[FIC] Fic Meme [1/6]
Title: Fic Meme (creative, I know)
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: G-PG
Characters/Pairings: Various
Universes: G1, IDW
Summary: Lots of little ficlets.
A/N: Saw this on alabaster_demon's LJ: First you randomly pick 10 characters from a manga/anime/book/game/movie/real life/etc. They can be male or female. Or even not human, I suppose.
1. Blaster
2. Springer
3. Skywarp
4. Rumble
5. Hook
6. Red Alert
7. Perceptor
8. Soundwave
9. Roadbuster
10. Prowl
'You': Optimus
Then you answer the questions below by plugging in the person next to the respective number into the question!
Now, before you read the results of my list, here is a link to the unfilled questions in case you want to try this yourself.
Also, posted in parts because long meme is long. I'm not quite finished yet.
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WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF
Number 1 woke you up in the middle of the night ‘cause he/she had a bad dream?
Optimus tiredly, blankly, stared at the mech that stood nervously just outside his door, trying to make sense of his... odd request. "You... what?"
Blaster fidgeted a bit and looked at the taller mech with his best kicked puppy expression. "I had a bad dream and Papa and Dad aren't here, can I sleep with you?"
That's what he thought the youngling had said. He sighed. "Blaster, it was one thing when you were a sparkling, but I don't think it would be appropriate now."
Blaster pouted. "Please, Hoppy?"
Optimus froze at the nickname; he could never refuse Blaster anything when he used that name in that tone. Prime groaned. "Fine, Blaster," he said as he stepped to the side to allow Blaster to enter his room. "Just... don't let your creators know. I have a feeling they wouldn't approve."
Blaster grinned and gave Optimus a hug before entering the room.
Number 2 asked you to go out with him/her?
Optimus stared in disbelief at Springer before quickly going over what he had just heard a few times and, when what he had heard hadn't changed, rebooted his audials and calmly asked the Wrecker to repeat himself.
Springer grinned, bouncing lightly on his feet and generally acting far too perky for Optimus' peace of mind. "I asked if you wanted to go get a drink or something; you've been couped up in here for way too many orns and you need to get out. And get drunk with me."
So he hadn't misheard after all. Optimus continued to stare at the grinning Wrecker, wondering if Springer had already gotten a head start on getting drunk, and quietly thought over the proposal. While he did finally realize he needed a break, he wasn't convinced getting drunk with Springer was the safest option. While Springer himself was rather oblivious about being the focus of others attentions, Optimus fully realized that if he were to take him up on his offer, he would have two very pissed off and jealous mechs gunning for him, one of whom was another Wrecker and knew several hundred different ways to hide a body. Optimus winced. "Maybe some other time."
Springer pouted.
Number 3 walked into the bathroom while you're showering? (Assuming you forgot to lock the door and not that you're an exhibitionist of some sort.)
"You missed a spot."
Optimus jumped, dropped his scrub brush, and whirled around to face the owner of the very unexpected voice. Skywarp smirked as the sudden movement cause the Prime to fall into a very undignified heap on the floor of the washrack. Optimus stared blankly up at him.
Skywarp took a few image captures of the downed mech before teleporting away, his laughter echoing in the small room.
Optimus twitched.
Number 4 announced he's/she's going to marry tomorrow?
Optimus stared at the tiny mech in confusion, wondering why he had thought Optimus needed to be informed of this and why he had come here to tell him. "Uh..." Optimus thought for a moment. "Congratulations?"
Rumble sighed and held up a datapad. "I need a Prime's signature for it to be official and he won't settle for anything less. So... please?" He looked faintly embarrassed by that last word, and refused to look up at Optimus as he waited for the Autobot to reply.
Optimus stared a moment longer, causing Rumble to fidget a bit, before cautiously reaching down and taking the datapad. He read the contents, confirmed that they were in fact what the cassette had said they were, and placed his signature at the bottom. "I... I hope you two have a happy life together," he said as he handed the datapad back.
Rumble said a quiet thank you before disappearing back into the Ark's ventilation ducts.
Number 5 cooked dinner for you?
Optimus stared dubiously at the strangely colored energon that had been handed to him through the bars of his cell. After watching it bubble and foam for a moment, he carefully set it aside and looked at the mech who had handed it too him.
Hook scowled and crossed his arms. "We're low on supplies, ok? Just be glad I didn't let Mixmaster make it; it would have eaten through the floor by now."
Optimus shuddered and gave the cube a halfhearted poke as he watched the Constructicon stomp out of the brig.
Number 6 was sitting beside you on a couch, asleep?
