When bunnys attack...
Five year old Sam sat at the kitchen table. He was in trouble again. His Mom sat next to him trying to explain.
“If you want to do something and you aren’t sure whether you’ll get in trouble for it just stop and ask yourself, ‘What would Jesus do?’”
Title: Metal
Author: english_enigma
Characters: Sam, Mikaela, Annabelle Lennox, Jazz, Sideswipe, Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summery: Kids of any species can be troublesome.
Sitting on the top of an Autobot table in the recroom Sam and Mikaela watched Annabelle pulling a smaller bag from her large toy bag before she spilled its contents in front of her. Trying to push the brightly colored letters together into a pile she noticed they gave some resistance. Picking one up she slowly lowered it back to the table, laughing when it pulled away from her to click onto the surface. She looked up.
“It’s sticking!” she told them with a big grin.
“Yup, they’ve got magnets in them and the table’s metal,” Sam told her. Lightly hitting the table with her hand Annabelle seemed to be thinking.
“Metal hurts,” she told everyone.
“It can if you’re not careful,” he agreed.
“Momma says I gotta do what Ironhide says ‘cause he’s metal and I can get hurt by accident if I don’t.” She looked over at Jazz who was leaning back in a chair at the table edge watching the small group with interest. “You metal, Jazz?”
“Yup, but I promise to be real careful so you don’t get hurt, okay?”
“’k,” she said looking more thoughtful than concerned. She stood up and walked over to him causing him to scoot closer to the table edge just in case. She waved him down and he gave her a confused look.
“Come down here,” she told him and waved him down again. Looking confused he lowered himself further towards her and waited.
Click!
Jazz pulled his head back looking at Sam and Mikaela who stared at him with wide eyes for a second before falling to the table surface with laughter.
“Yup, you’re metal.”
Jazz reached up and detached the object from his forehead and turned it to find that it was a bright green letter J.
* * *
Sideswipe entered the recroom bored and looking for entertainment. He quickly found it. Jazz was sharing a table with the three human kids who were covering him with brightly colored objects. Optics bright with awe he walked over.
“What are those?”
“Magnetized letters of our alphabet. They’re usually used on fridges but Jazz is kindly standing in,” Mikaela sniggered.
“Ah...Where do you get them from?” Sideswipe asked in his most casual and innocent tone.
“How many do you want?” Mikaela answered quickly, seeing an opportunity to have the mech owe her.
“Lots!” he replied with a frightening grin.
“I’m sure we can come to an arrangement,” Mikaela grinned.
“I’d just like to remind everyone here that I am not involved in any way with any of this,” Jazz interrupted. “If you could make sure that gets mentioned to Prowl when you’re all caught and being interrogated I’d appreciate it. He never believes me when I tell him.”
“That’s because it’s never true,” Sideswipe reminded him not looking impressed with his plea.
Prowl walked through the doors and stopped at seeing the now colorful Jazz in the company of a suspiciously happy Sideswipe.
Pausing a moment to decide he didn’t want to know that badly, he heard a small voice ring out to him.
“Jazz didn’t do it!” a concerned Annabelle informed him.
As Prowl turn slightly to look at the ‘bot in question Jazz very carefully started banging his head against the table.
Title: Not Just For Fridges
Author: english_enigma
Characters: Optimus, Prowl, Red Alert, Bluestreak
Rating: PG
Warnings: The word boob. Yeah, that's pretty much it...
Summery: This follows 'Metal', the one right above this. Alternate uses for a human game in an attempt to drive certain 'bots crazy. Or just for a laugh, really.
BIG BOSS BOT
Optimus stopped at the door to his office juggling data pads in an attempt to keep from dropping them. Small red and blue letters caught his optic just to the right of the doorway.
‘BIG BOSS BOT’
He smiled a little and shook his head as he walked into the room. He didn’t worry himself about having them removed, these things had a way of being appropriated by passing mechs for other uses.
* * *
The next day Optimus noticed the letters still in place. Looking at them he saw they’d been rearranged.
‘BIG BOOB STS’
He tapped the last S with idle curiosity. It moved. He gently pulled it away from the wall turning it over to see that it had been attached by means of a magnet. Returning it to its previous position he once again shook his head as he entered his office.
