Prompt reply - full set
Title: Finalized
Rating: K+
Characters: Unspecified
T-Verse: Unspecified
Summary: fake - a deliberate deception, a falsehood, designed to imiate the real thing
Prompt: 1-FAKE
“How can you be a fake Decepticon?”
“I just am! How come you identify as a fake Autobot?”
“False. Not fake. False sounds so …
“Much more elegant?”
“I was going to say dignified.”
“Whatever. Now that we’ve figured out neither of us is truly as we appear, how about letting me go?”
“’Fraid not.”
“Excuse me?”
“See, if I let you go, then my identity is scrap. So no.”
“Come on! As a fake Deception, you’ll know I’ll keep my word - I promise to not mention that there are false Autobots around.”
“Nope.” Shoots. “I like ‘Spy’ better than fake.”
Title: Reciprocating
Rating: Teens
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sliverbolt
T-Verse: any/all - unpsecified
Summary: Our Actions are always being watched, our actions analized by friend and foe
Prompt: 2-SETTING: A SLIPPERY SLOPE
Breakdown huddled in the corner, not looking at the jailer. His gestalt wouldn’t be coming to the rescue. They never did. They couldn’t break into an Autobot base - and wouldn’t even attempt such an attack without all members.
Focusing his attention on the irate arrival, Sunstreaker turned his back to Breakdown. “Hey! Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
Silverbolt huffed. Crossed his arms. “I want Fireflight back. My team needs him back.”
“So?” Sunstreaker stood between Breakdown and Silverbolt. “Fireflight’s not the only prisoner.” He snagged Silverbolt’s arm, grasped it tightly when the Aerialbot tried to throw a punch at the trembling Decepticon. “We don’t harm prisoners. Until you aren’t murderously angry, get out.”
Silverbolt yanked his arm free. He prepared to lunge forward, hesitated. “Don’t you want to tear his limbs and make him tell you where the cons have taken Sideswipe?”
Sunstreaker growled. “You aren’t thinking, Silverbolt!” He still stood protectively in front of Breakdown.
Silverbolt stormed away, muttering obscenities beneath his breath.
“Breakdown,” Sunstreaker addressed the only mech in the room. “The camera’s are off. No one’s staring.”
Breakdown uncurled. Yes, it was as the jailer said.
“I’ve got high-grade, medical grade, and regular energon.” Sunstreaker pleaced sealed cubes of each on the floor. Pushed them behind him. “Drink. Or Ratchet’ll give you an intravenous solution.” He chuckled.
Breakdown remained against the wall, grabbed the closest cube - no tampering with the seal. This was the real deal. He guzzled the energon down. “Why?”
“I don’t want to see hacking as an acceptable Autobot method of treatment.”
Title: Wrong place, Wrong Time
Rating: K
Characters: Lennox family - William, Sarah, Annabelle
T-Verse: Bayverse
Summary: Children find everything funny.
Prompt: 3- INNAPPROPRIATE LAUGHTER
“Don’t laugh.”
Annabelle slapped hands against her mouth. Giggles still erupted.
“Can you stop laughing?”
Annabelle shook her head. “Can’t daddy.”
William Lennox looked to his wife for support.
“Sorry Will. You do look funny.”
Will put the hat on again. “I don’t know which is worse: pink hair, or having my daughter laugh at me. Maybe if I shaved it off,“
Sarah kissed her husband’s cheek. “Annabelle, bedtime.” The young daughter scampered off, still giggling at the sight of her dad having neon pink hair.
“Why don’t we see if the dye will wash out,”
Will returned the kiss.
Title: Denial
Rating: K+
Characters: Ratchet
T-Verse: Animated
Summary: Ratchet didn’t mind being ‘argued’ into the activity
Prompt: 4 - TASK - STRETCH YOURSELF - Write in a Sandbox you don’t often dip in.
Ratchet stared at the colored board. “What is it?”
Bulkhead looked to Sari. “It’s a chessboard. Also called a checkerboard.”
