned t' dodge by now."
With that, Ironhide snapped out one hand, moving far faster than a mech his size had a right to. Before Cliffjumper even realized that he was heading into danger, Ironhide had clipped the side of his helm, sending him spinning again.
"If that'd been a rotor or a sword you'd've lost yer head. Now focus on where yer goin' an' what yer doin', Cliffjumper!" Ironhide snapped.
"Frag off, Hide!" the minibot spat as he stood, shaking his head a little as he regained his bearings. The blow to his head had been a touch harder than Ironhide had intended, but the little red mech was starting to piss him off.
"You want out of this trainin'?" Ironhide asked, not bothering to hide the sneer.
"Yes! I don't need it! I do just fine out there!" Cliffjumper snapped as he turned to head to the door.
As soon as his back was turned, Cliffjumper was tackled, sent sprawling to the plating with Ironhide’s six tons bearing down on him.
“Not your decision t’ make, Jumper,” Ironhide said calmly. “You get out of training when I'm sure you're not a threat to yerself or anybody else.”
“I'm not a threat to anyone but the slagging ‘Cons!” Cliffjumper shrieked as he pushed back against Ironhide, trying to throw the larger mech off. “Get the frag off me!”
“Give me a reason!” Ironhide spat back. “Prove to me that ya don’t need this! ‘Cause by my count? You've been killed three times already!”
Fandom: Transformers: G1
Characters: Ironhide, Cliffjumper
Pairings:
Rating: Teen
Content Tags/Warnings:
Other Tags:
Summary: Ironhide teached Cliffjumper a much needed lesson about patience and tactics.
Author's Note: Inspired by the prompt "Ironhide/Cliffjumper - Taste of Success"
This is an unfinished work, but I feel the need to get it up anyways. Maybe if it sits here it'll give me the kick int he pants to finish it. God knows, having it sitting in my google drive isn't helping any!
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Cliffjumper flew over Ironhide's back and crashed hard against the far wall of the training room.
"You were telegraphing the moment you moved, Jumper," Ironhide said irritably. "Ah've told you at least a hundred times that you can't do that in a battle! The Cons'll take you out in a spark beat if'n ya keep fightin' like this!"
"Funny, I don't remember it being me in the med bay after this last battle," Cliffjumper replied as he got his feet under him and began to circle the larger Autobot again. "How did not telegraphing help you avoid Old Bucket-head's cannon?"
"That's different. I'm Prahm's bodyguard. It's mah job t' take those shots," Ironhide replied, calmly following Cliffjumper's movements. "Yer a frontliner and I'd think you'd've learned t' dodge by now."
With that, Ironhide snapped out one hand, moving far faster than a mech his size had a right to. Before Cliffjumper even realized that he was heading into danger, Ironhide had clipped the side of his helm, sending him spinning again.
"If that'd been a rotor or a sword you'd've lost yer head. Now focus on where yer goin' an' what yer doin', Cliffjumper!" Ironhide snapped.
"Frag off, Hide!" the minibot spat as he stood, shaking his head a little as he regained his bearings. The blow to his head had been a touch harder than Ironhide had intended, but the little red mech was starting to piss him off.
"You want out of this trainin'?" Ironhide asked, not bothering to hide the sneer.
"Yes! I don't need it! I do just fine out there!" Cliffjumper snapped as he turned to head to the door.
As soon as his back was turned, Cliffjumper was tackled, sent sprawling to the plating with Ironhide’s six tons bearing down on him.
“Not your decision t’ make, Jumper,” Ironhide said calmly. “You get out of training when I'm sure you're not a threat to yerself or anybody else.”
“I'm not a threat to anyone but the slagging ‘Cons!” Cliffjumper shrieked as he pushed back against Ironhide, trying to throw the larger mech off. “Get the frag off me!”
“Give me a reason!” Ironhide spat back. “Prove to me that ya don’t need this! ‘Cause by my count? You've been killed three times already!”