* * *
The following day he purposefully checked the lettering and saw it had once again been rearranged.
‘SIT BIB SOG B’
He was puzzling over the new combination when Prowl’s voice piped up from his side.
“I don’t believe I know that language,” he informed Optimus as he studied it.
“I think it’s just random placement made to look like words,” Optimus told him.
“Why would someone create a false communication next to your office door?”
Noticing Prowl beginning a tell tale twitch Optimus quickly diverted his attention to a report someone had failed to fill out correctly. As Prowl headed back to his own office Optimus removed the bright letters from the wall and piled them on his desk for safe keeping. If anyone wanted them back they’d just have to ask for them.
NOTHING OF INTEREST IN HERE
Red Alert noted the access signal was once again going off for the cleaning storage room in corridor C. There was nothing overtly suspicious about mechs accessing that room, there was always something that needed cleaning up, but it was the sheer number of times over the day that the door had been opened. Going back over the visual records for the day he was thoroughly perplexed. Someone would be walking past, clearly intent on a different destination, when they would stop. They would look at the door, open it, peek through the door way and then continue on their way. He was obviously going to have to check this out.
* * *
Standing in front of the storage room door Red Alert saw a message to one side of it.
‘NOTHING OF INTEREST IN HERE’
He’d have to check it out just in case. He cautiously entered the storage room looking for any traps set to trigger by the passing of a mech. After finding everything was as it should be he turned to leave as the door opened to reveal Bluestreak peering in.
“Oh. Hi, Red Alert, I was just walking past and I saw the sign and I thought that was a strange sign to put up ‘cause if there’s nothing there why do you need to tell mechs about it and most of our Earth language signs are closer to the floor so the humans can read it and so I had to have a look and it was right. Not that you’re not interesting ‘cause you can be sometimes like when the Decepticons are attacking or you think the Decepticons are attacking and you set off all the alarms and everyone starts to run around everywhere,” Bluestreak noticed Red Alert’s glare, “and and and okay I’m gonna go now, bye!”
Red Alert never noticed the very discrete camera and mike that was set up to capture everything happening in the doorway.
If anyone has any ideas to carry on with 'Not Just For Fridges' it'd be great to see them in the comments section. Go on, you know you want to. :D
“If you want to do something and you aren’t sure whether you’ll get in trouble for it just stop and ask yourself, ‘What would Jesus do?’”
Title: Metal
Author: english_enigma
Characters: Sam, Mikaela, Annabelle Lennox, Jazz, Sideswipe, Prowl
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summery: Kids of any species can be troublesome.
Sitting on the top of an Autobot table in the recroom Sam and Mikaela watched Annabelle pulling a smaller bag from her large toy bag before she spilled its contents in front of her. Trying to push the brightly colored letters together into a pile she noticed they gave some resistance. Picking one up she slowly lowered it back to the table, laughing when it pulled away from her to click onto the surface. She looked up.
“It’s sticking!” she told them with a big grin.
“Yup, they’ve got magnets in them and the table’s metal,” Sam told her. Lightly hitting the table with her hand Annabelle seemed to be thinking.
“Metal hurts,” she told everyone.
“It can if you’re not careful,” he agreed.
“Momma says I gotta do what Ironhide says ‘cause he’s metal and I can get hurt by accident if I don’t.” She looked over at Jazz who was leaning back in a chair at the table edge watching the small group with interest. “You metal, Jazz?”
“Yup, but I promise to be real careful so you don’t get hurt, okay?”
“’k,” she said looking more thoughtful than concerned. She stood up and walked over to him causing him to scoot closer to the table edge just in case. She waved him down and he gave her a confused look.
“Come down here,” she told him and waved him down again. Looking confused he lowered himself further towards her and waited.
Click!
Jazz pulled his head back looking at Sam and Mikaela who stared at him with wide eyes for a second before falling to the table surface with laughter.
“Yup, you’re metal.”
Jazz reached up and detached the object from his forehead and turned it to find that it was a bright green letter J.
* * *
Sideswipe entered the recroom bored and looking for entertainment. He quickly found it. Jazz was sharing a table with the three human kids who were covering him with brightly colored objects. Optics bright with awe he walked over.
“What are those?”
“Magnetized letters of our alphabet. They’re usually used on fridges but Jazz is kindly standing in,” Mikaela sniggered.
