Speedwriting Fills
Title: Defection
Rating: K
Continuity: Any
Characters: Optimus Prime, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, ??
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 1. The good man is the friend of all living things. ~Mahatma Gandhi
The mech was slammed down in front of the Prime, his knee armor denting with the force of his impact. Hissing, his vents cycled another stuttering draft of air as he looked up at the Leader of the Autobots. One optic cycled repeatedly as it tried to focus through the shattered lens. A thin trickle of energon ran from the corner of his dented lips. In front of the massive Prime, his small frame looked miniscule.
“What is the meaning of this?” Optimus Prime demanded as he rose from his seat in the Rec Room.
“Decepticon,” Sideswipe snarled, tightening his grip on the mech's arm.
“Found him snooping around outside the front gate,” Sunstreaker added, resettling his gun in his grip.
“I wasn't-”
A loud clang silenced the mech as Sunstreaker backhanded him. “Mute it, 'Con scum.”
The Prime raised his hand, waving the Twins back. They went, reluctantly. “Did he fight, Sunstreaker?” he asked.
“No, but-”
“Did he resist capture?”
“No, but-”
“Is there any reason at all for you to treat him as such?”
Sunstreaker glared defiantly back. “He's a 'Con.”
“And that gives you the right to hit him? He is an unarmed prisoner who surrendered willingly.”
“But-”
“Sunstreaker.”
The yellow mech stopped protesting and looked down.
Optimus turned to the Decepticon and regarded him for a long moment. The mech stared back, face impassive, vents stuttering only slightly as a broken fan hitched against something.
“You surrendered,” the Prime said, somehow making it a statement and a question at the same time.
“Yes,” the mech said without pause.
Raising an optic ridge, the Leader of the Autobots regarded the mech for another long moment. “I am curious as to why.”
“Why don't you just ask?” the mech replied, face finally revealing some emotion as the barest traces of a smirk spread over his lips.
“Very well. Why did you surrender?”
Shrugging, the mech tilted his helm to the side and let his smirk fade. “The Decepticons have changed. Megatron has changed. What he once fought for, he now fights against. Better to be captured and... well, I thought it'd be better to get what information I have to you, whatever way possible, and if that means my deactivation, then so be it. I have always been fighting for freedom. For equality. I won't stop now, even if my leader... former leader... has turned against everything he once stood for.”
“Quite a speech.”
“I've had a long time to think about it.”
There was a breem of silence before someone dared to break it.
“You aren't seriously thinking about accepting him into the Autobots, are you Prime?” Sideswipe asked, incredulous.
“I am.”
“Why? He's a 'Con! We have no reason to trust him!”
“A good mech is the friend of all living things,” the Prime murmured quietly, then turned to the Twins, who were still standing guard over the Decepticon. “All mechs deserve a chance. And what he says is true. Megatron did once fight for freedom. He does no longer.”
The two frontliners stared for a long moment, then exchanged a glance. “Fine, Prime,” Sideswipe grumbled. “But we'll be watching him.”
“I would expect no less,” he said before turning back to the small mech in front of him. “You have expressed an interest in joining the Autobots.”
“More than an interest, Prime.”
“Very well. Go to the Med Bay and have Ratchet give you an Autobot symbol.”
“Thank you, Prime.”
“What is your name, Autobot?”
Slowly, the mech stood and cycled his vents. “I am Bumblebee.”
Title: Powers
Rating: K
Continuity: AU Movieverse
Characters: Simmons, Sam
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 2. Scenario: a character develops a superpower
Sam stared for a long time. Simmons stared back.
“So, what do they mean, you're the AllSpark?” the boy finally asked, frowning.
“Exactly what they said,” the man said, then nodded. “I'm the AllSpark.”
“But... What does that mean?”
Simmons shrugged. “How do I know? They don't tell me all that much. I just know that I can do what the Cube did.”
“Which is...?”
