HOLY CRAP. Such a freaking difficult background--light, pretty, summery. NOT USED TO IT. D:

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I always thought Barricade was quite sexy. And he is. His eyes and headlights are gorgeous.

Kathryn is the perfect one for him, I believe. Impulsive, out of the ordinary. Taking him new places and out of his cold shell. A world of light and beauty...hence the background. >.< Difficult!

Excerpt:

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“Breakfast of champions,” Kathryn was saying, sitting down next to him and opening the paper bag she had been carrying. Then she noticed him staring at his leg. “What?” she said.

Barricade pointed to his leg. “Did you… do this?”

“Uh… yeah,” Kathryn said, obviously unsure of whether this was a good thing. “I know a lot about cars, you know, and it looked like I could fix it, I mean, I could just tell how it was supposed to look, so I started trying to fix it, but that was when you woke up and-”

“Why?” he said.

Kathryn seemed confused by the question. “What?”

“Why did you even think of helping?” Barricade said. “Why didn’t you just run away?”

“You needed help,” Kathryn said, shrugging and unwrapping something that she had taken from the paper bag. “So I helped you.” She took a bite of her food, looking at it thoughtfully.

Barricade watched her with a certain measure of fascination. He’d never observed this particular physiological process before. It seemed an inefficient way of obtaining nutrients, but she was obviously enjoying it.

“Do you need food?” she said after a minute, having noticed him watching her.

“I do not require nourishment,” Barricade said. He watched her eat for another few moments. She was apparently trying to ignore his gaze on her. Finally she turned and looked him in the eye.

“What is it?” she said. “Why are you watching me eat?”

“I... do not understand eating,” Barricade said. “Why are there so many different foods? Would it not make sense to simply formulate one type of food?”

Kathryn grinned. “Thank you, Mr. Spock,” she said under her breath.

“What?”

“Nevermind,” she said. “It would make sense to have just one food, if you didn’t take taste into account. You’d probably have to have taste buds to understand, but people like to eat different tasting things at different times, as the mood strikes them. At the moment, I am in the mood for a breakfast biscuit from McDonald’s.” She smiled and bit into said breakfast biscuit with satisfaction.

Barricade used the time spent by her breakfast to run self-diagnostics. Besides the obvious damage, his communications arrays had been knocked out of alignment, and long-range sensors were completely shot.

Also, horror of horrors, his cannon was broken.

He was finishing his self-diagnostic routines when Kathryn dragged him out of his thoughts yet again. “Back to work,” she said. Barricade noticed that her hair was now restrained by an elastic band.

“What?” he said.

“Back to working on you,” she amended. “I mean, your leg definitely needs more work, right?”

“But why?” Barricade said.

“Well, besides the fact that I kinda owe you one from last night? You’re joining the good guys,” Kathryn said.

Barricade was once again at a loss for words. After all, he’d never exactly said, “Oh by the way, the Autobots are the ones that are nice to humans,” or something. How did she seem to know everything? This femme was starting to creep him out.

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Barricade (c) Hasabro

Kathryn (c) or my