“Ah...Where do you get them from?” Sideswipe asked in his most casual and innocent tone.
“How many do you want?” Mikaela answered quickly, seeing an opportunity to have the mech owe her.
“Lots!” he replied with a frightening grin.
“I’m sure we can come to an arrangement,” Mikaela grinned.
“I’d just like to remind everyone here that I am not involved in any way with any of this,” Jazz interrupted. “If you could make sure that gets mentioned to Prowl when you’re all caught and being interrogated I’d appreciate it. He never believes me when I tell him.”
“That’s because it’s never true,” Sideswipe reminded him not looking impressed with his plea.
Prowl walked through the doors and stopped at seeing the now colorful Jazz in the company of a suspiciously happy Sideswipe.
Pausing a moment to decide he didn’t want to know that badly, he heard a small voice ring out to him.
“Jazz didn’t do it!” a concerned Annabelle informed him.
As Prowl turn slightly to look at the ‘bot in question Jazz very carefully started banging his head against the table.
Title: Not Just For Fridges
Author: english_enigma
Characters: Optimus, Prowl, Red Alert, Bluestreak
Rating: PG
Warnings: The word boob. Yeah, that's pretty much it...
Summery: This follows 'Metal', the one right above this. Alternate uses for a human game in an attempt to drive certain 'bots crazy. Or just for a laugh, really.
BIG BOSS BOT
Optimus stopped at the door to his office juggling data pads in an attempt to keep from dropping them. Small red and blue letters caught his optic just to the right of the doorway.
‘BIG BOSS BOT’
He smiled a little and shook his head as he walked into the room. He didn’t worry himself about having them removed, these things had a way of being appropriated by passing mechs for other uses.
* * *
The next day Optimus noticed the letters still in place. Looking at them he saw they’d been rearranged.
‘BIG BOOB STS’
He tapped the last S with idle curiosity. It moved. He gently pulled it away from the wall turning it over to see that it had been attached by means of a magnet. Returning it to its previous position he once again shook his head as he entered his office.
* * *
The following day he purposefully checked the lettering and saw it had once again been rearranged.
‘SIT BIB SOG B’
He was puzzling over the new combination when Prowl’s voice piped up from his side.
“I don’t believe I know that language,” he informed Optimus as he studied it.
“I think it’s just random placement made to look like words,” Optimus told him.
“Why would someone create a false communication next to your office door?”
Noticing Prowl beginning a tell tale twitch Optimus quickly diverted his attention to a report someone had failed to fill out correctly. As Prowl headed back to his own office Optimus removed the bright letters from the wall and piled them on his desk for safe keeping. If anyone wanted them back they’d just have to ask for them.
NOTHING OF INTEREST IN HERE
Red Alert noted the access signal was once again going off for the cleaning storage room in corridor C. There was nothing overtly suspicious about mechs accessing that room, there was always something that needed cleaning up, but it was the sheer number of times over the day that the door had been opened. Going back over the visual records for the day he was thoroughly perplexed. Someone would be walking past, clearly intent on a different destination, when they would stop. They would look at the door, open it, peek through the door way and then continue on their way. He was obviously going to have to check this out.
* * *
Standing in front of the storage room door Red Alert saw a message to one side of it.
‘NOTHING OF INTEREST IN HERE’
He’d have to check it out just in case. He cautiously entered the storage room looking for any traps set to trigger by the passing of a mech. After finding everything was as it should be he turned to leave as the door opened to reveal Bluestreak peering in.
“Oh. Hi, Red Alert, I was just walking past and I saw the sign and I thought that was a strange sign to put up ‘cause if there’s nothing there why do you need to tell mechs about it and most of our Earth language signs are closer to the floor so the humans can read it and so I had to have a look and it was right. Not that you’re not interesting ‘cause you can be sometimes like when the Decepticons are attacking or you think the Decepticons are attacking and you set off all the alarms and everyone starts to run around everywhere,” Bluestreak noticed Red Alert’s glare, “and and and okay I’m gonna go now, bye!”
Red Alert never noticed the very discrete camera and mike that was set up to capture everything happening in the doorway.
If anyone has any ideas to carry on with 'Not Just For Fridges' it'd be great to see them in the comments section. Go on, you know you want to. :D