[FIC] Fic Meme [4-5/6]
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
FRIENDSHIP PART
Number 1 is wondering if he/she has a soulmate. What do you say?
"Everyone has a soulmate, Blaster," he told the curious youngling that sat at his feet. "However, not everyone meets there's."
Blaster frowned as he watched Optimus work. "But how will I know if I meet mine?"
Optimus smiled and sat down his datapad. "You'll just know, Blaster. Don't worry, you'll know."
Would Number 2 ever trust Number 5?
Optimus briefly wondered if he had somehow damaged his logic circuits. That was the only way that this situation would make any kind of sense.
"So if I put this gunk of Mixmaster's into this particular acid-"
"You get a rather large explosion. Bonecrusher enjoys it."
Springer grinned brightly at Hook. "Nice!"
Optimus crashed.
Number 3 wants to go shopping, will Number 7 come along?
"I... I think I'll stay here, if you don't mind. He's going to want to go to the joke shops and I'd much rather remain ignorant of what he's planning. It's better for my sanity."
Optimus pouted.
Number 4 is bored and pokes Number 10. What happens after that?
"Optimus, he keeps poking me."
Optimus sighed, wondering why he always had to get stuck with the children. "Then poke him back; I'm busy," he growled as he continued in his appointed task. For one blessed moment, there was quiet. But then...
"Prime, tell him to pick on someone his own size!"
Optimus growled. "You brought this on yourself by poking him, Rumble! Now if you'll excuse me." He stalked off, mumbling under his breath as he finally escaped his SIC and the captured 'Con.
This was the last time he let Ratchet talk him into babysitting Prowl when the mech's battle computer malfunctioned.
Number 5 and Number 1 are forced to go to the same school. What class will they take together?
Blaster stared curiously at the other sparkling, watching as the little green and purple mech carefully put the toy skyscraper next to another toy building. Seeing another building on his side of the play mat, Blaster gently picked it up and moved it closer to the other sparkling.
Hook paused and looked at the building, smiling at Blaster as he took it and set it on the other side of the skyscraper.
Blaster smiled. Maybe Papa and Daddy were right; maybe he would enjoy pre-school.
If Number 6 and Number 3 cooked dinner together, what would they make?
"Is it supposed to do that?" Red Alert asked, watching as the vat of liquid started to twitch and overflow. And started moaning. Oh slag. "Is it... alive?"
Skywarp shrugged and watched as what should have been a special batch of energon slowly began to crawl towards them. He panicked. "Looks like!" he screamed, quickly grabbing Red Alert and warping away.
He hoped Optimus and Inferno weren't really looking forward to a home cooked meal.
Number 7 and Number 9 apply for a job together. What job?
They stared at each other, surprised and embarrassed to see each other here. Finally, after a few long moments, Roadbuster finally asked: "So... here for the sparkling sitting job too?"
Number 8 gives Number 5 a haircut. Is that okay?
Hook cowered against the far wall. "Oh no! You are not gluing any type of wig on me; I don't care how many bets you lost!"
Soundwave pouted.
Number 10 sketches Number 6. Will Number 6 be happy?
Red Alert stared at the drawing Prowl had just handed him, studying it carefully before glancing up at the artist. "I don't look that young, do I?"
Prowl smirked and nodded.
Number 10 and Number 8 are laughing while they talk. What is their conversation about?
The Autobots and Decepticons watched, feeling a profound sense of horror, as Soundwave and Prowl talked. Some where curious over what they found so funny, but most where far too scared to wonder exactly what had managed to cause those two, of all mechs, to fall to the ground in hysterical laughter.
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF…
Number 1 accidentally kicked Number 10?
Blaster winced and stared nervously up at the adult mech when he realized exactly who it was he had kicked. "Sorry," he mumbled, wondering if kicking Prowl meant he would get grounded. Or worse, have his music taken away.
Prowl frowned at the upset sparkling for a few moments before realizing his staring was causing Blaster to start to cry. He sighed. "It's all right, Blaster. Smokescreen and I do look a lot alike. Just be more sure of your target next time."
Blaster smiled and nodded as he ran off in search of the correct mech, happy he had gotten away without even a lecture.
Number 2 sent Number 9 an e-mail?
Roadbuster smiled as he read the e-mail once again. While he was confused over Springer's belief that he was interested in Optimus, and slightly upset that Springer apparently gave his blessing, the fact that said blessing was buried in about five pages of babbling lifted his spark. Springer only babble for two reasons. One, he was embarrassed and Roadbuster didn't think that was the case here. Or, two, he was jealous and was trying to hide it. Springer was jealous over Roadbuster's non-existent relationship with Optimus. The Wrecker smirked.
Take that, Hot Rod.
Number 4 and Number 7 discovered they made out while being drunk?
The Autobot and Decepticon stared at each other. "We never speak of this again," Rumble growled.
