Halloween Drabbles
Title: Halloween Drabbles
By: Fianna9
Verse: G1/AU (Watching verse)
Rating: T
Warnings: slight supernatural theme, hint of past violence
Summary: a gift of drabbles for Halloween
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this series so far; I’m sorry it’s taken so long to update. Please consider these a small Halloween gift.
Drabble 1: (Pre-Earth)
“Prowl meet our new communications officer, Blaster.” Turning towards Prime, Prowl barely concealed his flinch of disgust when he realized what was standing in front of him. Forcing himself to be civil, he nodded curtly towards the reddish mech.
Ratchet was the only one who knew why Prowl hated hosts. Despite being told repeatedly that not all of them acted like Soundwave, as far as Prowl was concerned all hosts were monsters. Unlike most mechs, Prowl knew exactly how hosts created those…abominations they called symbionts.
He may have to work with a spark drainer, but he would never trust him.
Drabble 2: (begins shortly after waking on Earth)
“If we could eventually unite after such a divisive war, I’m certain your people can do the same.” The old man sighed. “Thank you for the ride, it’s a long way from Lexington to my old home. I have many colleagues and former enemies to visit tonight, and time is short.”
Prowl opened his door and waited for the grayish-white form to exit. “Thank you for your thoughts and observations, sir. I hope your gathering proves satisfactory.”
Several months later, Sparkplug stared disbelievingly at Prowl. “You’re telling me that Halloween night you took General Lee to Arlington National Cemetery?”
Drabble 3
“So, these things ward off evil spirits?” Sideswipe stared down curiously.
“Once, but now we just make them for fun.” Spike continued his carving efforts.
“This has possibilities…” Sideswipe muttered wandering off. “Sunny, I’ve got an idea…”
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Startled by the yellow-eyed grinning drone slowly crawling towards him, Ravage pounced, hoping to disable it before Red Alert located him.
After Steeljaw caught whiff of the pumpkin-scented Ravage in the vents and drove him off, Prowl thanked Sideswipe for his creative prank inadvertently turned security measure and refrained from brigging him after the minibots agreed to help clean up the mess.
Drabble 4
Every year at Halloween the Ark had a party; Optimus was always Superman. This year, Jazz and Blaster were the Blues Brothers; the minibots were all dwarves carrying axes. Almost everyone dressed up.
Every year previous, one mech had declined to attend saying he was too busy. That changed this year. Standing in the doorway was a black, winged frame flickering with red flames. A flaming black sword gripped in one clawed hand; a massive, multiheaded whip coiled at his side. Everyone stared in awe at Prowl’s balrog costume.
Inferno knew Prowl was finally releasing the pain and living again.
There is a fifth posted at Fanfiction.net that does not contain Jazz or Prowl but is in this series. It is posted at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7377710/ with these.
By: Fianna9
Verse: G1/AU (Watching verse)
Rating: T
Warnings: slight supernatural theme, hint of past violence
Summary: a gift of drabbles for Halloween
Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this series so far; I’m sorry it’s taken so long to update. Please consider these a small Halloween gift.
Drabble 1: (Pre-Earth)
“Prowl meet our new communications officer, Blaster.” Turning towards Prime, Prowl barely concealed his flinch of disgust when he realized what was standing in front of him. Forcing himself to be civil, he nodded curtly towards the reddish mech.
Ratchet was the only one who knew why Prowl hated hosts. Despite being told repeatedly that not all of them acted like Soundwave, as far as Prowl was concerned all hosts were monsters. Unlike most mechs, Prowl knew exactly how hosts created those…abominations they called symbionts.
He may have to work with a spark drainer, but he would never trust him.
Drabble 2: (begins shortly after waking on Earth)
“If we could eventually unite after such a divisive war, I’m certain your people can do the same.” The old man sighed. “Thank you for the ride, it’s a long way from Lexington to my old home. I have many colleagues and former enemies to visit tonight, and time is short.”
Prowl opened his door and waited for the grayish-white form to exit. “Thank you for your thoughts and observations, sir. I hope your gathering proves satisfactory.”
Several months later, Sparkplug stared disbelievingly at Prowl. “You’re telling me that Halloween night you took General Lee to Arlington National Cemetery?”
Drabble 3
“So, these things ward off evil spirits?” Sideswipe stared down curiously.
“Once, but now we just make them for fun.” Spike continued his carving efforts.
“This has possibilities…” Sideswipe muttered wandering off. “Sunny, I’ve got an idea…”
----
Startled by the yellow-eyed grinning drone slowly crawling towards him, Ravage pounced, hoping to disable it before Red Alert located him.
After Steeljaw caught whiff of the pumpkin-scented Ravage in the vents and drove him off, Prowl thanked Sideswipe for his creative prank inadvertently turned security measure and refrained from brigging him after the minibots agreed to help clean up the mess.
Drabble 4
Every year at Halloween the Ark had a party; Optimus was always Superman. This year, Jazz and Blaster were the Blues Brothers; the minibots were all dwarves carrying axes. Almost everyone dressed up.
Every year previous, one mech had declined to attend saying he was too busy. That changed this year. Standing in the doorway was a black, winged frame flickering with red flames. A flaming black sword gripped in one clawed hand; a massive, multiheaded whip coiled at his side. Everyone stared in awe at Prowl’s balrog costume.
Inferno knew Prowl was finally releasing the pain and living again.
There is a fifth posted at Fanfiction.net that does not contain Jazz or Prowl but is in this series. It is posted at http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7377710/ with these.