[FIC] Fic Meme [2/6]
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: See Part 1 for full notes.
1. Blaster
2. Springer
3. Skywarp
4. Rumble
5. Hook
6. Red Alert
7. Perceptor
8. Soundwave
9. Roadbuster
10. Prowl
'You': Optimus
WHAT WOULD THEY DO UNDER THE FOLLOWING CIRCUMSTANCES?
2 serial killers are hunting you down. What will Number 1 do?
Blaster crouched down next to a panting Optimus, looking at the older mech curiously as he absently began playing a quiet dirge. Optimus glared at him. "Not. Helping."
Blaster smirked and silenced the music, before releasing a signal that completely fragged their pursuers systems.
You're on a vacation with Number 2 and you accidentally break your leg while out in the wilderness. What does Number 2 do?
Springer stared down at his leader and tried very hard not to laugh. He couldn't hide how very amused he was due to his big grin, but he wasn't about to laugh at Optimus Prime.
Where the mech could hear him.
Optimus glared at the Wrecker for a moment before sighing and staring mournfully at his smashed leg. He was very thankful that he could turn off his pain sensors so he couldn't actually feel his smashed leg, but even looking at it caused him to wince. And it didn't help that the injury was completely his own fault. He should have known better than to try to climb such an unstable looking cliff, but he had wanted to see what Springer had found so fascinating up there. And now look at him.
Springer finally gained control over himself and jumped down, landing gracefully next to the downed Prime and taking a close look at the destroyed leg. He looked mildly impressed. Still amused, but impressed. "I can't believe you managed to do this to yourself."
Optimus glared.
After a moment of studying the limb, Springer finally nodded and... pulled a leg out of subspace? Optimus boggled.
Springer looked at him, glanced at the leg, and shrugged. "You never know when you'll need a spare," he said as he laid the leg on the ground and set about disassembling it for parts.
Optimus watched him, feeling a bit faint, and tried very hard not to imagine what other kinds of 'spares' Springer kept.
It's your birthday. What will 3 give you?
Optimus stared at the grisly thing that sat on his desk, looking around to see if the one who put it there would reveal himself. No such luck, though he did detect the faint scent of ozone that clued him in to the gift giver's identity.
Optimus sighed and reach out to poke at the disembodied head that Skywarp had left him, noticing with slight satisfaction that it belonged to the very Decepticon that had single-handedly injured nearly a dozen Autobots. He laughed quietly as he carefully moved the head from his desk and placed it in a storage cabinet, wondering how he could thank Skywarp for the rather... interesting gift.
You're stuck in a burning house. What does Number 4 do?
Optimus glared at the tiny mech he held in his hand after rescuing him from the still smoldering rubble. "Was that really necessary?"
Rumble coughed and tried to wipe ash off his face, only succeeding in spreading it around. "It stopped the fire, didn't it?"
Optimus continued to glare, his head throbbing from where a support beam had landed on it, and wondered if causing an earthquake was Rumble's solution to everything.
You're about to do something that will make you feel extremely embarrassed. What will number 5 do?
"Is the video camera really necessary?"
Hook smirked. "Of course it is."
Optimus sighed.
You're about to marry Number 10. What's Number 6's reaction?
Red stared. "You're... getting bonded to Prowl?"
Optimus nodded, wondering why Red Alert was having such a difficult time with the concept. "Yes, I am. Is there a problem?"
Red Alert stared a moment longer before starting to laugh. Evilly. "Oh, this is good."
Optimus suddenly felt very, very afraid.
You got dumped by someone. How would Number 7 cheer you up?
"It... it will be all right, sir. After all, as the humans say, there are other fish in the sea." Optimus ignored him, continuing to sulk and pout like an overgrown sparkling. Perceptor sighed. "You know, this is getting a bit ridiculous, sir. It's been over an Earth month that you've been hiding in here and Prowl can't handle everything on his own forever."
Optimus continued to ignore him.
Perceptor watched him for a moment before sighing and speaking quietly into his comm. Time for plan B.
***
Optimus stared incredulously at the mech the Twins had carried in and bound to his berth, before turning to stare at Perceptor in confusion. "What?"
Perceptor grinned. "Plan B, sir," he said as he turned to leave. "Enjoy."
You're very angry at someone, how does Number 8 calm you down?
The Autobots and Decepticons stared blankly at the unconscious Prime for a few long moments before Megatron slowly turned to his communications officer. "Did you just... telepathically put him into a coma?" he asked, much more calmly than he truly felt.
Soundwave stared at him as if he were an idiot. "Yes."
Megatron nodded slowly. "Ok then," he mumbled before his processor caught up with what was happening and short circuited.
Soundwave watched as his leader crashed to the ground, helm sparking, followed soon after bt each and every other Cybertronian present. Soundwave sighed.
You compete in some tournament. How does Number 9 support you?
Optimus stared, rebooted his optics, and stared some more. "Is that a... baseball cap on your head?"
Roadbuster nodded, reaching up to adjust the cap. "We'll I did want to show my support." He cheerfully waved a small flag. "I wasn't able to find a giant foam hand though," he said mournfully, still waving the flag.
Optimus nodded and slowly began backing away.
You can't stop laughing. What will Number 10 do?
Ratchet smirked as he looked down at a whimpering Optimus. "You'll never learn, will you?" He laughed, taking a few image captures before motioning for his helpers to come lift the poor Prime off the floor. "I can't believe you laughed at him."
Optimus glared from his... knotted position on the floor, which only made the medic - and his helpers, the slaggers - laugh harder. It was his own fault, really. He did know better than to annoy an already agitated Prowl; but he honestly never expected his SIC to actually hogtie him for laughing.
