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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-12-31 12:44 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-12-31 12:44 am
FIC: Transformers / Top Gear: GT Offshoot: Sympathy
This wrote itself last night (since it's technically morning now). I've no idea why or where it came from (I wasn't even in the fandom when the incident in question took place). But I've got into the habit of posting something at the end of each month, apparently (this will only be the third...), and despite the 30-or-so thousand words I've put into them, nothing else is finished, so I guess I figured I'd share this, or something.
Happy New Year, by the way, even though that's really not until tomorrow.
Title: Sympathy
Author: Jecca Meitahn /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twilit_wanderer
Fandom: Transformers/Top Gear crossover
Rating: T
Characters: Mirage and Jeremy Clarkson. Others referenced.
Pairing: Nothing intended, but take it as you will.
Wordcount: 1,111
Warnings: References Richard Hammond's crash
Summary: Mirage and Jeremy talk outside the hospital shortly after Richard Hammond's Vampire dragster crash.
Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain this conversation didn't happen. I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear.
Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read "GT." This probably qualifies as something done in exceedingly poor taste. I am ashamed of myself. I do not know why I have written it. Nor do I know where it fits in the timeline of "GT." I think this could easily fall either shortly before Jazz and Hound arrive or shortly after Mirage's departure. Whichever you prefer. (I know where I place it, but it's really not that important.) And, truly, I am sorry. This is rather terrible, both of me and of the writing in general. Please don't hate me for this.
(For the record: Yes! I dislike this! A lot! Why did you post it, then, drama-queen attention-whore whiner? Because Aniko would kill me, and I like not being dead.)
It wasn't as much of a surprise as it should have been to find Mirage waiting for him.
Or maybe, Jeremy reflected dully, he just wasn't feeling up to being surprised. And in any case, it was a more preferable explanation for why the hairs on his arms had been standing up for the past several hours.
"What..." he started, but faltered and shook his head. He wasn't quite sure what he'd meant to ask.
In response, the driver's door popped open invitingly and, after a moment's pause, he gratefully slid behind the wheel.
"It's been all over," Mirage offered as an explanation as soon as he'd shut himself up again. A quick humming noise indicated that he'd activated his cloaking field. "I thought I'd come by."
"Oh, God," Jeremy groaned and, blinking wearily, frowned at the dash. "Don't you dare try to offer me your condolences," he threatened.
Mirage rocked in place slightly. "Why would I do that? You're fine, and your friend will be, as well."
"We don't know that," Jeremy said, wincing as he bit the words out.
"But he's in there with your medics looking after him." Mirage sounded genuinely confused.
Jeremy sighed. "That doesn't mean... Don't you have any system that, if it got damaged, couldn't be repaired?"
"Several," Mirage informed him. "And, believe it or not, I am familiar with the details of the internal workings of most of the organics on your planet."
"Oh," Jeremy said.
"I'd have to be," Mirage continued, almost to himself. "What with the way you're so easily damaged. It would be too easy for me to accidentally hurt or kill one of you."
Jeremy didn't respond to that. He leaned back in the seat and stared at the wheel. James, Mindy, and Richard - really, was he even aware? James and Mindy were probably wondering where he'd gone off to.
There was a long silence.
"Anyway, he's still functioning, and I thought his status had been changed to stable," Mirage finally said, a bit too rushed for it to be casual.
"I don't want to talk about 'anyway,'" Jeremy told him flatly. He paused, then added, "And stop acting so stupidly optimistic. You never act stupidly optimistic."
Mirage hesitated a moment before asking, "What?"
"Why did you come?" Jeremy asked, instead of answering.
Mirage shifted and didn't immediately respond, and in the lapse of conversation, a frightening thought occurred to Jeremy.
"This was only an accident," he stated, not even able to consider it as anything else. "This wasn't an attack."
Mirage shifted again, this time in a way he recognized as surprise.
"And if you're about to tell me there's about to be another one, you're just going to have to fight them off again, because," he paused and glanced at the building. It loomed over them in what, at the moment, seemed to be an ominous manner. "Because..."
"No," Mirage interrupted, saving him an explanation. "No, it's nothing like that at all. Why would the Decepticons aim for him, anyw- in any case?"
"I don't know!" Jeremy threw his hands out as much as he could. "He's well-known and they're too stupid to remember I was the one who got stuck with you, maybe."
Mirage laughed. "I can't deny the second argument, but no. If they wanted to kill one of you, I've no doubt they'd be much more direct about it. They'd probably want the credit."
"Giant metal jaguar devours Top Gear presenter," Jeremy supplied, as if reading from a news article. "Worthless car only witness."
"I was thinking more that they'd want me to know, but that would certainly work, too, yes," Mirage agreed, chuckling.
