Windows
For the party, I bring you - more Windows, whut? O.o These are actually movieverse snippets, instead of G1 like the first set of Windows was. The second one is utter CRACK. Energon cookies to whoever recognizes the inspiration for it.
Editted very lightly. Probably lots of errors. Feel free to point them out so I can kick myself.
Title: Windows, pt. 2
Characters: Ironhide, Ratchet, Barricade, Jazz, Mikaela, Optimus
Rating: T
Setting: 2007 movieverse
Notes: Previous 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Ratchet / Ironhide / cute
There were some things in life, Ironhide mused, that were worth dying for. And this was certainly one of them. Quietly stepping closer to the unconcious Ratchet, he wondered how long it was going to take before his visits to the med bay stopped hurting, or shorting out his audios. As he raised the Transformer-sized camera, however, he knew it was worth it. Because there would be nothing quite so satisfactory as proving to Sam, with a photo, that Ratchet could, in fact, look cute...
...even if it was only after he'd exhausted himself into a nice deep recharge.
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Prompt: Ironhide / Barricade / defiant
"Come on you old rust bucket, I'll rip your spark out!" Barricade sneered, and Ironhide paused, turning to look at the Decepticon with slight disbelief.
"Right." he said, disbelieving.
"You think this will stop me?" Barricade snapped, motioning to his injury, and Ironhide gave him a look that clearly said 'well, DUH!'. "Get over here and I'll show you how much it won't!"
"Sure, that's a real incentive for me to come over there." Ironhide said with a grunt, but he couldn't help but turn to face the Decepticon consideringly. Prime had ordered him to withdraw, but he was wondering if he could count Barricade's insistance that he come back and fight him as resistance to his withdrawal. Then again, he had just reported that he'd disabled Barricade, even if the other mech didn't seem to agree with him.
"You're just afraid - afraid because you know the truth. You can never win, the Decepticons will destroy you Autobots! You might as well surrender while you still have a chance!" Barricade sneered.
"The Decepticons? Win?" Ironhide said incredulously. "I think I hit yer head a little too hard."
"Just because you won't admit it doesn't mean it isn't true!" Barricade spat, and Ironhide gave the Decepticon and incredulous look before stepped forward, putting himself face-to-face with the Decepticon.
"Look ya fraggin' pile'a rusted scrap, you Decepti-creeps are never gonna win the war. An' ya wanna know why?" Ironhide demanded, and Barricade looked ready to object, but the bigger black mech spoke right over him. "Yer leader's dead, the Allspark is gone, th'half'a ya that follow yer second-in-command only do so cuz they're terrified of yer third-in-command, the next mech after than in yer command structure has gone insane with grief over the death of one of his symbiotes, an' most importantly, yer the only Con currently fighting and yer slagging stuck ankle-deep in fast-drying cement with one arm missing and the other disabled!"
"And I'll win the war by myself if I have to!" Barricade snapped back. Ironhide stepped back and gave the Decepticon a weary look as he began ranting about how he'd tear Ironhide and the other Autobots apart. Ironhide couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that he could get away with calling it a mercy killing if he just shot the insane fragger right now. It was doubtful, though, since Ratchet was already blaming Ironhide's last battle with the Con for his current insane behavior.
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Prompt: Mikaela Banes / Barricade / finally
It was seemless and unexpected, giving Mikaela no warning of what was about to happen. She'd been out at a party, and lost track of time. When she finally realized she needed to get home, Mikaela had discovered that her ride had left without her. There was no one else she could phone for a ride, and she didn't have the money for a cab, so she had decided to walk. It wouldn't be the first time, and she always kept a small can of pepperspray on her, anyways. So she'd headed out, walking, when a police car had pulled up beside her. She'd been terrified for a moment, thinking it was Barricade, but not only was a concerned female officer looking at her from the driver's seat, but the slogan on the car clearly said 'to protect and serve'.