Simmons rolled his eyes and took a long step forward. Sam made to back up, but the former agent took a good hold on his shirt with one hand. His other hand grabbed for the boy's pocket, and a moment later pulled away, phone in a tight grip.
“Hey!” Sam protested as the man pushed him away. “That's my phone!”
“No duh.”
Then there was a flash, and the phone sprang apart in a flurry of moving pieces. Sam shouted again as Simmons held out the little sparkling.
“This is what I can do now,” he said, smirking. “Here's your sparkling.”
He dumped the phone in Sam's scrambling grasp and walked away.
Sam, behind him, yelped as sharp claws pricked at his hands. Then the former agent's words registered. “'Sparkling'?!”
Title: Dimensional Travel
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Roger Rabbit, Eddie Valiant
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 3. Challenge: pick two characters and a movie. Your characters are watching that movie. But something went wrong and now they're stuck inside the movie. What happens?
Movie: Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
“What the frag just happened?” Sunstreaker snarled as he lifted himself off the ground.
Sideswipe moaned next to him. “No idea, but my helm hurts, Sunny.”
“Don't call me that!” the yellow Twin growled.
“Whoooooaaaaa,” a high-pitched, squeaky voice interrupted. “I've never seen Toons like you before! Where'd you come from?”
A white rabbit wearing baggy, red overalls jumped in front of them. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stared.
“Hey! Eddie!” the rabbit called. “You ever seen anytoon like this before?”
A slightly portly man peeked around a set of crates. “No, I haven't.”
“Sunny?” Sideswipe started, eying the human. “Um... Is this... I think... Are we...?”
Sunstreaker closed his optics and cycled a long draft of air through his vents. “I think so. Doesn't make any sense, but I think so.”
“Are you what?” the rabbit asked, blinking up at them with wide, blue eyes.
“In your world. See, we're from a different world, where, well, there aren't any Toons, except for on TV.”
The rabbit and the human stared at him for a moment before they burst into laughter. “Imagine!” the rabbit cackled, the laughter making his squeaky words even harder to decipher. “A world without Toons!”
“Well, wouldn't be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “Anyways. How'd you end up here?”
Sideswipe shrugged. “Dunno. We watched your movie last night, and today, during the battle, Megatron whipped out his most recent Weapon of Doom, and there was a bright flash, and here we are,” the red Twin said, smirk slowly spreading across his face.
“That is how it usually happens,” Sunstreaker said, venting heavily as he pushed himself to his feet.
“You mean this's happened before?” the portly human said, blinking rapidly.
“Yep. Well, we haven't come here before, but all of us have been zapped somewhere strange at one point or another.” Sideswipe shrugged. “Anyways, we always get back. Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Skyfire'll figure it out soon, and we'll be back home before you know it!”
Sunstreaker rolled his optics. “Right. You'd think it were scripted, how regularly it happens.”
“Yeah, well, you never know,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “Well, as long as you're here, you might as well have some fun.”
A wicked gleam filled Sideswipe's optics. “Well, if we are where I think we are, I think we're going to have a lot of fun.”
Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge, and Sideswipe snickered again.
“Take a look around, bro. Acme everywhere. You remember some of the stuff that was in here, right?”
A low groan filled the room as Sunstreaker slapped a palm over his face. “You have fun, Sides, and leave me out of it. I don't want any part in this.”
“Fine, fine,” the red Twin sighed, then gleefully skipped over to the nearest set of boxes. After a moment, he turned around, a tiny, orangish object in his hands. “Sunny! Extendable hammers!”
Sunstreaker just vented again and sat down, leaning against the wall.
“Ooh! Portable holes! Ha! Squeaky shoes! Wow! Anvil! A ten ton anvil! Isn't this exciting, Sunny?”
“Don't call me that.”
Sideswipe mimed his brother for a moment, rolling his optics and flapping his hand next to his helm. “Whatever. Hey, Eddie, right? Mind if I keep some of this stuff?”
The human shrugged. “Go ahead. None of it's been sorted or cataloged yet, so as long as I don't see it, it didn't happen.”
