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Aug. 20th, 2008

Does it matter what you look like?

Forceps was already back from the hospital, when Hardline arrived at the small apartment they shared, just off the main shopping precinct. She’d applied for her first proper post at the District General – working alongside Consultant Resector, as his registrar while she found her confidence, but with the ultimate aim of becoming a consultant engineer herself. They’d interviewed her yesterday, reviewed her training and checked her qualifications, and called her back early this morning so they could give her their answer…

If how she looked was anything to go by – she’d had a complete refit while she was there – she’d got the job…

Even when they’d first met, back at college and long before they’d decided on their respective careers, Forceps hadn’t been especially feminine – a tall, gangrel stick of jade armour, seemingly all limbs and not much else. It was as if her parents had given her the protoform they liked, then wished she was a little taller and had her stretched upwards by just enough to make her look too tall.

This latest refit had wiped out every last trace of femininity – now she had a surgical engineer’s foursquare bulk, as well as the mindset. She met his gaze via the reflections in the mirror she was using to examine her new root-mode, and there was a flicker – just a flicker – of challenge in her citrine stare. Well?

Hardline didn’t rise to the bait. “You got the post, then,” he observed, cheerfully, ambling over. “Ha, I knew you would.”

She folded her arms, and huffed quietly. “Only because no-one else wanted it.”

“Don’t be silly,” he scolded, resting his fingers on her broad new shoulders, and could imagine the power thrumming softly beneath the surface. “You got it because you were the best candidate for the job.”

“Not having any other applicants probably helped, though.” She attempted to stare him out, but he refused to look away. “Maybe I’m just the only one who wasn’t scared off by Resector’s reputation.”

“Well, he is a bit of a fearsome old mech,” Hardline agreed, and spent a minute or two quietly taking in her new looks. “Will you need any further augments, or is this the full refit, for now?”

“Done, for now,” she confirmed, and lifted her chin very slightly, as if daring him to say what she suspected he was thinking. “You sound disappointed.”

“No, not at all.” He grinned, and rested his chin briefly on her shoulder. “I like the look, actually.”

She pulled a face, at that.

“Well, why not?” he challenged, amusedly. “Is there something deeply, dramatically wrong with it that I just can’t see?”

“Oh, come on, Hack,” she chided, at last, tiredly, gesturing to her reflection. “Look at me. I’m a great big ugly lump of green. How can you feel anything for this?”

“I could level the same accusation at you,” he replied, with a wan smile. “If just being big is a reason to decide to leave, I’m surprised you didn’t ditch me the instant I got my alt-mode, because I’m even bigger – and a damn sight clumsier – than you’ve ever been.”

She finally averted her gaze. “That wasn’t what I meant,” she apologised, guiltily.

“I know,” he confirmed, tightening his fingers very slightly. “And I’m serious. There’s absolutely nothing at all wrong with how you look.”

“In isolation, maybe…!” she complained. “But you’ve got yourself a whole station full of bright, pretty little femmes, very nearly-”

He laughed. “Hardly-! Most officers are mechs, and-”

“Seriously, Hack,” she interrupted, touching the pads of her fingers over his mouth, quieting him. “What sort of candle do I hold to one of those sprightly little gravity cycles? They’re keen, they’re cheerful, they do what you tell them, and they look good, to boot. They’ll trip over each other to get to you.” She spread her hands, and sighed, softly. “I’m just… big and grumpy and misshapen.”

“Look, Sepp…” He pulled her back against him. “If it’s permissible for you to love me, regardless of my looks… why should it be so different for me? Why am I not allowed to feel the same way about you?”

“Well, just look at me!” she exclaimed. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not that skinny little femme you had pink optics for, any more!”

He placed his large hands over her face, gently. “What you look like does not matter one tiny iota,” he said, softly. “Do I have to go as far as stopping you seeing what you look like, to stop you fretting? I don’t think you’ll find your job very easy if you can’t see!”

She lifted her own hands to cover his. “You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Yes, I’m trying to make you feel better, by telling you the truth,” he soothed. “If you’re having second thoughts about your new career, I can understand it. But please, please don’t think that I’ll see you in any other light to how I’ve seen you since we were in college, just because you’re a bit bigger than you were yesterday. You’re still you, Sepp. And that’s all that matters!”


I've stared at this WAY too long, all the errors have blended into one invisible mush. So yeah, whatever. They're supposed to be looking into a mirror, but I know, it just looks arse. Oh well!

Boinga! I go bed now. *zzz*

NaNoWriMo soon! :D :D :D


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Aug. 20th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC)
Looks fine to me.

And what would he want a fragile little cycle for, if he can have Forceps? I bet Starscream would agree. ;)
Aug. 22nd, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)
Bwahaha, yes. And not just because she'd have found it pretty difficult to peel him up off the streets, back at their first meeting, if she'd been any smaller. ;)
Aug. 24th, 2008 08:38 am (UTC)
Awww. That was cute. I love Sepp so much. She's the best OC I've ever seen.
Aug. 28th, 2008 11:52 am (UTC)
Yay. :D Thanks. :)
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