Author: kirin-saga
Rated: G-PG
Characters/Pairings: Various
Universes: G1, IDW
Summary: Lots of little ficlets.
A/N: See Part 1 for full notes.
1. Blaster
2. Springer
3. Skywarp
4. Rumble
5. Hook
6. Red Alert
7. Perceptor
8. Soundwave
9. Roadbuster
10. Prowl
'You': Optimus
WHAT WOULD THEY DO UNDER THE FOLLOWING CIRCUMSTANCES?
2 serial killers are hunting you down. What will Number 1 do?
Blaster crouched down next to a panting Optimus, looking at the older mech curiously as he absently began playing a quiet dirge. Optimus glared at him. "Not. Helping."
Blaster smirked and silenced the music, before releasing a signal that completely fragged their pursuers systems.
You're on a vacation with Number 2 and you accidentally break your leg while out in the wilderness. What does Number 2 do?
Springer stared down at his leader and tried very hard not to laugh. He couldn't hide how very amused he was due to his big grin, but he wasn't about to laugh at Optimus Prime.
Where the mech could hear him.
Optimus glared at the Wrecker for a moment before sighing and staring mournfully at his smashed leg. He was very thankful that he could turn off his pain sensors so he couldn't actually feel his smashed leg, but even looking at it caused him to wince. And it didn't help that the injury was completely his own fault. He should have known better than to try to climb such an unstable looking cliff, but he had wanted to see what Springer had found so fascinating up there. And now look at him.
Springer finally gained control over himself and jumped down, landing gracefully next to the downed Prime and taking a close look at the destroyed leg. He looked mildly impressed. Still amused, but impressed. "I can't believe you managed to do this to yourself."
Optimus glared.
After a moment of studying the limb, Springer finally nodded and... pulled a leg out of subspace? Optimus boggled.
Springer looked at him, glanced at the leg, and shrugged. "You never know when you'll need a spare," he said as he laid the leg on the ground and set about disassembling it for parts.
Optimus watched him, feeling a bit faint, and tried very hard not to imagine what other kinds of 'spares' Springer kept.
It's your birthday. What will 3 give you?
Optimus stared at the grisly thing that sat on his desk, looking around to see if the one who put it there would reveal himself. No such luck, though he did detect the faint scent of ozone that clued him in to the gift giver's identity.
Optimus sighed and reach out to poke at the disembodied head that Skywarp had left him, noticing with slight satisfaction that it belonged to the very Decepticon that had single-handedly injured nearly a dozen Autobots. He laughed quietly as he carefully moved the head from his desk and placed it in a storage cabinet, wondering how he could thank Skywarp for the rather... interesting gift.
You're stuck in a burning house. What does Number 4 do?
Optimus glared at the tiny mech he held in his hand after rescuing him from the still smoldering rubble. "Was that really necessary?"
Rumble coughed and tried to wipe ash off his face, only succeeding in spreading it around. "It stopped the fire, didn't it?"
Optimus continued to glare, his head throbbing from where a support beam had landed on it, and wondered if causing an earthquake was Rumble's solution to everything.
You're about to do something that will make you feel extremely embarrassed. What will number 5 do?
"Is the video camera really necessary?"
Hook smirked. "Of course it is."
Optimus sighed.
You're about to marry Number 10. What's Number 6's reaction?
Red stared. "You're... getting bonded to Prowl?"
Optimus nodded, wondering why Red Alert was having such a difficult time with the concept. "Yes, I am. Is there a problem?"
Red Alert stared a moment longer before starting to laugh. Evilly. "Oh, this is good."
Optimus suddenly felt very, very afraid.
You got dumped by someone. How would Number 7 cheer you up?
"It... it will be all right, sir. After all, as the humans say, there are other fish in the sea." Optimus ignored him, continuing to sulk and pout like an overgrown sparkling. Perceptor sighed. "You know, this is getting a bit ridiculous, sir. It's been over an Earth month that you've been hiding in here and Prowl can't handle everything on his own forever."
Optimus continued to ignore him.
Perceptor watched him for a moment before sighing and speaking quietly into his comm. Time for plan B.
***
Optimus stared incredulously at the mech the Twins had carried in and bound to his berth, before turning to stare at Perceptor in confusion. "What?"
Perceptor grinned. "Plan B, sir," he said as he turned to leave. "Enjoy."
You're very angry at someone, how does Number 8 calm you down?
The Autobots and Decepticons stared blankly at the unconscious Prime for a few long moments before Megatron slowly turned to his communications officer. "Did you just... telepathically put him into a coma?" he asked, much more calmly than he truly felt.
Soundwave stared at him as if he were an idiot. "Yes."
Megatron nodded slowly. "Ok then," he mumbled before his processor caught up with what was happening and short circuited.
Soundwave watched as his leader crashed to the ground, helm sparking, followed soon after bt each and every other Cybertronian present. Soundwave sighed.
You compete in some tournament. How does Number 9 support you?
Optimus stared, rebooted his optics, and stared some more. "Is that a... baseball cap on your head?"
Roadbuster nodded, reaching up to adjust the cap. "We'll I did want to show my support." He cheerfully waved a small flag. "I wasn't able to find a giant foam hand though," he said mournfully, still waving the flag.
Optimus nodded and slowly began backing away.
You can't stop laughing. What will Number 10 do?
Ratchet smirked as he looked down at a whimpering Optimus. "You'll never learn, will you?" He laughed, taking a few image captures before motioning for his helpers to come lift the poor Prime off the floor. "I can't believe you laughed at him."
Optimus glared from his... knotted position on the floor, which only made the medic - and his helpers, the slaggers - laugh harder. It was his own fault, really. He did know better than to annoy an already agitated Prowl; but he honestly never expected his SIC to actually hogtie him for laughing.