Sideswipe smiled at him for a second before turning back to his brother. “I like this guy,” he said. “When they figure out how to get us back, can we take him with us?”
“No, Sides.”
“Aw. Come here and help me decide what to keep.”
Venting heavily, the yellow Twin pushed himself to his feet and walked over to his brother.
After stuffing their subspaces with all manner of Acme products, the two bots went and sat down against the wall. Eddie came in a some time later and sat down next to Sideswipe.
“Well, Roger is off with Jessica, and I’ve got the night to myself. I was just curious, you said someone'd be able to get you back?”
The red Twin nodded. “Yup. Like I said, this happens with alarming regularity. I doubt we'll still be here in a week. Though I have been wrong before, and there are worse universes to land yourself in.” The last sentence was said with a happy twinkle in his optics and a warm smile.
“Agreed,” the human said, nodding. “Well, I mean, I’ve never been transported to a different dimension, but I'd imagine that there are worse places to go.”
“There are,” Sunstreaker said, venting heavily and closing his optics. “Trust me. We've been to some of them.”
There was a loud crack, and a bright light flashed through the warehouse.
“What was that?” Eddie shouted, jumping to his feet.
Sideswipe and Suntreaker also rose to their feet, and Sideswipe chuckled. “That, my friend, is most likely our ride home. Now, to find... Ah!”
A crate rattled, then tumbled from its position on the top of a large stack. A muffled, “What?” could be heard, and the Twins exchanged grins.
“Wheeljack!” Sideswipe called as a helm was stuck through a dark hole in the air.
Audial indicators flashed happily in place of the masked grin. “Sideswipe! Sunstreaker! There you are!”
The Twins grinned, then glanced back. “Well, Eddie,” the red half of them said as he knelt down and held his hand out. “Looks like this is goodbye. Thanks, and it was nice meeting you!”
The man shook the offered finger and grinned back. “Of course. It was nice meeting you two, too,” he said, and smiled as he took a long breath. “Well, you'd better be getting back home.”
“Yup,” Sideswipe agreed, standing. “Let's go, Sunny.”
The last thing Eddie heard as the two climbed through the hole was a grumpy, growled, “Don't call me that.”
Title: Dawn
Rating: K
Continuity: Any
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 4. Setting: An uncomfortable place at dawn
There was sand in his gears. It ground into him with every little movement.
Dew was coating his armor, chilling him. He was, like all of his species, built for subzero temperatures. But that didn't mean the wet coldness was not uncomfortable. It was incredibly annoying.
And there was a crab climbing into his pede. Perfect.
This was definitely not the best morning he'd had.
Though, all things considered, it probably wasn't the worst, either.
“Mmmm...” Jazz hummed as he snuggled closer into Prowl's side. Prowl glanced down, faint frown melting into a loving smile.
Yes, it definitely could have been worse.
Title: Already Ended
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Optimus Prime, Megatron
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 5. Death
::It's time, Jazz,:: Prowl commed.
A silence stretched between them before Jazz answered. ::Okay, then. All's ready.::
Prowl sent back an affirmative.
Explosions rattled the battlefield. Mechs from both sides fell to the ground. Optimus and Megatron, who had been grappling together, collapsed in a tangle of limbs. The Seekers were shot down with deadly accuracy, acid pellets burning through their wings.
“What the frag?” someone shouted.
“WHO SET THOSE CHARGES?” Megatron roared.
“Ah did,” Jazz answered, striding from the smoke that stained the air of the battlefield.
“Jazz?” Optimus asked, glancing quizzically at his Third as he untangled himself from his nemesis. “What is going on?”
Prowl appeared from the smoke and walked easily over to his bondmate. “It has been decided,” he said, doorwings flicking out. “This battle can go on no longer.”
“It's time fer it t' end,” Jazz added as Prowl stopped at his side. They both reached out and their fingers twined together.
“Prowl...” Optimus started, staring uncomprehendingly at his Second and Third.
