Teh crack has destroyed my laziness...
No, seriously - I've just been being lazy, which is why I haven't been very active these past, oh, two or so weeks. But I read a book today. And had an odd realization, which lead to this little piece of crack. What was my realization? ...Well, this fandom is lacking very much in decent AU's. And not just the type of au's that change little things to make the story work, or that become a universe unto themselves. I'm talking the au's that are way out there. Like this one. So... Enjoy my crack.
Title: Hard To Believe
Series: 2007-Movieverse; major au.
Characters: Sam, Barricade.
Summary: Once upon a time, in another universe, Sam is wondering if insanity is something he's inherited genetically.
Author's Note: I can't decide if I want them to still be from Cybertron, or if I want them to be from Earth... Oh, and I chose the spelling of a certain word on a whim, nothing more. But it's really just a crack-ish one-shot, so it shouldn't matter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Or the last line.
Samuel James Witwicky was a fairly normal boy, in his opinion. He got decent grades - B’s and C’s, with the occasional A. A major crush on his high school’s very own model. A new - used - Volkswagen car, which he planned to use to pick up said love interest. And broke, can’t forget that.
Of course, his pre-conceived conception of the world had just been dragged across several extremely sharp rocks, leading to quite a few large holes being ripped in said notions. Why? Well, it might have something to do with the fact that, after riding downtown - in his car, obviously - to get food (because, really, why cook when he had McDonalds? Even if it was technically disgusting, it still tasted good.) he had been attacked by a… Something.
‘Something’ because he was hesitant to say ‘faerie’, though that was definitely what it looked like to him. The first thing he had noticed was that this… thing couldn’t be more than twelve inches tall - actually, if he had to hazard a guess, he’d say it was around nine. The second thing he noticed was it’s wings, one of which seemed larger than the rest of the creatures body, excluding the other wing, both seeming to gleam. Normally he would refer to them as butterfly wings, but the color - a pure white and deep, deep black, swirling together in what seemed an endless dance. Then, finally, the third thing he noticed: the creature - oh, all right, faerie’s, hands, glowing an ominous shade of red.
It was while wondering why that was happening that Sam discovered something. He was frozen in place, even as the (actually rather cute, despite all hostility) faerie advanced towards him. A wicked, threatening (and small, it seemed to him) voice floated up to him.
“Are you ladiesman217?”
Title: Hard To Believe
Series: 2007-Movieverse; major au.
Characters: Sam, Barricade.
Summary: Once upon a time, in another universe, Sam is wondering if insanity is something he's inherited genetically.
Author's Note: I can't decide if I want them to still be from Cybertron, or if I want them to be from Earth... Oh, and I chose the spelling of a certain word on a whim, nothing more. But it's really just a crack-ish one-shot, so it shouldn't matter.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. Or the last line.
Samuel James Witwicky was a fairly normal boy, in his opinion. He got decent grades - B’s and C’s, with the occasional A. A major crush on his high school’s very own model. A new - used - Volkswagen car, which he planned to use to pick up said love interest. And broke, can’t forget that.
Of course, his pre-conceived conception of the world had just been dragged across several extremely sharp rocks, leading to quite a few large holes being ripped in said notions. Why? Well, it might have something to do with the fact that, after riding downtown - in his car, obviously - to get food (because, really, why cook when he had McDonalds? Even if it was technically disgusting, it still tasted good.) he had been attacked by a… Something.
‘Something’ because he was hesitant to say ‘faerie’, though that was definitely what it looked like to him. The first thing he had noticed was that this… thing couldn’t be more than twelve inches tall - actually, if he had to hazard a guess, he’d say it was around nine. The second thing he noticed was it’s wings, one of which seemed larger than the rest of the creatures body, excluding the other wing, both seeming to gleam. Normally he would refer to them as butterfly wings, but the color - a pure white and deep, deep black, swirling together in what seemed an endless dance. Then, finally, the third thing he noticed: the creature - oh, all right, faerie’s, hands, glowing an ominous shade of red.
It was while wondering why that was happening that Sam discovered something. He was frozen in place, even as the (actually rather cute, despite all hostility) faerie advanced towards him. A wicked, threatening (and small, it seemed to him) voice floated up to him.
“Are you ladiesman217?”