fic drabble, ensemble, uh rated M to be safe?
So, I'm hoping this works. First try. I'm bored waiting for the hurricane to get here and pass on already. Thought I'd get around to posting these; they've been on my computer for a while now. Mixed universes, my apologies. Copied to tf2007fun. If either is a problem, just lemme know, I'll take them down. :)
1) Puscifer: The Undertaker (Reinholder Mix)
"Sunstreaker!" The shout stopped the yellow mech cold with his clenched so tight around the smaller mech's throat that the small mech's vents could hardly cycle enough air in to cool his overheating body. Blue optics turned slowly to look up at Prowl without letting go of the offensive little slagpile in his hands.
"What?"
A good bit shorter than Sunstreaker, Prowl still loomed, wings flicked upwards. "Let. Him. Go."
2) Joydrop: Beautiful
Barricade slammed his fists into the wall on either side of the door and leveled a mad look directly into Bumblebee's gaze. Hissing, the mech replied, vicious as an injured animal. "Not everyone had it so easy, pit-brained brat. Not everyone's life was so very, very simple. Not everyone has everyone else in love with them. Tell me you're so much better than I am again, and I'll spit on you."
Shoving himself backward, the mech resumed stalking back and forth across his tiny cell, while the yellow-and-black mech outside backed up. First one step, then another. Then he had shoved his way out into the hall where he stopped
3) Garbage: When It Rains
Bumblebee stood with his hands upturned in the rain, ignoring the optics locked onto his form. It no longer mattered. Fifty-five years wasn't so very long. And all he'd had. A sound like laughter began out there in the rain. "And you can't even visit his grave, can you? You'd just tear it all up. Small as you are, you're still too big. Told you. Warned you. They're insects."
"No," Bumblebee whispered.
"But they are. To us, they're like their own slagging mayflies, Bumblebee. You were the sucker tried to make one a pet. Told you."
"Why are you here?"
"Where else do I have to go?"
4) Duran Duran: Wild Boys
Sam concentrated on each individual movement. Flip the barrel. Gently thumb another round into place. Repeat. He'd have preferred to be loading the semi-auto rifle. Clips were a Godsend in a fight. But he didn't have glazer rounds for that. And glazer rounds were Godsends, too.
Peering out of the second floor window of the warehouse, Bumblebee kept a tight scan running with his sensors. But he'd warned Sam the 'Cons would catch the signal as soon as he caught them. They'd have to run.
5) Fuel: Innocent
The ion cannon burst scored through his upper left chest plate, slicing vitals, melting wires and cable. The jolt spun him around,left him hitched against one of the human's buildings, and he knew. He knew how little time he had left when he looked up at the giant towering over him. One chance. Just one.
Because he was dead now, and he had one shot at getting the formality of it right. -Primus save you,- he commed Optimus. Then he fired at Megatron.
6)Cester Vs. Julien K Bennington: Morning After
Blue hands folded across the table, bluer optics focused somewhere far beyond the walls of the common room. Energon smeared down the shoulder pressed against the wall, and the mech was frighteningly still.
Above him, Ironhide hesitated. No one else had wandered into the area this early. He'd just wanted to have a quiet moment--not staring at his apartment walls--but there was Mirage.
And he didn't look good at all.
But, how, exactly, was ol' Ironhide supposed to say anything to him?
7) MatchboxTwenty: Push
Sideswipe stared, disbelievingly, at the jet leaning over him, hand to either side of his head. "Excuse me?"
"I said, I don't want to fight. I just want a quick interface. You're here. You're alone. And you're short an arm. Don't try to lie to me. I know I disabled your arm. So here is the deal: Get me off, I don't disable your cortex."
"You have lost it, Starscream. If you ever had it. Now I understand what the humans mean about a screw loose."
8) David Bowie: Golden Years
"You, my fluffy little goldenrod, are overcharged."
Sunstreaker wobbled slightly, then grinned up at his brother. "You've only just noticed? Tsk, tsk. I've been overcharged for an hour. But there's no party. You're supposed to have a party ready for me."
Sideswipe sighed.
"Aw, Sides, c'mon, I wanna dance. Have bots touch me--you think I primp for nothing here?"
"Oh. So you're horny, that it?"
A pause. "Yeah. Pretty m
9) Pat Benatar: Invincible
He tore over the sand, wheels slewing dangerously on each turn. Desperation ate at him, forcing each revolution of his wheels faster than the one before. Too late. Too late. They were trapped back there, depending on him.
Bright, brilliant blue stained the worn silicate beneath him. Smeared along his chassis. He'd be too late to get help. It would take him ten-point-two minutes to reach the base. His internal diagnostics reported he had only seven-point-six
10) Big & Rich: Wild West Show
For so large a mech, Sunstreaker had true grace. He moved to the music Jazz played, slow and smooth; and not complaining about the clumsier Bluestreak joining him hesitantly. Instead, Sunstreaker rolled into Bluestreak. Wrapping his arms around the startled mech and dancing, angle to angle. But those narrowed optics had landed elsewhere across the room. They found him
where he sat with Ratchet. Found him, shook him, and dismissed him.
Prowl lurched to his feet, ignoring the medic's startled question, and forced himself not to run out of the
I remember watching the G1 cartoons on air back in the 80's, but I'm new to this fandom, if not fandom in general. And very new to LJ. So bear with? :) Anyway, thank you.