wildernesstales | TF (OC): Tracking on Through (Reply)

Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Hound shows Tracer a little more of Earth’s variety and she actually enjoys a thunderstorm.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the 28s Meme - find the claim page here! This is Excited, requested by mmouse15. Yeah, totally wasn’t expecting Tracer to go dancing in the rain. Information on fulgurites can be found here.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

“What have you got there?” Tracer practically bounced towards Hound as the scout stepped into the rec room, hands closed around something evidently small and fragile. Hound had taken to bringing things back from his patrols to show Tracer when she wasn’t able to get out herself. Hound waited until he’d reached a table and sat down, an eager Tracer following him before he opened his hands to show her.
The object in question was small, even compared to humans. Only a few centimeters long, it was grey and cylindrical.
“What is it?” Tracer asked, thoroughly confused.
“Man, you got a fulgurite?” She heard Beachcomber drawl, not taking her optics off the object in Hound’s hand.
“Found it after the storms last week. Thought Tracer might be interested.”
“What is it?” Tracer asked again.
“Fulgurite. Petrified lightning.” Beachcomber grinned and took a seat next to her.
“What?”
“Beachcomber’s right. That’s what the humans call it. It’s formed when lightning hits sand. Practically melts it into this.” He held up the object, light just glinting off its surface. Tracer found herself equal parts amused and afraid.
“But storms are dangerous.” She murmured, still not having gotten used to earth and the fact that the rain here wasn’t acidic enough to harm them.
“Not here they’re not.” Hound reminded her. “Next storm, we’ll take you out and show you.” At Tracer’s hesitant look, Hound just grinned. “Look, we’ll even drag ‘Breaker along for his forcefield.” Trailbreak looked up at the mention of his name.
“Fine. I’ll come.” His smile softened his words. He could never refuse Hound.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next storm appeared on the horizon a few days later, grey clouds rolling, rain pouring down. The first flash of lightning revealed the Autobots covered by Trailbreaker’s forcefield. Hound and Tracer were standing in front of him; the Minibot staring up at the sky with wonder.
“It’s so beautiful.” She murmured.
“It is. And unlike Cybertron, we can actually enjoy the sights.” Tracer just nodded, amazed at the play of lightning across the clouds. Hound had tried to given her the scientific explanation of it, but neither of them were scientists, so they merely left it as ‘it looks good’. Not that the science mattered, Tracer was entranced. Each crack of lightning accompanied by a clap of thunder, the sound of the lightning. Never before had she been able to witness this.

Without warning, Trailbreaker dropped his forcefield and Tracer squealed as the first drops of rain hit her chassis. Automatically, she looked for a place to hide before her systems registered that the rain wasn’t actually causing her any harm.
“Told you it wouldn’t hurt.” Hound smiled at her. Tracer just grinned, stepping away from him and holding her arms out, letting the rain hit her frame. Laughing, she spun around before grabbing hold of Hound’s hands and pulling him away from Trailbreaker. Trailbreaker just shook his head and laughed as they danced in the rain.