Optimus sat very, very still as the mech sleeping against him shifted into a more comfortable position. While the fact that Red Alert had fallen asleep against him told him how much the usually paranoid mech trusted him, he really wished he had chosen a better time to show it. Like when Inferno wasn't in the room to glare at him.
Seeing the dirty look aimed at him from the angry fire truck, Optimus attempted to make himself as small as possible and made a note to check his quarters for flammable substances.
Number 7 suddenly confessed to be part of your family?
"You're what?!"
Perceptor winced and backed away from the flabbergasted Prime. "Your creator, sir." At Optimus' continued staring, he continued. "I'm sorry for not telling you and giving you up but you see I was rather young at the time and still in school so I could barely afford to take care of myself let alone a sparkling but I made sure you had a very good home and I kept track of you and you can't imagine how proud of you I was when you were appointed Prime and I would have told you sooner but I was afraid of how you'd react and I'm bothering you, aren't I? I'm sorry." With that, he turned and ran from the room.
Optimus continued to stare at the spot his head scientist... no, his creator, had just vacated for a long, long while.
Number 8 got into the hospital somehow?
Optimus stared at the mech lying unconscious on the medical berth, quietly watching as Ratchet finished repairing a cracked fuel pump. As Ratchet carefully removed his hands from Soundwave’s body and began replacing that piece of the Decepticon's armour, Optimus finally broke the silence. "How is he?"
Ratchet didn't even glance up as he answered, "Considering the severity of his injuries, he's doing remarkably well," he said as he finished up and finally looked over at Optimus as he began wiping the energon from his hands with a cloth. "That fuel pump was the last thing needing repairs." He tossed the soiled cloth to the side and glared at Optimus. "Now would you mind telling me why you dragged him to my medbay instead of letting the 'Cons deal with him?"
Optimus hesitated, recalling how Blaster had scrambled up to him, rambling incoherently and dragging him away from the others and towards an area closer to the Decepticons' side of the battlefield than the Autobots'. He recalled how Blaster had pulled him to the damaged Decepticon's side and in his panic revealed a secret Blaster would probably regret telling him. The revelation had left Optimus in a strong enough state of shock that he had automatically given in to Blaster's upset pleading.
A low growl quickly brought Optimus to the present and he finally answered the annoyed medic. "It just seemed like the right thing to do."
Number 9 said your friends were all morons?
Optimus glared. Roadbuster smirked. Optimus glared harder. "They are not!" the Prime finally replied, fed up with the staring contest and angry that the Wrecker had even said such a thing. "How could you even think-"
"Because they are," the Wrecker answered calmly, no longer smirking. "They all may have battle experience but not all battles are alike and they have no idea what we have to go through to accomplish the missions they give us." He was growling now, no longer quite as calm. "They have no idea what we have to resort to to pull off some of those stunts and you're all complete morons if you think we can just waltz in there, complete our tasks, and waltz out with nary a scratch! Springer nearly died on that last mission and if it hadn't been Topspin with him, he would have! You can't keep sending us into these situations constantly. We need a break once in a while to recover. How can you even think we can handle all this that you mindlessly throw us into?!"
Optimus winced, realizing that Roadbuster had a point. It was just too easy to believe the Wreckers could do anything, win any battle or complete any mission no matter how hopeless, that it was easy to forget they weren't immortal. Way too easy to forget. But the problem was that these missions needed to be done and the Wreckers were the best ones for the job. And with the ever escalating hostilities, he couldn't afford to give the Wreckers the time off they so desperately needed.
So Optimus schooled his expression and looked Roadbuster right in the optics as he ordered him from his office, doing his best to ignore the guilt throbbing in his spark.
Number 10 began to ignore you?
Optimus shuffled his feet and nervously glanced up and down the hall to make sure no one was around to witness his humiliation. Satisfied that he was alone, he once again knocked on the door in front of him. "Prowl, please open the door so we can discuss this." No answer. "Could you please at least tell me what it was I did?" Still, no answer.
Optimus sighed. Prowl had been using Jazz as a go between all day and Optimus couldn't figure out why. Not even Jazz knew, but the third in command was amused anyways and refused to ask Prowl for him. Which led him here, to the closed door of Prowl's office, pleading like someone who had pissed off a femme. Which was a very dangerous thought to have considering he was pleading with someone he had somehow pissed off and who was not a femme. As far as he knew. Which was another very dangerous thought to have.
Optimus sighed and leaned forward against the door. "If I bring you some energon and a new book file, will you let me in?" he asked, leaping away from the door as something heavy was suddenly thrown against it. At least it proved that Prowl was indeed in his office.