Ratchet vented. “I don’t have time for human games. Go play with some one else.”
After a dejected Sari left (carried by Bulkhead), Ratchet knew blessed peace and quiet. Until Prowl entered.
He was tempted to ignore the Ninja-bot (pushing aside the urge to immediately turn and scan for injuries), because Prowl never willingly entered the medbay, expertly avoid routine check-ups, approaching the medic only when he was in dire need of medical help.
“Play against Sari-“
“No.”
“It’s chess - ridiculously simple to play.”
“Not interested.”
“You’re turning down an opportunity to beat Sari? To give her a reason to listen to your advice? Her mental cognitive functions might be able to create excuses on the fly without sounding outrageous, but she’s never played one of our strategic games.”
“Fine.” Ratchet put down the tools he was pretending to clean. “I’ll play one round of chess. Just One.”
Ratchet ended up playing more than one game of chess against Sari, then stayed to help when she played against Prowl, advising when she asked.
Title: Prank Call?
Rating: K+
Characters: Captain Fanzone
T-Verse: Animated
Summary: Any diviation from a set routine can be disruptive. Question is: how quickly can our world change?
Prompt:5 - A USEFUL TIP -
RING.
RING
“Hello?”
“You will find the next clue downstairs.” Click
Captain Fanzone hung onto the dead receiver, puzzled. He glanced at the clock. Groaned. He hung up the phone, got out of bead, shuffled to the bathroom. It was too dang early to be up.
Fanzone got out of the bathroom, walked down the stairwell in the dark. He would have liked nothing better than to ignore the call and go back to sleep. He didn’t have that much time until he had to get up.
Fanzone punched the button on the coffeepot. It began to percolate. A plate was pulled out of the cupboard, a sliced bagel from the refrigeration.
PLOP. The toaster accepted the bagel.
DRIP. Hot water landed on the coffee grounds and dropped into the pot below the filter.
POP. A toasted bagel comes up nice and hot.
Fanzone bites into the unbuttered slice.
All this is done in the dark, by rote.
Fanzone doesn’t mind the lack of light. Then, he does notice the dark when he reaches for his favorite coffee mug and encounters nothing but air.
That wakes him up.
He switches on the lights. Blinks back tears as the sudden illumination is blinding, but only for a few brief seconds. Scans the countertop, wondering where he put his coffee mug.
No mug, but there is a fresh sheet of paper.
Congratulations on finding me.
You have no time to waste - there is a bomb that will go off when your alarm rings.
Fanzone’s eyes go wide.
He glances at the digital clock. He dashes outside, for once thankful that he lives alone. Just as he reaches the street, the house goes up in a ball of fire.
“Son of a” Fanzone digs his hands into his hair. Who warned him and woke him up?
Title: Walking Wounded
Rating: K+
Characters: Robert Epps, Jorge Figg
T-Verse: Bayverse
Summary: Remaining alive - being saved - doesn’t mean life won’t throw a curveball your way. Some things have to be experienced to be beleived
Prompt: 6 QUOTE: hurt may lesion, it still pains and hurts.
“Whoa”.
“Impressed?” Jorge Figueroa sat down, rolled down his pant-legs. “I can’t believe how good prosthetics have gotten.”
Robert Epps whistled. “Watching you walk, it’s impossible to tell you lost your legs.”
Jorge agreed. “Sometimes, I forget I have metal replacement legs too.” A serious look came upon his face. “Tell me the truth. What are you and the others up to?”
Epps hesitated. Pulled out a non-discloser agreement and a pen, placed them in front of Jorge.
“Seriously?”
“Hey man, we all signed one - including the kids.”
“Kids?”
Robert just tapped the print-out.
“Fine.” Jorge grabbed the pen, winced, reached down to scratch his ankle. “I hate phantom pains - I know it’s not my real leg, but they still itch sometimes, you know?”
Robert nodded. Oh, he knew all too well about hurts that never let completely.
