Four Short fics
Title: Oblivious
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Slipstream, LongArm
Summary: Everybody always forgets to look up - Shockwave (his goody-two-shoes counterpart, rather) is no exception.
Prompt: Slipstream/LongArm Prime - Origins
Starscream’s lone female clone hovered unseen in LongArm’s private office. Beneath her, the Prime worked on top-secret info - when he finished with one data-padd, he moved onto the next.
Slipstream read the information from her position against the ceiling - how convenient. She didn’t’ need to touch the pads, just had to wait for LongArm to move on as he read.
The prime, prominently displaying an Autobot symbol on his cloak, paused. He stood up, lay the unencrypted digital screen face up on his desk, stepped outside. “What is the meaning of this disturbance?”
Having found the information Megatron desired, Slipstream slipped out as silently as she arrived.
LongArm Prime settled into his seat, none the wiser about his unannounced visitor.
Title: Random
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Strika, Lugnut
Summary: There are a lot of things one can run low on - time, room, fuel are just three of them.
Prompt: Strika/Lugnut - Running Out
Time
There was no more time to speak.
Recent events pulled them in different directions.
They both contracted their services to Megatron, followed his orders - Decepticions paid well enough.
Time well spent, Strka mused.
Room
Lugnut cursed loudly when he again banged his helm against the too low ceiling. Who’s idea was it to get the smallest shuttle he could squeeze his frame into? This ship wasn’t big enough for a single minibot, let alone a regular sized Transformer!
Fuel
Strika eyed Lugnut, who eyed her back.
Between them, one whole cube of energon remained, untouched.
Claws flashed. Metal clanged. They fought to decide which one went hungry.
In the commotion, the cube tipped over, the must desired liquid contents drained out.
Title: Spark weary
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Red Alert, Ratchet
Summary: Being the best and brightest takes it toll - yes, during the Great War Ratchet saved many lives others thought were not salvable, but he also lost more patients, and that eats at him, every orn.
Prompt: Red Alert/Ratchet - Hidden Sides
“I am here for my lesson.”
The worn down medic gazed down. Frowned. “I don’t remember requesting an assistant.”
Red Alert stood at attention, expectantly. “I requested the best. Your designation came up.”
Ratchet stopped digging through files. He was getting too old for this. “I stopped teaching a long time ago.” He growled, wondering which of his past students he needed to kill.
“You’re still saving lives.” Red said, confused. “Making a difference - I want you teach me the same.”
Old, semi-rused joints protested as the head medic pushed himself out of the comfortable chair. “You save more lives if you refuse to care.”
“Refusing to care turns us into drones,” Red Alert countered. “Hurting mechs don’t want drones deciding who lives, who isn’t worth the effort to safe - they want medics who fight for them, no matter how stacked against them the odds are.”
“You involve your spark, every deactivation tears your spark,” As Ratchet tried arguing this promising protégé into another line of work, his passion reignited.
Finally, he gave in. “Fine, I’ll teach you ever thing I know.” Ratchet threw up his hands. The medical field did need relentless mechs and femmes working to save lives.
Title: Drinkin’ Driving Drunk
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Ratchet, Sari S. Bumblebee
Summary: High Octane rocket fuel - experimental mixture - does not react the same way in Cybertronain bodies.
Prompt #3 “You really should take better care of yourself.”
“You really should take better care of yourself.”
Sari rolled her eyes. “Stop telling me what to do.” She chomped on her cheeseburger, continued speaking with a mouth-half full of food. “I get enough of that from daddy.”
“Wasn’t addressing you, or talking about your food choices.”
“Don’t look at me, doc!” Bumblebee spread his arms apart, accidentally spilling his barrel of jet-fuel.
“EEEK!” Sari scrambled away, as the yellow bot, overcharged, tumbled to the floor.
Ratchet shook his head. “Younglings - always needing to learn about the dangers of high-grade themselves.”
“High grade?” Sari forgot about her contaminated, squished meal. “Is that like the wine daddy sometime drinks?”
“High grade is High grade - there is no comparison.”
“Not Cybertronian drink.” Bumblebee giggled. “Earth fuels -gotta try some.”
Ratchet walked away. “You two are cleaning up this mess.”