Definitely a femme in disguise.
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: G-PG
Characters/Pairings: Various
Universes: G1, IDW
Summary: Lots of little ficlets.
A/N: Saw this on alabaster_demon's LJ: First you randomly pick 10 characters from a manga/anime/book/game/movie/real life/etc. They can be male or female. Or even not human, I suppose.
1. Blaster
2. Springer
3. Skywarp
4. Rumble
5. Hook
6. Red Alert
7. Perceptor
8. Soundwave
9. Roadbuster
10. Prowl
'You': Optimus
Then you answer the questions below by plugging in the person next to the respective number into the question!
Now, before you read the results of my list, here is a link to the unfilled questions in case you want to try this yourself.
Also, posted in parts because long meme is long. I'm not quite finished yet.
____________________________
WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF
Number 1 woke you up in the middle of the night ‘cause he/she had a bad dream?
Optimus tiredly, blankly, stared at the mech that stood nervously just outside his door, trying to make sense of his... odd request. "You... what?"
Blaster fidgeted a bit and looked at the taller mech with his best kicked puppy expression. "I had a bad dream and Papa and Dad aren't here, can I sleep with you?"
That's what he thought the youngling had said. He sighed. "Blaster, it was one thing when you were a sparkling, but I don't think it would be appropriate now."
Blaster pouted. "Please, Hoppy?"
Optimus froze at the nickname; he could never refuse Blaster anything when he used that name in that tone. Prime groaned. "Fine, Blaster," he said as he stepped to the side to allow Blaster to enter his room. "Just... don't let your creators know. I have a feeling they wouldn't approve."
Blaster grinned and gave Optimus a hug before entering the room.
Number 2 asked you to go out with him/her?
Optimus stared in disbelief at Springer before quickly going over what he had just heard a few times and, when what he had heard hadn't changed, rebooted his audials and calmly asked the Wrecker to repeat himself.
Springer grinned, bouncing lightly on his feet and generally acting far too perky for Optimus' peace of mind. "I asked if you wanted to go get a drink or something; you've been couped up in here for way too many orns and you need to get out. And get drunk with me."
So he hadn't misheard after all. Optimus continued to stare at the grinning Wrecker, wondering if Springer had already gotten a head start on getting drunk, and quietly thought over the proposal. While he did finally realize he needed a break, he wasn't convinced getting drunk with Springer was the safest option. While Springer himself was rather oblivious about being the focus of others attentions, Optimus fully realized that if he were to take him up on his offer, he would have two very pissed off and jealous mechs gunning for him, one of whom was another Wrecker and knew several hundred different ways to hide a body. Optimus winced. "Maybe some other time."
Springer pouted.
Number 3 walked into the bathroom while you're showering? (Assuming you forgot to lock the door and not that you're an exhibitionist of some sort.)
"You missed a spot."
Optimus jumped, dropped his scrub brush, and whirled around to face the owner of the very unexpected voice. Skywarp smirked as the sudden movement cause the Prime to fall into a very undignified heap on the floor of the washrack. Optimus stared blankly up at him.
Skywarp took a few image captures of the downed mech before teleporting away, his laughter echoing in the small room.
Optimus twitched.
Number 4 announced he's/she's going to marry tomorrow?
Optimus stared at the tiny mech in confusion, wondering why he had thought Optimus needed to be informed of this and why he had come here to tell him. "Uh..." Optimus thought for a moment. "Congratulations?"
Rumble sighed and held up a datapad. "I need a Prime's signature for it to be official and he won't settle for anything less. So... please?" He looked faintly embarrassed by that last word, and refused to look up at Optimus as he waited for the Autobot to reply.
Optimus stared a moment longer, causing Rumble to fidget a bit, before cautiously reaching down and taking the datapad. He read the contents, confirmed that they were in fact what the cassette had said they were, and placed his signature at the bottom. "I... I hope you two have a happy life together," he said as he handed the datapad back.
Rumble said a quiet thank you before disappearing back into the Ark's ventilation ducts.
Number 5 cooked dinner for you?
Optimus stared dubiously at the strangely colored energon that had been handed to him through the bars of his cell. After watching it bubble and foam for a moment, he carefully set it aside and looked at the mech who had handed it too him.
Hook scowled and crossed his arms. "We're low on supplies, ok? Just be glad I didn't let Mixmaster make it; it would have eaten through the floor by now."
Optimus shuddered and gave the cube a halfhearted poke as he watched the Constructicon stomp out of the brig.
Number 6 was sitting beside you on a couch, asleep?