“Done. Now what’s going on with the team? Are we disbanded? Being incorporated into another unit? Having a bunch of untrained fresh-out-of-boot-campers supply the bulk of replacements?”
Robert grabbed the paperwork. “Aliens, Figg. Real aliens - and we’re helping them.” He told Jorge Figg about NEST - not yet sufficient in reality with acceptable recruits, not yet official on paperwork, (Top Secrets were rarely official on paperwork), seeing as The Secretary of Defense John Keller was still trying to find soldiers the Autobots were willing to work alongside - and that Ratchet was doing most of the rejecting most of the persons being tried.
Title: Start of something new
Rating: K
Characters: Jazz
T-Verse: any/all - Generation 1
Summary: Every habit has to start somehwere - or why Jazz is always assiting Prowl
Prompt: 7 - INTRUSION
“Hey, doc-“
“Get out!” Loose items are tossed about.
He retreats behind the corner, waits for the barrage of non-traditional projectiles to end. It doesn’t. In fact, the things thrown get begigger and heavier. “Fine!” he shouts. “I’m leaving.” He turns, retreates down the well-traveled hallway.
He spots a friend. “Hey, Blaster, do you mind if”
He’s cut off again. “You picked are really bad time to ask for something.”
“I just want-“
“Here,” a brand new CD is thrust in his hands. “Take it and go.”
Bemused, he walks away, turning the plastic-wrapped case around and around. It isn’t by someone he particularly likes, but a gift is a gift.
While ambling to his next appointment, he spots someone who will enjoy this particular recording even more. “Perceptor!”
“No time,” Perceptor runs - does not trot, actually runs - “Wheeljack’s playing with Tachyons and neutrinos.”
The bypassed mech shutters his optics in disbelieve. He couldn’t believe everybot was too busy. He glanced towards the one office he himself had ignored many times over the last several orns.
Well, Prowl couldn’t’ brush him aside. Not if he brought energon. Jazz knew the Tactician (probably) hadn’t refueled, and he could make it his job to make sure he did eat. Even if it meant interrupting the always increasing paperwork.
Rating: K+
Characters: Unspecified
T-Verse: Unspecified
Summary: fake - a deliberate deception, a falsehood, designed to imiate the real thing
Prompt: 1-FAKE
“How can you be a fake Decepticon?”
“I just am! How come you identify as a fake Autobot?”
“False. Not fake. False sounds so …
“Much more elegant?”
“I was going to say dignified.”
“Whatever. Now that we’ve figured out neither of us is truly as we appear, how about letting me go?”
“’Fraid not.”
“Excuse me?”
“See, if I let you go, then my identity is scrap. So no.”
“Come on! As a fake Deception, you’ll know I’ll keep my word - I promise to not mention that there are false Autobots around.”
“Nope.” Shoots. “I like ‘Spy’ better than fake.”
Title: Reciprocating
Rating: Teens
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sliverbolt
T-Verse: any/all - unpsecified
Summary: Our Actions are always being watched, our actions analized by friend and foe
Prompt: 2-SETTING: A SLIPPERY SLOPE
Breakdown huddled in the corner, not looking at the jailer. His gestalt wouldn’t be coming to the rescue. They never did. They couldn’t break into an Autobot base - and wouldn’t even attempt such an attack without all members.
Focusing his attention on the irate arrival, Sunstreaker turned his back to Breakdown. “Hey! Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
Silverbolt huffed. Crossed his arms. “I want Fireflight back. My team needs him back.”
“So?” Sunstreaker stood between Breakdown and Silverbolt. “Fireflight’s not the only prisoner.” He snagged Silverbolt’s arm, grasped it tightly when the Aerialbot tried to throw a punch at the trembling Decepticon. “We don’t harm prisoners. Until you aren’t murderously angry, get out.”
Silverbolt yanked his arm free. He prepared to lunge forward, hesitated. “Don’t you want to tear his limbs and make him tell you where the cons have taken Sideswipe?”
Sunstreaker growled. “You aren’t thinking, Silverbolt!” He still stood protectively in front of Breakdown.