"I'm so glad someone thinks that was funny," Jeremy grumbled, feigning indignation. "Who'd buy your petrol? Or put up with your ceaseless complaining?"
"I'm sure I'd have managed," Mirage dismissed easily.
"Right, by going and finding someone else to trip over you."
"I could've run into you," Mirage offered.
"You could've just said something," Jeremy groused.
"That wouldn't be any fun at all," Mirage all but whined. "If I have to put up with you, I want to make you at least as miserable as I am."
"Believe me, you're there," Jeremy muttered, but the display was ruined by the grin on his face.
"Really?" Mirage challenged. "And how many times have you had to sit in silence while I have rambled endlessly about my own self-importance to an audience that isn't even there yet?"
Jeremy just stared at the center of the steering wheel.
"The answer is never!" Mirage finally shouted, but he sounded a bit embarrassed, and Jeremy found himself laughing. It only served to fluster Mirage further, and he sputtered excuses fitfully for a moment before appearing to give up.
It was surprisingly hard to stop laughing once he'd started. The sense of smug success that started rolling off Mirage was what finally stopped him.
"You did that on purpose," he accused.
"Did what?" Mirage asked, not bothering to hide the smirk in his tone.
"You're trying to distract me!" He wasn't sure if he should be insulted or touched or what, but offended seemed the easiest to work with.
"Well, it appears to have worked," Mirage pointed out.
"I said I didn't want your condolences," Jeremy repeated menacingly. "Now you must be punished."
"I didn't actually offer them, though," Mirage argued.
"It's the same thing!"
"No, it's not, and if you're going to choose to take it as such, then I'll be forced to extend my deepest sympathies in the traditional manner of the Cybertron upper class."
"What does that entail?" he asked warily.
"A lot of ceremony, and noises you wouldn't be able to understand on account of there being no translation into English for most of it."
Jeremy grimaced.
"Looks like it's time for you to go," Mirage suddenly said, popping his door open again. "There's your third."
Jeremy twisted to look before exiting and, indeed, James stood in the distance, looking around and appearing a bit puzzled.
He grunted an affirmative. "You'd best be getting back, as well," he said.
"That was what I'd had in mind," Mirage assured, remaining invisible. "And, for the record," he added, "I suppose I'm stupidly optimistic about such things because I'm an Autobot. If I wasn't always hoping for the best, I'd probably have sided with the Decepticons."
"That wasn't reassuring," Jeremy told him with a scowl.
"It wasn't meant to be," Mirage replied. "But I'm confident in your medics."
Jeremy nodded as he climbed out. He walked off without a farewell.
Mirage waited, not driving off until Jeremy had entered the hospital and disappeared from view.
- END -
Happy New Year, by the way, even though that's really not until tomorrow.
Title: Sympathy
Author: Jecca Meitahn /
twilit_wandererFandom: Transformers/Top Gear crossover
Rating: T
Characters: Mirage and Jeremy Clarkson. Others referenced.
Pairing: Nothing intended, but take it as you will.
Wordcount: 1,111
Warnings: References Richard Hammond's crash
Summary: Mirage and Jeremy talk outside the hospital shortly after Richard Hammond's Vampire dragster crash.
Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain this conversation didn't happen. I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear.
Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read "GT." This probably qualifies as something done in exceedingly poor taste. I am ashamed of myself. I do not know why I have written it. Nor do I know where it fits in the timeline of "GT." I think this could easily fall either shortly before Jazz and Hound arrive or shortly after Mirage's departure. Whichever you prefer. (I know where I place it, but it's really not that important.) And, truly, I am sorry. This is rather terrible, both of me and of the writing in general. Please don't hate me for this.
(For the record: Yes! I dislike this! A lot! Why did you post it, then, drama-queen attention-whore whiner? Because Aniko would kill me, and I like not being dead.)
It wasn't as much of a surprise as it should have been to find Mirage waiting for him.
Or maybe, Jeremy reflected dully, he just wasn't feeling up to being surprised. And in any case, it was a more preferable explanation for why the hairs on his arms had been standing up for the past several hours.
"What..." he started, but faltered and shook his head. He wasn't quite sure what he'd meant to ask.
In response, the driver's door popped open invitingly and, after a moment's pause, he gratefully slid behind the wheel.
"It's been all over," Mirage offered as an explanation as soon as he'd shut himself up again. A quick humming noise indicated that he'd activated his cloaking field. "I thought I'd come by."
"Oh, God," Jeremy groaned and, blinking wearily, frowned at the dash. "Don't you dare try to offer me your condolences," he threatened.
Mirage rocked in place slightly. "Why would I do that? You're fine, and your friend will be, as well."
"We don't know that," Jeremy said, wincing as he bit the words out.
"But he's in there with your medics looking after him." Mirage sounded genuinely confused.