Optimus sat very, very still as the mech sleeping against him shifted into a more comfortable position. While the fact that Red Alert had fallen asleep against him told him how much the usually paranoid mech trusted him, he really wished he had chosen a better time to show it. Like when Inferno wasn't in the room to glare at him.
Seeing the dirty look aimed at him from the angry fire truck, Optimus attempted to make himself as small as possible and made a note to check his quarters for flammable substances.
Number 7 suddenly confessed to be part of your family?
"You're what?!"
Perceptor winced and backed away from the flabbergasted Prime. "Your creator, sir." At Optimus' continued staring, he continued. "I'm sorry for not telling you and giving you up but you see I was rather young at the time and still in school so I could barely afford to take care of myself let alone a sparkling but I made sure you had a very good home and I kept track of you and you can't imagine how proud of you I was when you were appointed Prime and I would have told you sooner but I was afraid of how you'd react and I'm bothering you, aren't I? I'm sorry." With that, he turned and ran from the room.
Optimus continued to stare at the spot his head scientist... no, his creator, had just vacated for a long, long while.
Number 8 got into the hospital somehow?
Optimus stared at the mech lying unconscious on the medical berth, quietly watching as Ratchet finished repairing a cracked fuel pump. As Ratchet carefully removed his hands from Soundwave’s body and began replacing that piece of the Decepticon's armour, Optimus finally broke the silence. "How is he?"
Ratchet didn't even glance up as he answered, "Considering the severity of his injuries, he's doing remarkably well," he said as he finished up and finally looked over at Optimus as he began wiping the energon from his hands with a cloth. "That fuel pump was the last thing needing repairs." He tossed the soiled cloth to the side and glared at Optimus. "Now would you mind telling me why you dragged him to my medbay instead of letting the 'Cons deal with him?"
Optimus hesitated, recalling how Blaster had scrambled up to him, rambling incoherently and dragging him away from the others and towards an area closer to the Decepticons' side of the battlefield than the Autobots'. He recalled how Blaster had pulled him to the damaged Decepticon's side and in his panic revealed a secret Blaster would probably regret telling him. The revelation had left Optimus in a strong enough state of shock that he had automatically given in to Blaster's upset pleading.
A low growl quickly brought Optimus to the present and he finally answered the annoyed medic. "It just seemed like the right thing to do."
Number 9 said your friends were all morons?
Optimus glared. Roadbuster smirked. Optimus glared harder. "They are not!" the Prime finally replied, fed up with the staring contest and angry that the Wrecker had even said such a thing. "How could you even think-"
"Because they are," the Wrecker answered calmly, no longer smirking. "They all may have battle experience but not all battles are alike and they have no idea what we have to go through to accomplish the missions they give us." He was growling now, no longer quite as calm. "They have no idea what we have to resort to to pull off some of those stunts and you're all complete morons if you think we can just waltz in there, complete our tasks, and waltz out with nary a scratch! Springer nearly died on that last mission and if it hadn't been Topspin with him, he would have! You can't keep sending us into these situations constantly. We need a break once in a while to recover. How can you even think we can handle all this that you mindlessly throw us into?!"
Optimus winced, realizing that Roadbuster had a point. It was just too easy to believe the Wreckers could do anything, win any battle or complete any mission no matter how hopeless, that it was easy to forget they weren't immortal. Way too easy to forget. But the problem was that these missions needed to be done and the Wreckers were the best ones for the job. And with the ever escalating hostilities, he couldn't afford to give the Wreckers the time off they so desperately needed.
So Optimus schooled his expression and looked Roadbuster right in the optics as he ordered him from his office, doing his best to ignore the guilt throbbing in his spark.
Number 10 began to ignore you?
Optimus shuffled his feet and nervously glanced up and down the hall to make sure no one was around to witness his humiliation. Satisfied that he was alone, he once again knocked on the door in front of him. "Prowl, please open the door so we can discuss this." No answer. "Could you please at least tell me what it was I did?" Still, no answer.
Optimus sighed. Prowl had been using Jazz as a go between all day and Optimus couldn't figure out why. Not even Jazz knew, but the third in command was amused anyways and refused to ask Prowl for him. Which led him here, to the closed door of Prowl's office, pleading like someone who had pissed off a femme. Which was a very dangerous thought to have considering he was pleading with someone he had somehow pissed off and who was not a femme. As far as he knew. Which was another very dangerous thought to have.
Optimus sighed and leaned forward against the door. "If I bring you some energon and a new book file, will you let me in?" he asked, leaping away from the door as something heavy was suddenly thrown against it. At least it proved that Prowl was indeed in his office.
Definitely a femme in disguise.