Silverbolt stormed away, muttering obscenities beneath his breath.
“Breakdown,” Sunstreaker addressed the only mech in the room. “The camera’s are off. No one’s staring.”
Breakdown uncurled. Yes, it was as the jailer said.
“I’ve got high-grade, medical grade, and regular energon.” Sunstreaker pleaced sealed cubes of each on the floor. Pushed them behind him. “Drink. Or Ratchet’ll give you an intravenous solution.” He chuckled.
Breakdown remained against the wall, grabbed the closest cube - no tampering with the seal. This was the real deal. He guzzled the energon down. “Why?”
“I don’t want to see hacking as an acceptable Autobot method of treatment.”
Title: Wrong place, Wrong Time
Rating: K
Characters: Lennox family - William, Sarah, Annabelle
T-Verse: Bayverse
Summary: Children find everything funny.
Prompt: 3- INNAPPROPRIATE LAUGHTER
“Don’t laugh.”
Annabelle slapped hands against her mouth. Giggles still erupted.
“Can you stop laughing?”
Annabelle shook her head. “Can’t daddy.”
William Lennox looked to his wife for support.
“Sorry Will. You do look funny.”
Will put the hat on again. “I don’t know which is worse: pink hair, or having my daughter laugh at me. Maybe if I shaved it off,“
Sarah kissed her husband’s cheek. “Annabelle, bedtime.” The young daughter scampered off, still giggling at the sight of her dad having neon pink hair.
“Why don’t we see if the dye will wash out,”
Will returned the kiss.
Title: Denial
Rating: K+
Characters: Ratchet
T-Verse: Animated
Summary: Ratchet didn’t mind being ‘argued’ into the activity
Prompt: 4 - TASK - STRETCH YOURSELF - Write in a Sandbox you don’t often dip in.
Ratchet stared at the colored board. “What is it?”
Bulkhead looked to Sari. “It’s a chessboard. Also called a checkerboard.”
Ratchet vented. “I don’t have time for human games. Go play with some one else.”
After a dejected Sari left (carried by Bulkhead), Ratchet knew blessed peace and quiet. Until Prowl entered.
He was tempted to ignore the Ninja-bot (pushing aside the urge to immediately turn and scan for injuries), because Prowl never willingly entered the medbay, expertly avoid routine check-ups, approaching the medic only when he was in dire need of medical help.
“Play against Sari-“
“No.”
“It’s chess - ridiculously simple to play.”
“Not interested.”
“You’re turning down an opportunity to beat Sari? To give her a reason to listen to your advice? Her mental cognitive functions might be able to create excuses on the fly without sounding outrageous, but she’s never played one of our strategic games.”
“Fine.” Ratchet put down the tools he was pretending to clean. “I’ll play one round of chess. Just One.”
Ratchet ended up playing more than one game of chess against Sari, then stayed to help when she played against Prowl, advising when she asked.
Title: Prank Call?
Rating: K+
Characters: Captain Fanzone
T-Verse: Animated
Summary: Any diviation from a set routine can be disruptive. Question is: how quickly can our world change?
Prompt:5 - A USEFUL TIP -
RING.
RING
“Hello?”
“You will find the next clue downstairs.” Click
Captain Fanzone hung onto the dead receiver, puzzled. He glanced at the clock. Groaned. He hung up the phone, got out of bead, shuffled to the bathroom. It was too dang early to be up.
Fanzone got out of the bathroom, walked down the stairwell in the dark. He would have liked nothing better than to ignore the call and go back to sleep. He didn’t have that much time until he had to get up.
Fanzone punched the button on the coffeepot. It began to percolate. A plate was pulled out of the cupboard, a sliced bagel from the refrigeration.
PLOP. The toaster accepted the bagel.
DRIP. Hot water landed on the coffee grounds and dropped into the pot below the filter.
POP. A toasted bagel comes up nice and hot.
Fanzone bites into the unbuttered slice.
All this is done in the dark, by rote.
