Little fics, four
Title: Questioning motives
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: K
Characters: Knockout, Arcee
Summary: Sometimes, our enemies can anticipate us better than friends - Arcee wants Knockout to figure out his real motives.
Prompt: Arcee/Knock Out - Loyalty in Question
“Who do you really serve?”
Knockout raised an optic brow.
“After all this time, why choose us?”
The former Decepticon calmly examined his claws. He spotted some embedded dirt, began picking it, and other organic debris from his fingers.
“Did Soundwave put you up to this?” Arcee pressed.
Knockout couldn’t hold his peace any longer. “Soundwave never ordered me around-”
“So, somebody did ask you to spy on us.”
A dismissive snort. “I follow the winning side. Right now, that’s the Autobots.”
“Your choices are all self-interest?” Arcee refused to hide her distain for what she perceived to be a cowardly act. “Do you have any original thoughts or desires?”
“Hey! I prefer being alive, over being dead.”
“So do I - but I have always supported the cause I believe in.”
The accusation stunned Knockout. He realized he couldn’t respond to that statement. Arcee was right: He had viewed survival more important than personal integrity.
Title: Fatalistic discussions
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: Teen
Characters: Optimus Prime, Airachnid
Summary: Some death threats are merely observations - some spoken wishes are not what is being planned for.
Prompt: Airachnid/Optimus Prime - Walking Dead
“I ought to kill you where you stand, Prime.”
The Autobot leader bowed his head, yet kept his external mouth guard retracted, did not reach for his sword as others might have upon receiving similar threats shaped like promises.
“Megatron would forgive me for killing you, when I bring him your severed head.”
“Would you be able to live with your decision?” Optimus asked. He already knew she’d not be particularly bothered by killing him - but permanently aligning herself under Megatron was a different matter.
Airachnid swiveled her head. “It’s only a matter of time before you fall.”
“We all die.” Optimus calmly responded. “Some simply return to the All-Spark sooner than others.”
“Very pessimistic view, Prime.” Airachnid spat.
“Not pessimism - realism.” Optimus half-smiled. “The only thing guaranteed in life is death and taxes.”
Title: Little lessons
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: K
Characters: Solus Prime, Ratchet
Summary: Committees are a lot like younglings - they are stubborn, refuse to listen, rarely think or plan ahead (real world), and don’t see the consequences of their actions (until it’s too late). Solus Prime, one of the first Primes, teaches individuals when groups are incapable of learning.
Prompt: Solus Prime/Ratchet - Youngsters at Spark
The Prime’s duties were numerous - the thirteen Primes had been chosen to be judges of disputes, leaders to a world, spiritual advisors, and much more.
Many Primes could not tear themselves away from public duty long enough to train a youngling in the way that was right, let alone set aside time every orn for a family.
Others made time - they intended to influence not just this generation, but the future generations tool
Solus Prime never regretted her decision to build a family, training newsparks to respect all life, in ever form. Some orns, were easier than others - her younglings frequently seemed to make it their life’s goal to bring her to her limits.
“Ratchet!”
The errant sparkling turned white-blue optics.
“What have I told you about throwing wrenches?”
Her child looked at the floor. “Sorry mamma. It slipped.”
Solus Prime swooped down, hugged the youngest Cybertronian. “Never let your temper get the best of you. I love you, my sweetspark.”
“Love you lots.”
“I love you more.”
Title: Shards
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: K+
Characters: Smokescreen, Ratchet, Bulkhead
Summary: Smokescreen has yet to learn Earth isn’t Cyberton, that he has to be more careful with stuff, least they break.
Prompt # 2 Alternative Medicine
“What’s this?” Smokescreen carelessly reaches for a vial filled with a bubbly, green, viscous fluid.
“Sythnetic enerogn.” Ratchet mindlessly answers the question, as he looks through a red microscope.
“Synthetic?” The newest comer to Autobot Outpost Omega One whistles. “How come we’re still refueling from processed crystals if we have this stuff?”
“The formulation is unstable - and has a detrimental effect on the user.” Ratchet changed slides, refocused the view screen.
“Worse than Tox-En?” Hotshot Smokescreen begins juggling the lone vial.
“Nothing’s worse than Tox-En.” Bulkehad breaks in. The Wrecker limps to the medical berth.
CRASH
“Smokescreen, I needed that!”