“He is right. It is time for it all to end.”
Jazz pulled a small box out of his subspace. It took a moment, but the assembled armies recognized it quickly enough. An old-fashioned detonator.
Recognition, realization bloomed in processors all over the battlefield, and, as mechs rushed toward him, Jazz lifted the detonator and pressed his thumb to the button. Everyone froze.
“It's gone on for too long,” Prowl said, shaking his helm, optics over-bright, doorwings twitching erratically.
“Prowl, Jazz, do not do this,” Optimus protested, lifting a hand toward them as though he could snatch the detonator from the saboteur's hand.
“Why not, OP?” the visored mech asked, helm tilting to the side. “Why not? 'Cause ya've said oft'n 'nough yerself that this war needs t' end. We're jus' doin' that. Jus' doin' wha'cha said.”
“We are ending it,” Prowl repeated, and glanced down at their intertwined hands. “It is already ended.”
Megatron chose this moment to stride forward, though he stopped a good distance from the two black and whites. “What do you mean?” he snarled.
Blinking, Prowl took a moment to examine the silver warlord. “Exactly what we said. It is already ended. You all only need realize.”
“But-” the warlord said, optics widening.
Prowl shook his helm and glanced to his bondmate. Jazz nodded.
A moment later, a black finger tightened, and the small button was pressed.
And then war was over.
Title: Allowances
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1?
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 6. High-Grade
“Hunt th' Still?” Jazz asked as he approached his bondmate. Prowl was crouched at the end of a hallway, peering around the corner and down the hall.
The Praxian glanced up at the saboteur, then turned back down the hall. “You know I do not like the fact that you named it as such.”
“What? 'S what yer doin'. Huntin' th' Still.”
Prowl just gave him a disdainful glance and turned back to watching the hall.
“Y'know,” Jazz said after a moment, “You could jus' watch through th' security cameras.”
“They have been disabled.”
“Oh.”
Another silence, and Jazz peeked around the corner as well, leaning over his bondmate to do so.
“Y'know... Ya could jus' ask me t' find it.”
“Would you do so?”
Jazz gave an unrepentant grin. “Ah'd find it. Dunno if Ah'd tell ya.”
“Hence the watching on my own.”
“Or you could jus' leave 'em be. Th' army profits off their moonlightin', ya know.”
Prowl vented and stood, but said nothing as he turned and walked with long strides down the hall. Jazz followed, snickering.
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“What did we do this time?” Sideswipe moaned as he entered Prowl's office and took one of the two chairs in front of the large, imposing desk.
Prowl simply stared, waiting until Sunstreaker sat as well. For a long time, silence stretched between the three of them. Then, Prowl spoke.
“I understand you have set up yet another high-grade still.”
Sideswipe, as a professional liar and pranker, didn't react other than raising an optic ridge. “So what if I have?”
“I have also been led to understand that the Autobots, as a whole, profit from a small amount of high-grade.”
Again, silence stretched between them.
“Um... Prowl? What are you saying?” Sideswipe finally said, blinking rapidly.
“I am saying,” the tactician said with a sparkle in his golden optics, “that there is an unused storage closet in the lower decks. No one ever goes there save for routine patrols, and there is a registered energy leak in said room that no one has ever been able to fix, mainly because no one has time.”
It took the barest fraction of a klik for Sideswipe to get what Prowl was hinting. His optics widened. “Are you serious?”
“I was not aware I possessed a sense of humor. I am always serious, Sideswipe.”
That little sparkle was back, and Sideswipe was beginning to think that he liked this particular expression on the tactician.
“Thank you, Prowl,” he said, grinning.
“For what? I merely informed you that Storage Bay B-13 is currently not in use.”
Sideswipe exchanged a gleeful glance with his brother, then grinned at his commander. “Well... Um... I guess we'll see you around, Prowl?”
“Indeed you will. Have a good orn, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker.”
And as the Twins left, Prowl allowed himself a little smirk.
Rating: K
Continuity: Any
Characters: Optimus Prime, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, ??