Jeremy sighed. "That doesn't mean... Don't you have any system that, if it got damaged, couldn't be repaired?"
"Several," Mirage informed him. "And, believe it or not, I am familiar with the details of the internal workings of most of the organics on your planet."
"Oh," Jeremy said.
"I'd have to be," Mirage continued, almost to himself. "What with the way you're so easily damaged. It would be too easy for me to accidentally hurt or kill one of you."
Jeremy didn't respond to that. He leaned back in the seat and stared at the wheel. James, Mindy, and Richard - really, was he even aware? James and Mindy were probably wondering where he'd gone off to.
There was a long silence.
"Anyway, he's still functioning, and I thought his status had been changed to stable," Mirage finally said, a bit too rushed for it to be casual.
"I don't want to talk about 'anyway,'" Jeremy told him flatly. He paused, then added, "And stop acting so stupidly optimistic. You never act stupidly optimistic."
Mirage hesitated a moment before asking, "What?"
"Why did you come?" Jeremy asked, instead of answering.
Mirage shifted and didn't immediately respond, and in the lapse of conversation, a frightening thought occurred to Jeremy.
"This was only an accident," he stated, not even able to consider it as anything else. "This wasn't an attack."
Mirage shifted again, this time in a way he recognized as surprise.
"And if you're about to tell me there's about to be another one, you're just going to have to fight them off again, because," he paused and glanced at the building. It loomed over them in what, at the moment, seemed to be an ominous manner. "Because..."
"No," Mirage interrupted, saving him an explanation. "No, it's nothing like that at all. Why would the Decepticons aim for him, anyw- in any case?"
"I don't know!" Jeremy threw his hands out as much as he could. "He's well-known and they're too stupid to remember I was the one who got stuck with you, maybe."
Mirage laughed. "I can't deny the second argument, but no. If they wanted to kill one of you, I've no doubt they'd be much more direct about it. They'd probably want the credit."
"Giant metal jaguar devours Top Gear presenter," Jeremy supplied, as if reading from a news article. "Worthless car only witness."
"I was thinking more that they'd want me to know, but that would certainly work, too, yes," Mirage agreed, chuckling.
"I'm so glad someone thinks that was funny," Jeremy grumbled, feigning indignation. "Who'd buy your petrol? Or put up with your ceaseless complaining?"
"I'm sure I'd have managed," Mirage dismissed easily.
"Right, by going and finding someone else to trip over you."
"I could've run into you," Mirage offered.
"You could've just said something," Jeremy groused.
"That wouldn't be any fun at all," Mirage all but whined. "If I have to put up with you, I want to make you at least as miserable as I am."
"Believe me, you're there," Jeremy muttered, but the display was ruined by the grin on his face.
"Really?" Mirage challenged. "And how many times have you had to sit in silence while I have rambled endlessly about my own self-importance to an audience that isn't even there yet?"
Jeremy just stared at the center of the steering wheel.
"The answer is never!" Mirage finally shouted, but he sounded a bit embarrassed, and Jeremy found himself laughing. It only served to fluster Mirage further, and he sputtered excuses fitfully for a moment before appearing to give up.
It was surprisingly hard to stop laughing once he'd started. The sense of smug success that started rolling off Mirage was what finally stopped him.
"You did that on purpose," he accused.
"Did what?" Mirage asked, not bothering to hide the smirk in his tone.
"You're trying to distract me!" He wasn't sure if he should be insulted or touched or what, but offended seemed the easiest to work with.
"Well, it appears to have worked," Mirage pointed out.
"I said I didn't want your condolences," Jeremy repeated menacingly. "Now you must be punished."
"I didn't actually offer them, though," Mirage argued.
"It's the same thing!"
"No, it's not, and if you're going to choose to take it as such, then I'll be forced to extend my deepest sympathies in the traditional manner of the Cybertron upper class."
"What does that entail?" he asked warily.
"A lot of ceremony, and noises you wouldn't be able to understand on account of there being no translation into English for most of it."
Jeremy grimaced.
"Looks like it's time for you to go," Mirage suddenly said, popping his door open again. "There's your third."
Jeremy twisted to look before exiting and, indeed, James stood in the distance, looking around and appearing a bit puzzled.
He grunted an affirmative. "You'd best be getting back, as well," he said.
"That was what I'd had in mind," Mirage assured, remaining invisible. "And, for the record," he added, "I suppose I'm stupidly optimistic about such things because I'm an Autobot. If I wasn't always hoping for the best, I'd probably have sided with the Decepticons."
"That wasn't reassuring," Jeremy told him with a scowl.
"It wasn't meant to be," Mirage replied. "But I'm confident in your medics."
Jeremy nodded as he climbed out. He walked off without a farewell.
Mirage waited, not driving off until Jeremy had entered the hospital and disappeared from view.
- END -