Perceptor nodded and looked away. "Agreed."
Number 5 and Number 6 took a walk together, what do they talk about?
"Ok, I get Inferno Monday through Wednesday, you get him Thursday through Saturday, and we alternate Sundays," Red Alert said, mentally adding the dates to his schedule as he and his companion drove down the highway.
The crane thought a moment, before rumbling in agreement. "Acceptable"
Number 5 noticed she/he wasn't invited for your birthday?
Optimus couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But we don't even like each other!"
Hook glared. "That's no excuse for rudeness."
Number 7 won the lottery?
Perceptor frowned. "I won what?"
Smokescreen smirked and handed him a datapad. "You won the lottery!" The Datsun was almost bouncing in excitement.
Perceptor stared blankly at the datapad as he took it. He glanced at it then look up in confusion. "There was a lottery?"
Smokescreen facepalmed.
Number 8 had quite a big secret?
Soundwave sighed in relief as he finally managed to herd his cassettes from his quarters. He closed and locked the door once they were out of sight, pausing a long moment to give the immediate area a quick mental scan.
All clear.
Soundwave almost bounced as he crossed his room to the storage locker that sat in the corner. Undoing all five locks, he carefully opened the locker and gently lifted his most prized possession into his arms.
He loved his sock monkey.
Number 4 became a famous singer?
"FOR THE LAST TIME, NO, I WILL NOT APPEAR ON YOUR SLAGGING STUPID TALK SHOW!!!!"
Soundwave winced at the volume Rumble's voice reached and vowed to screen all of Rumble's calls in the future.
Number 10 had a daughter?
Ironhide frowned at the depressed Datsun, thinking over what he had just heard. "A daughter?"
Prowl nodded as he gazed mournfully at the tabletop, resting his head on his arms. "Yes, I had her shortly after I graduated from the Academy. She was so..." He sighed. "So perfect. I wanted to give her everything."
Ironhide laid a comforting hand on Prowl's shoulder. "What happened?" he questioned gently, realizing the mech needed to talk about this.
Prowl sighed again, turning his head slightly so he could look at Ironhide out of the corner of his optics. "She grew up, met someone, and..." He looked away. "They died... before the war."
Ironhide frowned; he had expected that from the way Prowl was acting, but he had hoped otherwise. "What was her name?" He was hesitant to ask, but he was curious.
Prowl sighed. "Ariel. My little Ariel."
Ironhide stared.
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
FRIENDSHIP PART
Number 1 is wondering if he/she has a soulmate. What do you say?
"Everyone has a soulmate, Blaster," he told the curious youngling that sat at his feet. "However, not everyone meets there's."
Blaster frowned as he watched Optimus work. "But how will I know if I meet mine?"
Optimus smiled and sat down his datapad. "You'll just know, Blaster. Don't worry, you'll know."
Would Number 2 ever trust Number 5?
Optimus briefly wondered if he had somehow damaged his logic circuits. That was the only way that this situation would make any kind of sense.
"So if I put this gunk of Mixmaster's into this particular acid-"
"You get a rather large explosion. Bonecrusher enjoys it."
Springer grinned brightly at Hook. "Nice!"
Optimus crashed.
Number 3 wants to go shopping, will Number 7 come along?
"I... I think I'll stay here, if you don't mind. He's going to want to go to the joke shops and I'd much rather remain ignorant of what he's planning. It's better for my sanity."
Optimus pouted.
Number 4 is bored and pokes Number 10. What happens after that?
"Optimus, he keeps poking me."
Optimus sighed, wondering why he always had to get stuck with the children. "Then poke him back; I'm busy," he growled as he continued in his appointed task. For one blessed moment, there was quiet. But then...
"Prime, tell him to pick on someone his own size!"
Optimus growled. "You brought this on yourself by poking him, Rumble! Now if you'll excuse me." He stalked off, mumbling under his breath as he finally escaped his SIC and the captured 'Con.
This was the last time he let Ratchet talk him into babysitting Prowl when the mech's battle computer malfunctioned.
Number 5 and Number 1 are forced to go to the same school. What class will they take together?
Blaster stared curiously at the other sparkling, watching as the little green and purple mech carefully put the toy skyscraper next to another toy building. Seeing another building on his side of the play mat, Blaster gently picked it up and moved it closer to the other sparkling.
Hook paused and looked at the building, smiling at Blaster as he took it and set it on the other side of the skyscraper.
Blaster smiled. Maybe Papa and Daddy were right; maybe he would enjoy pre-school.
If Number 6 and Number 3 cooked dinner together, what would they make?
"Is it supposed to do that?" Red Alert asked, watching as the vat of liquid started to twitch and overflow. And started moaning. Oh slag. "Is it... alive?"