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 1. The good man is the friend of all living things. ~Mahatma Gandhi
The mech was slammed down in front of the Prime, his knee armor denting with the force of his impact. Hissing, his vents cycled another stuttering draft of air as he looked up at the Leader of the Autobots. One optic cycled repeatedly as it tried to focus through the shattered lens. A thin trickle of energon ran from the corner of his dented lips. In front of the massive Prime, his small frame looked miniscule.
“What is the meaning of this?” Optimus Prime demanded as he rose from his seat in the Rec Room.
“Decepticon,” Sideswipe snarled, tightening his grip on the mech's arm.
“Found him snooping around outside the front gate,” Sunstreaker added, resettling his gun in his grip.
“I wasn't-”
A loud clang silenced the mech as Sunstreaker backhanded him. “Mute it, 'Con scum.”
The Prime raised his hand, waving the Twins back. They went, reluctantly. “Did he fight, Sunstreaker?” he asked.
“No, but-”
“Did he resist capture?”
“No, but-”
“Is there any reason at all for you to treat him as such?”
Sunstreaker glared defiantly back. “He's a 'Con.”
“And that gives you the right to hit him? He is an unarmed prisoner who surrendered willingly.”
“But-”
“Sunstreaker.”
The yellow mech stopped protesting and looked down.
Optimus turned to the Decepticon and regarded him for a long moment. The mech stared back, face impassive, vents stuttering only slightly as a broken fan hitched against something.
“You surrendered,” the Prime said, somehow making it a statement and a question at the same time.
“Yes,” the mech said without pause.
Raising an optic ridge, the Leader of the Autobots regarded the mech for another long moment. “I am curious as to why.”
“Why don't you just ask?” the mech replied, face finally revealing some emotion as the barest traces of a smirk spread over his lips.
“Very well. Why did you surrender?”
Shrugging, the mech tilted his helm to the side and let his smirk fade. “The Decepticons have changed. Megatron has changed. What he once fought for, he now fights against. Better to be captured and... well, I thought it'd be better to get what information I have to you, whatever way possible, and if that means my deactivation, then so be it. I have always been fighting for freedom. For equality. I won't stop now, even if my leader... former leader... has turned against everything he once stood for.”
“Quite a speech.”
“I've had a long time to think about it.”
There was a breem of silence before someone dared to break it.
“You aren't seriously thinking about accepting him into the Autobots, are you Prime?” Sideswipe asked, incredulous.
“I am.”
“Why? He's a 'Con! We have no reason to trust him!”
“A good mech is the friend of all living things,” the Prime murmured quietly, then turned to the Twins, who were still standing guard over the Decepticon. “All mechs deserve a chance. And what he says is true. Megatron did once fight for freedom. He does no longer.”
The two frontliners stared for a long moment, then exchanged a glance. “Fine, Prime,” Sideswipe grumbled. “But we'll be watching him.”
“I would expect no less,” he said before turning back to the small mech in front of him. “You have expressed an interest in joining the Autobots.”
“More than an interest, Prime.”
“Very well. Go to the Med Bay and have Ratchet give you an Autobot symbol.”
“Thank you, Prime.”
“What is your name, Autobot?”
Slowly, the mech stood and cycled his vents. “I am Bumblebee.”
Title: Powers
Rating: K
Continuity: AU Movieverse
Characters: Simmons, Sam
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 2. Scenario: a character develops a superpower
Sam stared for a long time. Simmons stared back.
“So, what do they mean, you're the AllSpark?” the boy finally asked, frowning.
“Exactly what they said,” the man said, then nodded. “I'm the AllSpark.”
“But... What does that mean?”
Simmons shrugged. “How do I know? They don't tell me all that much. I just know that I can do what the Cube did.”
“Which is...?”
Simmons rolled his eyes and took a long step forward. Sam made to back up, but the former agent took a good hold on his shirt with one hand. His other hand grabbed for the boy's pocket, and a moment later pulled away, phone in a tight grip.