The police officer had been nice, saying it wasn't safe for young women to be out in this part of time at this time of night, and Mikaela had shrugged, saying she'd walked before and was prepared. The officer had hesitated only a moment before asking where she lived, and when Mikaela answered, she claimed it was on her patrol route and she'd give Mikaela a ride. It was Mikaela's turn to hesitate - but not only was it not Barricade, but it was a female police officer, and really, those stories about cops gone bad were more of a one-time thing. So she'd gotten in willingly and strapped in.
As soon as the car had burned rubber as it took off, Mikaela knew she'd made a mistake, and couldn't help but scream as she looked over at the 'female' driver just in time to see them shimmer, transforming into the creepy male hologram most Decepticons sported. The hologram turned and grinned at her, and a gravelly voice issued from the speakers.
"I've been waiting for the Autobots to let their guard down."
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Prompt: Ratchet / Jazz / grudge
It was inevitable that Ratchet died eventually - without the Allspark, it was inevitable for all Cybertronians. Still, it took the medic a few thousand human solar cycles to get himself slagged. Appropriately, it was from a cave-in while he was attempting to aide in search and rescue opperations after a freak earthquake had trapped several spelunkers. It was a decent way to go, for a medic, and while he wasn't too pleased about the whole fact that he was, y'know, dead, he couldn't have picked a better way to go. Well, ok, the best way he'd ever heard to go, period, was in the middle of interfacing, but that tended to have the nasty side-affect of taking someone else with you. Besides that, it was a pretty good way to go.
And as sad as he was to die, Ratchet couldn't help but think of the bright side - think of all the mechs, long gone, that he'd get to see again. His old tutors, friends from before the war...and friends lost during the war. It would be nice, he decided as he felt himself drift away, leaving his grey, sparkless corpse behind, to see them again. Or...feel them or whatever. He wasn't quite sure what to expect in the matrix, but he was vaguely looking forward to it, now that he had to go.
Of course, as he regained some semblance of coherency and conciousness and realized who, out of all the many mechs he'd known and lost, was waiting for him, Ratchet rethought that descision.
"You!" Ratchet hissed, and the silver form before him grinned back.
"Heya Ratch! Welcome t'the matrix!" Jazz replied.
"I'm going to kill you again." Ratchet said, glaring at the silver mech as he stalked slowly towards him.
"Hey now, why would ya want t'do that?" Jazz asked brightly.
"Because you went and died on me! No, wait, you went and sacrificed yourself, without letting me stick around to fix you. 'Go get the humans to safety', you said. If I'd slagging known you were going to do something as idiotic as take on Megatron by your Primus-slagged self I would've knocked you out right there!" Ratchet barked in reply, and Jazz actually flinched as the medic continued to rant about the sheer stupidity of Jazz's actions that had gotten him killed. The medic was only interupted when he felt a nudge at his side, and he spun to glare at whoever dared interupt his rant.
"Are you going to be done anytime soon? We have a poker game going and Jazz has the cards." Megatron said blandly.
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Prompt: Ratchet / Optimus Prime / traitor
"- oh and the President wants to talk to you as soon as possible about a permanent treaty between the Autobots and America, or earth, whichever." Captain Lennox finished rattling off all the various governmental messages he'd been instructed to deliver to the Autobot leader. Optimus just stared at the captain, unable to believe the sheer amount of beaurocracy he was about to be thrust into. He really, really didn't want to have to deal with politicians again - that had been the nice thing about their war. The politicians had been the first to go, because they'd had no place in the war. So Optimus hadn't had to deal with one in a very, very long time, and would much rather he never had to deal with one ever again. Unfortunately, however, the best he could do at this point was procrastinate.
"Ah - of course, I'll start contacting everyone as soon as I'm cleared for active duty by Ratchet." Optimus said, counting himself lucky that he'd been in the hanger set up as a make-shift med bay, visiting Bumblebee, when Lennox had arrived.