Skywarp shrugged and watched as what should have been a special batch of energon slowly began to crawl towards them. He panicked. "Looks like!" he screamed, quickly grabbing Red Alert and warping away.
He hoped Optimus and Inferno weren't really looking forward to a home cooked meal.
Number 7 and Number 9 apply for a job together. What job?
They stared at each other, surprised and embarrassed to see each other here. Finally, after a few long moments, Roadbuster finally asked: "So... here for the sparkling sitting job too?"
Number 8 gives Number 5 a haircut. Is that okay?
Hook cowered against the far wall. "Oh no! You are not gluing any type of wig on me; I don't care how many bets you lost!"
Soundwave pouted.
Number 10 sketches Number 6. Will Number 6 be happy?
Red Alert stared at the drawing Prowl had just handed him, studying it carefully before glancing up at the artist. "I don't look that young, do I?"
Prowl smirked and nodded.
Number 10 and Number 8 are laughing while they talk. What is their conversation about?
The Autobots and Decepticons watched, feeling a profound sense of horror, as Soundwave and Prowl talked. Some where curious over what they found so funny, but most where far too scared to wonder exactly what had managed to cause those two, of all mechs, to fall to the ground in hysterical laughter.
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF…
Number 1 accidentally kicked Number 10?
Blaster winced and stared nervously up at the adult mech when he realized exactly who it was he had kicked. "Sorry," he mumbled, wondering if kicking Prowl meant he would get grounded. Or worse, have his music taken away.
Prowl frowned at the upset sparkling for a few moments before realizing his staring was causing Blaster to start to cry. He sighed. "It's all right, Blaster. Smokescreen and I do look a lot alike. Just be more sure of your target next time."
Blaster smiled and nodded as he ran off in search of the correct mech, happy he had gotten away without even a lecture.
Number 2 sent Number 9 an e-mail?
Roadbuster smiled as he read the e-mail once again. While he was confused over Springer's belief that he was interested in Optimus, and slightly upset that Springer apparently gave his blessing, the fact that said blessing was buried in about five pages of babbling lifted his spark. Springer only babble for two reasons. One, he was embarrassed and Roadbuster didn't think that was the case here. Or, two, he was jealous and was trying to hide it. Springer was jealous over Roadbuster's non-existent relationship with Optimus. The Wrecker smirked.
Take that, Hot Rod.
Number 4 and Number 7 discovered they made out while being drunk?
The Autobot and Decepticon stared at each other. "We never speak of this again," Rumble growled.
Perceptor nodded and looked away. "Agreed."
Number 5 and Number 6 took a walk together, what do they talk about?
"Ok, I get Inferno Monday through Wednesday, you get him Thursday through Saturday, and we alternate Sundays," Red Alert said, mentally adding the dates to his schedule as he and his companion drove down the highway.
The crane thought a moment, before rumbling in agreement. "Acceptable"
Number 5 noticed she/he wasn't invited for your birthday?
Optimus couldn't believe what he was hearing. "But we don't even like each other!"
Hook glared. "That's no excuse for rudeness."
Number 7 won the lottery?
Perceptor frowned. "I won what?"
Smokescreen smirked and handed him a datapad. "You won the lottery!" The Datsun was almost bouncing in excitement.
Perceptor stared blankly at the datapad as he took it. He glanced at it then look up in confusion. "There was a lottery?"
Smokescreen facepalmed.
Number 8 had quite a big secret?
Soundwave sighed in relief as he finally managed to herd his cassettes from his quarters. He closed and locked the door once they were out of sight, pausing a long moment to give the immediate area a quick mental scan.
All clear.
Soundwave almost bounced as he crossed his room to the storage locker that sat in the corner. Undoing all five locks, he carefully opened the locker and gently lifted his most prized possession into his arms.
He loved his sock monkey.
Number 4 became a famous singer?
"FOR THE LAST TIME, NO, I WILL NOT APPEAR ON YOUR SLAGGING STUPID TALK SHOW!!!!"
Soundwave winced at the volume Rumble's voice reached and vowed to screen all of Rumble's calls in the future.
Number 10 had a daughter?
Ironhide frowned at the depressed Datsun, thinking over what he had just heard. "A daughter?"
Prowl nodded as he gazed mournfully at the tabletop, resting his head on his arms. "Yes, I had her shortly after I graduated from the Academy. She was so..." He sighed. "So perfect. I wanted to give her everything."
Ironhide laid a comforting hand on Prowl's shoulder. "What happened?" he questioned gently, realizing the mech needed to talk about this.
Prowl sighed again, turning his head slightly so he could look at Ironhide out of the corner of his optics. "She grew up, met someone, and..." He looked away. "They died... before the war."
Ironhide frowned; he had expected that from the way Prowl was acting, but he had hoped otherwise. "What was her name?" He was hesitant to ask, but he was curious.
Prowl sighed. "Ariel. My little Ariel."
Ironhide stared.