“Hey!” Sam protested as the man pushed him away. “That's my phone!”
“No duh.”
Then there was a flash, and the phone sprang apart in a flurry of moving pieces. Sam shouted again as Simmons held out the little sparkling.
“This is what I can do now,” he said, smirking. “Here's your sparkling.”
He dumped the phone in Sam's scrambling grasp and walked away.
Sam, behind him, yelped as sharp claws pricked at his hands. Then the former agent's words registered. “'Sparkling'?!”
Title: Dimensional Travel
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1, Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Roger Rabbit, Eddie Valiant
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 3. Challenge: pick two characters and a movie. Your characters are watching that movie. But something went wrong and now they're stuck inside the movie. What happens?
Movie: Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
“What the frag just happened?” Sunstreaker snarled as he lifted himself off the ground.
Sideswipe moaned next to him. “No idea, but my helm hurts, Sunny.”
“Don't call me that!” the yellow Twin growled.
“Whoooooaaaaa,” a high-pitched, squeaky voice interrupted. “I've never seen Toons like you before! Where'd you come from?”
A white rabbit wearing baggy, red overalls jumped in front of them. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stared.
“Hey! Eddie!” the rabbit called. “You ever seen anytoon like this before?”
A slightly portly man peeked around a set of crates. “No, I haven't.”
“Sunny?” Sideswipe started, eying the human. “Um... Is this... I think... Are we...?”
Sunstreaker closed his optics and cycled a long draft of air through his vents. “I think so. Doesn't make any sense, but I think so.”
“Are you what?” the rabbit asked, blinking up at them with wide, blue eyes.
“In your world. See, we're from a different world, where, well, there aren't any Toons, except for on TV.”
The rabbit and the human stared at him for a moment before they burst into laughter. “Imagine!” the rabbit cackled, the laughter making his squeaky words even harder to decipher. “A world without Toons!”
“Well, wouldn't be the strangest thing I’ve ever seen,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “Anyways. How'd you end up here?”
Sideswipe shrugged. “Dunno. We watched your movie last night, and today, during the battle, Megatron whipped out his most recent Weapon of Doom, and there was a bright flash, and here we are,” the red Twin said, smirk slowly spreading across his face.
“That is how it usually happens,” Sunstreaker said, venting heavily as he pushed himself to his feet.
“You mean this's happened before?” the portly human said, blinking rapidly.
“Yep. Well, we haven't come here before, but all of us have been zapped somewhere strange at one point or another.” Sideswipe shrugged. “Anyways, we always get back. Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Skyfire'll figure it out soon, and we'll be back home before you know it!”
Sunstreaker rolled his optics. “Right. You'd think it were scripted, how regularly it happens.”
“Yeah, well, you never know,” Eddie said, shaking his head. “Well, as long as you're here, you might as well have some fun.”
A wicked gleam filled Sideswipe's optics. “Well, if we are where I think we are, I think we're going to have a lot of fun.”
Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge, and Sideswipe snickered again.
“Take a look around, bro. Acme everywhere. You remember some of the stuff that was in here, right?”
A low groan filled the room as Sunstreaker slapped a palm over his face. “You have fun, Sides, and leave me out of it. I don't want any part in this.”
“Fine, fine,” the red Twin sighed, then gleefully skipped over to the nearest set of boxes. After a moment, he turned around, a tiny, orangish object in his hands. “Sunny! Extendable hammers!”
Sunstreaker just vented again and sat down, leaning against the wall.
“Ooh! Portable holes! Ha! Squeaky shoes! Wow! Anvil! A ten ton anvil! Isn't this exciting, Sunny?”
“Don't call me that.”
Sideswipe mimed his brother for a moment, rolling his optics and flapping his hand next to his helm. “Whatever. Hey, Eddie, right? Mind if I keep some of this stuff?”
The human shrugged. “Go ahead. None of it's been sorted or cataloged yet, so as long as I don't see it, it didn't happen.”
