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That Ol’ Black Magick - Ch.3: Unwillingly Saved By the Midnight Cowboy
Title: That Ol’ Black Magick
Sub-Title: Ch.3: Unwillingly Saved By the Midnight Cowboy
Fandom: Transformers G1
Character: Dirge, Sunstorm, Skywarp and Nightfire
Prompt: Black
Word Count: 439
Rating: PG13
Summery: What happens when a lonely Decepticon femme casts a black magick love spell to lure a Seeker to her?
Author’s Notes: The word magick is not misspelled; it’s the way most true practitioners of paganism spell the word to distinguish it from stage magic which is spelled with out the K at the end.
Disclaimer: I do not own Skywarp, Dirge, Sunstorm, Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Megatron, or the Decepticons; they are all owned by Hasbro. I do own Nightfire.
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Standing between two Seekers with no means of escape; Nightfire tightly closed her optics.
Feeling someone grab her and quickly let her go, Nightfire opened her optics to see that she was in another room. That’s when her rescuer spoke up.
“Don’t worry, Nightfire. You’re safe now.”
Turning around, she saw her rescuer. It was Skywarp.
Not to sure what to do next, Nightfire smiled warily at the black, purple and what Seeker, with her finger twittering nervously in her hands as she whispered, “Thank you.”
He looked at her warmly and with a polite, Skywarp asked her, “What where Dirge and Sunstorm planning on doing with you in there?”
“They wanted to use me as a sexual sacrifice.” She quietly mumbled to him, as he was still a bit on the wary side on what Skywarp was going to do next.
“Oh, I see.” Replied Skywarp as he walked up to the energon dispenser and grabbed a couple of cubes.
Walking to her, Skywarp handed her a cube and leaned against his recharge bed. “It looks like I got there just in time to save you then.”
Taking a sip of her cube, she and said, “I feel like I ought’ a reward you for saving me.”
Walking back up to her and taking her cube and placing it on a near by table, Skywarp then lecherously replied as he walked with protease grace toward her. “Oh, I might have an idea on how you might be able to reward me. If you know what I mean.”
There was only one thing she could think of and that was run. As she dashed to the door, she quickly opened it and ran across the hall to her quarters, with Skywarp trailing not to far behind. Opening her door and shutting it; Nightfire programmed the door to her room to lock and instated the room force field so that Skywarp couldn’t teleport in.
Leaning next to the door, Nightfire sighed as she sunk down to the floor with a bump. She was save. There was no way on Chaar’s rusty service that any Seeker could get in there. Then crawling on her hands and knees and scuttled to the large pile of data pads and books that held all the things on magick she was studying. As Nightfire rummaged through the piles, she noticed that the book with the love spell she cast was missing.
“Now where in the nine hells did it go!” she screamed in frustration as she kept searching though the piles upon piles of books
That’s when somebody asked her, “Are you looking for this?”
TO BE CONTINUED