Fanzone doesn’t mind the lack of light. Then, he does notice the dark when he reaches for his favorite coffee mug and encounters nothing but air.
That wakes him up.
He switches on the lights. Blinks back tears as the sudden illumination is blinding, but only for a few brief seconds. Scans the countertop, wondering where he put his coffee mug.
No mug, but there is a fresh sheet of paper.
Congratulations on finding me.
You have no time to waste - there is a bomb that will go off when your alarm rings.
Fanzone’s eyes go wide.
He glances at the digital clock. He dashes outside, for once thankful that he lives alone. Just as he reaches the street, the house goes up in a ball of fire.
“Son of a” Fanzone digs his hands into his hair. Who warned him and woke him up?
Title: Walking Wounded
Rating: K+
Characters: Robert Epps, Jorge Figg
T-Verse: Bayverse
Summary: Remaining alive - being saved - doesn’t mean life won’t throw a curveball your way. Some things have to be experienced to be beleived
Prompt: 6 QUOTE: hurt may lesion, it still pains and hurts.
“Whoa”.
“Impressed?” Jorge Figueroa sat down, rolled down his pant-legs. “I can’t believe how good prosthetics have gotten.”
Robert Epps whistled. “Watching you walk, it’s impossible to tell you lost your legs.”
Jorge agreed. “Sometimes, I forget I have metal replacement legs too.” A serious look came upon his face. “Tell me the truth. What are you and the others up to?”
Epps hesitated. Pulled out a non-discloser agreement and a pen, placed them in front of Jorge.
“Seriously?”
“Hey man, we all signed one - including the kids.”
“Kids?”
Robert just tapped the print-out.
“Fine.” Jorge grabbed the pen, winced, reached down to scratch his ankle. “I hate phantom pains - I know it’s not my real leg, but they still itch sometimes, you know?”
Robert nodded. Oh, he knew all too well about hurts that never let completely.
“Done. Now what’s going on with the team? Are we disbanded? Being incorporated into another unit? Having a bunch of untrained fresh-out-of-boot-campers supply the bulk of replacements?”
Robert grabbed the paperwork. “Aliens, Figg. Real aliens - and we’re helping them.” He told Jorge Figg about NEST - not yet sufficient in reality with acceptable recruits, not yet official on paperwork, (Top Secrets were rarely official on paperwork), seeing as The Secretary of Defense John Keller was still trying to find soldiers the Autobots were willing to work alongside - and that Ratchet was doing most of the rejecting most of the persons being tried.
Title: Start of something new
Rating: K
Characters: Jazz
T-Verse: any/all - Generation 1
Summary: Every habit has to start somehwere - or why Jazz is always assiting Prowl
Prompt: 7 - INTRUSION
“Hey, doc-“
“Get out!” Loose items are tossed about.
He retreats behind the corner, waits for the barrage of non-traditional projectiles to end. It doesn’t. In fact, the things thrown get begigger and heavier. “Fine!” he shouts. “I’m leaving.” He turns, retreates down the well-traveled hallway.
He spots a friend. “Hey, Blaster, do you mind if”
He’s cut off again. “You picked are really bad time to ask for something.”
“I just want-“
“Here,” a brand new CD is thrust in his hands. “Take it and go.”
Bemused, he walks away, turning the plastic-wrapped case around and around. It isn’t by someone he particularly likes, but a gift is a gift.
While ambling to his next appointment, he spots someone who will enjoy this particular recording even more. “Perceptor!”
“No time,” Perceptor runs - does not trot, actually runs - “Wheeljack’s playing with Tachyons and neutrinos.”
The bypassed mech shutters his optics in disbelieve. He couldn’t believe everybot was too busy. He glanced towards the one office he himself had ignored many times over the last several orns.
Well, Prowl couldn’t’ brush him aside. Not if he brought energon. Jazz knew the Tactician (probably) hadn’t refueled, and he could make it his job to make sure he did eat. Even if it meant interrupting the always increasing paperwork.