Sideswipe smiled at him for a second before turning back to his brother. “I like this guy,” he said. “When they figure out how to get us back, can we take him with us?”
“No, Sides.”
“Aw. Come here and help me decide what to keep.”
Venting heavily, the yellow Twin pushed himself to his feet and walked over to his brother.
After stuffing their subspaces with all manner of Acme products, the two bots went and sat down against the wall. Eddie came in a some time later and sat down next to Sideswipe.
“Well, Roger is off with Jessica, and I’ve got the night to myself. I was just curious, you said someone'd be able to get you back?”
The red Twin nodded. “Yup. Like I said, this happens with alarming regularity. I doubt we'll still be here in a week. Though I have been wrong before, and there are worse universes to land yourself in.” The last sentence was said with a happy twinkle in his optics and a warm smile.
“Agreed,” the human said, nodding. “Well, I mean, I’ve never been transported to a different dimension, but I'd imagine that there are worse places to go.”
“There are,” Sunstreaker said, venting heavily and closing his optics. “Trust me. We've been to some of them.”
There was a loud crack, and a bright light flashed through the warehouse.
“What was that?” Eddie shouted, jumping to his feet.
Sideswipe and Suntreaker also rose to their feet, and Sideswipe chuckled. “That, my friend, is most likely our ride home. Now, to find... Ah!”
A crate rattled, then tumbled from its position on the top of a large stack. A muffled, “What?” could be heard, and the Twins exchanged grins.
“Wheeljack!” Sideswipe called as a helm was stuck through a dark hole in the air.
Audial indicators flashed happily in place of the masked grin. “Sideswipe! Sunstreaker! There you are!”
The Twins grinned, then glanced back. “Well, Eddie,” the red half of them said as he knelt down and held his hand out. “Looks like this is goodbye. Thanks, and it was nice meeting you!”
The man shook the offered finger and grinned back. “Of course. It was nice meeting you two, too,” he said, and smiled as he took a long breath. “Well, you'd better be getting back home.”
“Yup,” Sideswipe agreed, standing. “Let's go, Sunny.”
The last thing Eddie heard as the two climbed through the hole was a grumpy, growled, “Don't call me that.”
Title: Dawn
Rating: K
Continuity: Any
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 4. Setting: An uncomfortable place at dawn
There was sand in his gears. It ground into him with every little movement.
Dew was coating his armor, chilling him. He was, like all of his species, built for subzero temperatures. But that didn't mean the wet coldness was not uncomfortable. It was incredibly annoying.
And there was a crab climbing into his pede. Perfect.
This was definitely not the best morning he'd had.
Though, all things considered, it probably wasn't the worst, either.
“Mmmm...” Jazz hummed as he snuggled closer into Prowl's side. Prowl glanced down, faint frown melting into a loving smile.
Yes, it definitely could have been worse.
Title: Already Ended
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Optimus Prime, Megatron
Disclaimer: Don't own
Prompt: 5. Death
::It's time, Jazz,:: Prowl commed.
A silence stretched between them before Jazz answered. ::Okay, then. All's ready.::
Prowl sent back an affirmative.
Explosions rattled the battlefield. Mechs from both sides fell to the ground. Optimus and Megatron, who had been grappling together, collapsed in a tangle of limbs. The Seekers were shot down with deadly accuracy, acid pellets burning through their wings.
“What the frag?” someone shouted.
“WHO SET THOSE CHARGES?” Megatron roared.
“Ah did,” Jazz answered, striding from the smoke that stained the air of the battlefield.
“Jazz?” Optimus asked, glancing quizzically at his Third as he untangled himself from his nemesis. “What is going on?”
Prowl appeared from the smoke and walked easily over to his bondmate. “It has been decided,” he said, doorwings flicking out. “This battle can go on no longer.”
“It's time fer it t' end,” Jazz added as Prowl stopped at his side. They both reached out and their fingers twined together.
“Prowl...” Optimus started, staring uncomprehendingly at his Second and Third.