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Slipstream, LongArm
Summary: Everybody always forgets to look up - Shockwave (his goody-two-shoes counterpart, rather) is no exception.
Prompt: Slipstream/LongArm Prime - Origins
Starscream’s lone female clone hovered unseen in LongArm’s private office. Beneath her, the Prime worked on top-secret info - when he finished with one data-padd, he moved onto the next.
Slipstream read the information from her position against the ceiling - how convenient. She didn’t’ need to touch the pads, just had to wait for LongArm to move on as he read.
The prime, prominently displaying an Autobot symbol on his cloak, paused. He stood up, lay the unencrypted digital screen face up on his desk, stepped outside. “What is the meaning of this disturbance?”
Having found the information Megatron desired, Slipstream slipped out as silently as she arrived.
LongArm Prime settled into his seat, none the wiser about his unannounced visitor.
Title: Random
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Strika, Lugnut
Summary: There are a lot of things one can run low on - time, room, fuel are just three of them.
Prompt: Strika/Lugnut - Running Out
Time
There was no more time to speak.
Recent events pulled them in different directions.
They both contracted their services to Megatron, followed his orders - Decepticions paid well enough.
Time well spent, Strka mused.
Room
Lugnut cursed loudly when he again banged his helm against the too low ceiling. Who’s idea was it to get the smallest shuttle he could squeeze his frame into? This ship wasn’t big enough for a single minibot, let alone a regular sized Transformer!
Fuel
Strika eyed Lugnut, who eyed her back.
Between them, one whole cube of energon remained, untouched.
Claws flashed. Metal clanged. They fought to decide which one went hungry.
In the commotion, the cube tipped over, the must desired liquid contents drained out.
Title: Spark weary
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Red Alert, Ratchet
Summary: Being the best and brightest takes it toll - yes, during the Great War Ratchet saved many lives others thought were not salvable, but he also lost more patients, and that eats at him, every orn.
Prompt: Red Alert/Ratchet - Hidden Sides
“I am here for my lesson.”
The worn down medic gazed down. Frowned. “I don’t remember requesting an assistant.”
Red Alert stood at attention, expectantly. “I requested the best. Your designation came up.”
Ratchet stopped digging through files. He was getting too old for this. “I stopped teaching a long time ago.” He growled, wondering which of his past students he needed to kill.
“You’re still saving lives.” Red said, confused. “Making a difference - I want you teach me the same.”
Old, semi-rused joints protested as the head medic pushed himself out of the comfortable chair. “You save more lives if you refuse to care.”
“Refusing to care turns us into drones,” Red Alert countered. “Hurting mechs don’t want drones deciding who lives, who isn’t worth the effort to safe - they want medics who fight for them, no matter how stacked against them the odds are.”
“You involve your spark, every deactivation tears your spark,” As Ratchet tried arguing this promising protégé into another line of work, his passion reignited.
Finally, he gave in. “Fine, I’ll teach you ever thing I know.” Ratchet threw up his hands. The medical field did need relentless mechs and femmes working to save lives.
Title: Drinkin’ Driving Drunk
T-Verse: Animated
Rating: K+
Characters: Ratchet, Sari S. Bumblebee
Summary: High Octane rocket fuel - experimental mixture - does not react the same way in Cybertronain bodies.
Prompt #3 “You really should take better care of yourself.”
“You really should take better care of yourself.”
Sari rolled her eyes. “Stop telling me what to do.” She chomped on her cheeseburger, continued speaking with a mouth-half full of food. “I get enough of that from daddy.”
“Wasn’t addressing you, or talking about your food choices.”
“Don’t look at me, doc!” Bumblebee spread his arms apart, accidentally spilling his barrel of jet-fuel.
“EEEK!” Sari scrambled away, as the yellow bot, overcharged, tumbled to the floor.
Ratchet shook his head. “Younglings - always needing to learn about the dangers of high-grade themselves.”
“High grade?” Sari forgot about her contaminated, squished meal. “Is that like the wine daddy sometime drinks?”
“High grade is High grade - there is no comparison.”
“Not Cybertronian drink.” Bumblebee giggled. “Earth fuels -gotta try some.”
Ratchet walked away. “You two are cleaning up this mess.”