"You were cleared yesterday, Optimus." Ratchet spoke up from the other side of the hanger, where he'd remained silent until now. Optimus glared at the medic's back while Lennox grinned in understanding.
Editted very lightly. Probably lots of errors. Feel free to point them out so I can kick myself.
Title: Windows, pt. 2
Characters: Ironhide, Ratchet, Barricade, Jazz, Mikaela, Optimus
Rating: T
Setting: 2007 movieverse
Notes: Previous 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Ratchet / Ironhide / cute
There were some things in life, Ironhide mused, that were worth dying for. And this was certainly one of them. Quietly stepping closer to the unconcious Ratchet, he wondered how long it was going to take before his visits to the med bay stopped hurting, or shorting out his audios. As he raised the Transformer-sized camera, however, he knew it was worth it. Because there would be nothing quite so satisfactory as proving to Sam, with a photo, that Ratchet could, in fact, look cute...
...even if it was only after he'd exhausted himself into a nice deep recharge.
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Prompt: Ironhide / Barricade / defiant
"Come on you old rust bucket, I'll rip your spark out!" Barricade sneered, and Ironhide paused, turning to look at the Decepticon with slight disbelief.
"Right." he said, disbelieving.
"You think this will stop me?" Barricade snapped, motioning to his injury, and Ironhide gave him a look that clearly said 'well, DUH!'. "Get over here and I'll show you how much it won't!"
"Sure, that's a real incentive for me to come over there." Ironhide said with a grunt, but he couldn't help but turn to face the Decepticon consideringly. Prime had ordered him to withdraw, but he was wondering if he could count Barricade's insistance that he come back and fight him as resistance to his withdrawal. Then again, he had just reported that he'd disabled Barricade, even if the other mech didn't seem to agree with him.
"You're just afraid - afraid because you know the truth. You can never win, the Decepticons will destroy you Autobots! You might as well surrender while you still have a chance!" Barricade sneered.
"The Decepticons? Win?" Ironhide said incredulously. "I think I hit yer head a little too hard."
"Just because you won't admit it doesn't mean it isn't true!" Barricade spat, and Ironhide gave the Decepticon and incredulous look before stepped forward, putting himself face-to-face with the Decepticon.
"Look ya fraggin' pile'a rusted scrap, you Decepti-creeps are never gonna win the war. An' ya wanna know why?" Ironhide demanded, and Barricade looked ready to object, but the bigger black mech spoke right over him. "Yer leader's dead, the Allspark is gone, th'half'a ya that follow yer second-in-command only do so cuz they're terrified of yer third-in-command, the next mech after than in yer command structure has gone insane with grief over the death of one of his symbiotes, an' most importantly, yer the only Con currently fighting and yer slagging stuck ankle-deep in fast-drying cement with one arm missing and the other disabled!"
"And I'll win the war by myself if I have to!" Barricade snapped back. Ironhide stepped back and gave the Decepticon a weary look as he began ranting about how he'd tear Ironhide and the other Autobots apart. Ironhide couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that he could get away with calling it a mercy killing if he just shot the insane fragger right now. It was doubtful, though, since Ratchet was already blaming Ironhide's last battle with the Con for his current insane behavior.
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Prompt: Mikaela Banes / Barricade / finally
It was seemless and unexpected, giving Mikaela no warning of what was about to happen. She'd been out at a party, and lost track of time. When she finally realized she needed to get home, Mikaela had discovered that her ride had left without her. There was no one else she could phone for a ride, and she didn't have the money for a cab, so she had decided to walk. It wouldn't be the first time, and she always kept a small can of pepperspray on her, anyways. So she'd headed out, walking, when a police car had pulled up beside her. She'd been terrified for a moment, thinking it was Barricade, but not only was a concerned female officer looking at her from the driver's seat, but the slogan on the car clearly said 'to protect and serve'.