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: K
Characters: Knockout, Arcee
Summary: Sometimes, our enemies can anticipate us better than friends - Arcee wants Knockout to figure out his real motives.
Prompt: Arcee/Knock Out - Loyalty in Question
“Who do you really serve?”
Knockout raised an optic brow.
“After all this time, why choose us?”
The former Decepticon calmly examined his claws. He spotted some embedded dirt, began picking it, and other organic debris from his fingers.
“Did Soundwave put you up to this?” Arcee pressed.
Knockout couldn’t hold his peace any longer. “Soundwave never ordered me around-”
“So, somebody did ask you to spy on us.”
A dismissive snort. “I follow the winning side. Right now, that’s the Autobots.”
“Your choices are all self-interest?” Arcee refused to hide her distain for what she perceived to be a cowardly act. “Do you have any original thoughts or desires?”
“Hey! I prefer being alive, over being dead.”
“So do I - but I have always supported the cause I believe in.”
The accusation stunned Knockout. He realized he couldn’t respond to that statement. Arcee was right: He had viewed survival more important than personal integrity.
Title: Fatalistic discussions
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: Teen
Characters: Optimus Prime, Airachnid
Summary: Some death threats are merely observations - some spoken wishes are not what is being planned for.
Prompt: Airachnid/Optimus Prime - Walking Dead
“I ought to kill you where you stand, Prime.”
The Autobot leader bowed his head, yet kept his external mouth guard retracted, did not reach for his sword as others might have upon receiving similar threats shaped like promises.
“Megatron would forgive me for killing you, when I bring him your severed head.”
“Would you be able to live with your decision?” Optimus asked. He already knew she’d not be particularly bothered by killing him - but permanently aligning herself under Megatron was a different matter.
Airachnid swiveled her head. “It’s only a matter of time before you fall.”
“We all die.” Optimus calmly responded. “Some simply return to the All-Spark sooner than others.”
“Very pessimistic view, Prime.” Airachnid spat.
“Not pessimism - realism.” Optimus half-smiled. “The only thing guaranteed in life is death and taxes.”
Title: Little lessons
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: K
Characters: Solus Prime, Ratchet
Summary: Committees are a lot like younglings - they are stubborn, refuse to listen, rarely think or plan ahead (real world), and don’t see the consequences of their actions (until it’s too late). Solus Prime, one of the first Primes, teaches individuals when groups are incapable of learning.
Prompt: Solus Prime/Ratchet - Youngsters at Spark
The Prime’s duties were numerous - the thirteen Primes had been chosen to be judges of disputes, leaders to a world, spiritual advisors, and much more.
Many Primes could not tear themselves away from public duty long enough to train a youngling in the way that was right, let alone set aside time every orn for a family.
Others made time - they intended to influence not just this generation, but the future generations tool
Solus Prime never regretted her decision to build a family, training newsparks to respect all life, in ever form. Some orns, were easier than others - her younglings frequently seemed to make it their life’s goal to bring her to her limits.
“Ratchet!”
The errant sparkling turned white-blue optics.
“What have I told you about throwing wrenches?”
Her child looked at the floor. “Sorry mamma. It slipped.”
Solus Prime swooped down, hugged the youngest Cybertronian. “Never let your temper get the best of you. I love you, my sweetspark.”
“Love you lots.”
“I love you more.”
Title: Shards
T-Verse: Prime
Rating: K+
Characters: Smokescreen, Ratchet, Bulkhead
Summary: Smokescreen has yet to learn Earth isn’t Cyberton, that he has to be more careful with stuff, least they break.
Prompt # 2 Alternative Medicine
“What’s this?” Smokescreen carelessly reaches for a vial filled with a bubbly, green, viscous fluid.
“Sythnetic enerogn.” Ratchet mindlessly answers the question, as he looks through a red microscope.
“Synthetic?” The newest comer to Autobot Outpost Omega One whistles. “How come we’re still refueling from processed crystals if we have this stuff?”
“The formulation is unstable - and has a detrimental effect on the user.” Ratchet changed slides, refocused the view screen.
“Worse than Tox-En?” Hotshot Smokescreen begins juggling the lone vial.
“Nothing’s worse than Tox-En.” Bulkehad breaks in. The Wrecker limps to the medical berth.
CRASH
“Smokescreen, I needed that!”