“He is right. It is time for it all to end.”
Jazz pulled a small box out of his subspace. It took a moment, but the assembled armies recognized it quickly enough. An old-fashioned detonator.
Recognition, realization bloomed in processors all over the battlefield, and, as mechs rushed toward him, Jazz lifted the detonator and pressed his thumb to the button. Everyone froze.
“It's gone on for too long,” Prowl said, shaking his helm, optics over-bright, doorwings twitching erratically.
“Prowl, Jazz, do not do this,” Optimus protested, lifting a hand toward them as though he could snatch the detonator from the saboteur's hand.
“Why not, OP?” the visored mech asked, helm tilting to the side. “Why not? 'Cause ya've said oft'n 'nough yerself that this war needs t' end. We're jus' doin' that. Jus' doin' wha'cha said.”
“We are ending it,” Prowl repeated, and glanced down at their intertwined hands. “It is already ended.”
Megatron chose this moment to stride forward, though he stopped a good distance from the two black and whites. “What do you mean?” he snarled.
Blinking, Prowl took a moment to examine the silver warlord. “Exactly what we said. It is already ended. You all only need realize.”
“But-” the warlord said, optics widening.
Prowl shook his helm and glanced to his bondmate. Jazz nodded.
A moment later, a black finger tightened, and the small button was pressed.
And then war was over.
Title: Allowances
Rating: K+
Continuity: G1?
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 6. High-Grade
“Hunt th' Still?” Jazz asked as he approached his bondmate. Prowl was crouched at the end of a hallway, peering around the corner and down the hall.
The Praxian glanced up at the saboteur, then turned back down the hall. “You know I do not like the fact that you named it as such.”
“What? 'S what yer doin'. Huntin' th' Still.”
Prowl just gave him a disdainful glance and turned back to watching the hall.
“Y'know,” Jazz said after a moment, “You could jus' watch through th' security cameras.”
“They have been disabled.”
“Oh.”
Another silence, and Jazz peeked around the corner as well, leaning over his bondmate to do so.
“Y'know... Ya could jus' ask me t' find it.”
“Would you do so?”
Jazz gave an unrepentant grin. “Ah'd find it. Dunno if Ah'd tell ya.”
“Hence the watching on my own.”
“Or you could jus' leave 'em be. Th' army profits off their moonlightin', ya know.”
Prowl vented and stood, but said nothing as he turned and walked with long strides down the hall. Jazz followed, snickering.
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“What did we do this time?” Sideswipe moaned as he entered Prowl's office and took one of the two chairs in front of the large, imposing desk.
Prowl simply stared, waiting until Sunstreaker sat as well. For a long time, silence stretched between the three of them. Then, Prowl spoke.
“I understand you have set up yet another high-grade still.”
Sideswipe, as a professional liar and pranker, didn't react other than raising an optic ridge. “So what if I have?”
“I have also been led to understand that the Autobots, as a whole, profit from a small amount of high-grade.”
Again, silence stretched between them.
“Um... Prowl? What are you saying?” Sideswipe finally said, blinking rapidly.
“I am saying,” the tactician said with a sparkle in his golden optics, “that there is an unused storage closet in the lower decks. No one ever goes there save for routine patrols, and there is a registered energy leak in said room that no one has ever been able to fix, mainly because no one has time.”
It took the barest fraction of a klik for Sideswipe to get what Prowl was hinting. His optics widened. “Are you serious?”
“I was not aware I possessed a sense of humor. I am always serious, Sideswipe.”
That little sparkle was back, and Sideswipe was beginning to think that he liked this particular expression on the tactician.
“Thank you, Prowl,” he said, grinning.
“For what? I merely informed you that Storage Bay B-13 is currently not in use.”
Sideswipe exchanged a gleeful glance with his brother, then grinned at his commander. “Well... Um... I guess we'll see you around, Prowl?”
“Indeed you will. Have a good orn, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker.”
And as the Twins left, Prowl allowed himself a little smirk.