The police officer had been nice, saying it wasn't safe for young women to be out in this part of time at this time of night, and Mikaela had shrugged, saying she'd walked before and was prepared. The officer had hesitated only a moment before asking where she lived, and when Mikaela answered, she claimed it was on her patrol route and she'd give Mikaela a ride. It was Mikaela's turn to hesitate - but not only was it not Barricade, but it was a female police officer, and really, those stories about cops gone bad were more of a one-time thing. So she'd gotten in willingly and strapped in.
As soon as the car had burned rubber as it took off, Mikaela knew she'd made a mistake, and couldn't help but scream as she looked over at the 'female' driver just in time to see them shimmer, transforming into the creepy male hologram most Decepticons sported. The hologram turned and grinned at her, and a gravelly voice issued from the speakers.
"I've been waiting for the Autobots to let their guard down."
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Prompt: Ratchet / Jazz / grudge
It was inevitable that Ratchet died eventually - without the Allspark, it was inevitable for all Cybertronians. Still, it took the medic a few thousand human solar cycles to get himself slagged. Appropriately, it was from a cave-in while he was attempting to aide in search and rescue opperations after a freak earthquake had trapped several spelunkers. It was a decent way to go, for a medic, and while he wasn't too pleased about the whole fact that he was, y'know, dead, he couldn't have picked a better way to go. Well, ok, the best way he'd ever heard to go, period, was in the middle of interfacing, but that tended to have the nasty side-affect of taking someone else with you. Besides that, it was a pretty good way to go.
And as sad as he was to die, Ratchet couldn't help but think of the bright side - think of all the mechs, long gone, that he'd get to see again. His old tutors, friends from before the war...and friends lost during the war. It would be nice, he decided as he felt himself drift away, leaving his grey, sparkless corpse behind, to see them again. Or...feel them or whatever. He wasn't quite sure what to expect in the matrix, but he was vaguely looking forward to it, now that he had to go.
Of course, as he regained some semblance of coherency and conciousness and realized who, out of all the many mechs he'd known and lost, was waiting for him, Ratchet rethought that descision.
"You!" Ratchet hissed, and the silver form before him grinned back.
"Heya Ratch! Welcome t'the matrix!" Jazz replied.
"I'm going to kill you again." Ratchet said, glaring at the silver mech as he stalked slowly towards him.
"Hey now, why would ya want t'do that?" Jazz asked brightly.
"Because you went and died on me! No, wait, you went and sacrificed yourself, without letting me stick around to fix you. 'Go get the humans to safety', you said. If I'd slagging known you were going to do something as idiotic as take on Megatron by your Primus-slagged self I would've knocked you out right there!" Ratchet barked in reply, and Jazz actually flinched as the medic continued to rant about the sheer stupidity of Jazz's actions that had gotten him killed. The medic was only interupted when he felt a nudge at his side, and he spun to glare at whoever dared interupt his rant.
"Are you going to be done anytime soon? We have a poker game going and Jazz has the cards." Megatron said blandly.
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Prompt: Ratchet / Optimus Prime / traitor
"- oh and the President wants to talk to you as soon as possible about a permanent treaty between the Autobots and America, or earth, whichever." Captain Lennox finished rattling off all the various governmental messages he'd been instructed to deliver to the Autobot leader. Optimus just stared at the captain, unable to believe the sheer amount of beaurocracy he was about to be thrust into. He really, really didn't want to have to deal with politicians again - that had been the nice thing about their war. The politicians had been the first to go, because they'd had no place in the war. So Optimus hadn't had to deal with one in a very, very long time, and would much rather he never had to deal with one ever again. Unfortunately, however, the best he could do at this point was procrastinate.
"Ah - of course, I'll start contacting everyone as soon as I'm cleared for active duty by Ratchet." Optimus said, counting himself lucky that he'd been in the hanger set up as a make-shift med bay, visiting Bumblebee, when Lennox had arrived.
"You were cleared yesterday, Optimus." Ratchet spoke up from the other side of the hanger, where he'd remained silent until now. Optimus glared at the medic's back while Lennox grinned in understanding.