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Making Up For Lost Time C3: OutlookA/N: This will be the last bit to this three-shot. Considering things, I might expand it into a collection of drabbles/short stories with this universe.
Scratch that, I will.
Please enjoy the last installment of this little three-shot.
There was a reason why the data-letter was so light. It had only one sentence. One measly sentence.
'Give me a comm . . . I want to talk to you as soon as I can.'
Everyday afterwards, Smokescreen waited for his comm. to ring.
He felt utterly pathetic.
It had been a good few vorns since the ex-Elite Guardsmech had last seen Bumblebee. His spark twinged in regret, remembering the reason how and why Bumblebee got so upset.
When Smokescreen went to go and try make amends, he had the door slammed in his face.
He hadn't gone back since.
Smokescreen exhaled. He put his servo to his face.
He lied in his berth. The mech up at the ceiling of his room. His back was supported by a dozen foam pillows. The ma
Slowly Getting There'C'mon, just tell her that you like her,' Jetfire told himself.
It happened right after Prowl's funeral. A majority of Optimus Prime's team was down in the dumps.
Sentinel, begrudgingly seeing it his duty, had assigned a few bots to keep an optic on the homecoming heroes, just in case.
Jetfire was tasked to keep an eye on the little mini-bot the Space Bridge cleaning crew brought back.
But she wasn't a mini-bot.
Sentinel had taken it up with the Council that letting an organic run about Cybertron again was far too dangerous.
Much to Optimus and his team's vehemence about it, Sari was nearly sent back to Earth. The fact that she transformed in front of the High Council changed everything.
Sari Sumdac was a bona fide techno-organic.
Jetfire knew it, because he and his brother were standing right next to her when she transformed.
The twins scrambled away in fear when the human/Cybertronian's face mask slid away, allowing everyone to see her face.
After some more
Return Chapter 7A/N: HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO!
As I promised my faith readers, the next bit! And I want to thank the everyone that has read this little fic that started on a whim. I'm glad a lot of people took up interest.
I'm especially thankful to Dream'sRealm on , who was encouraging me as I gave her random little progress updates on how this chapter was going.
With further ado, read on!
P'len looked down into the small water basin she held in her lap. She sighed and picked up a rough washcloth with her good hand. The Astorian dunked it into the water and scrubbed her face.
After five minutes of that she dumped the water in the sink. She stood up and tucked the basin under her arm.
As she opened the door, she's face to face with the Volkregian Blue Lantern. His hand was poised to knock.
"Oh!" Razer jumped back, bumping into Saint Walker.
They stared at each other, embarrassed.
The awkward silence was broken
First EncounterA/N: Dear :icondiedott: . . .
Oi! I'm sorry it took so darn long to finish this! Forgive me on the shortness of it as well.
Starscream sighed as he waited next to the canisters of energon samples. Primus, how much longer did he have to wait? The Seeker's patience was wearing thin.
He had his own experiments to worry about back in Vos. As the war started to pick up, it started to become apparent that scientists and medics would be needed to conduct procedures and tests. The tests would be administered to turbo-foxes or 'willing' volunteers to see how chemical enhancements would react to their bodies. Another would be how to figure out how to create the next super soldier-
And Starscream could only get back to that if some bot. Would. Just. Hurry. Up.
"Primus, where in the Pit is this Knock Out mech I'm supposed to deliver these to?" Starscream exclaimed. His wings pulled up taut with annoyance. Several bots scrambled away from the scientist as others didn't make
Secret Santa 2013A/N: Merry Christmas :iconsan5vern:. I did my best with the characterization of TFA Rodimus and Hot Shot. I hope you enjoy the little story here nevertheless.
Part of :iconrosey-raven:'s Secret Santa event.
"Easy there youngling," Red Alert quietly said. Hot Shot grimaced as he was forced to hop into the med-bay on the account of his damaged/missing leg.
"I'm-I'll be fine Red, just set me down there," Hot Shot exhaled shakily.
Red Alert maneuvered him to a berth right beside Rodimus Prime. The young Prime was fast asleep, still recovering from his nasty encounter with Cosmic Rust. The rust patches were all gone, thankfully, but it did a number to his systems, causing him to recharge often.
Red became aware that the blue and yellow youngling picked at the bandages that were wrapped around his midsection.
"Tck!" Red Alert swatted at that offending servo.
"It itches!" Hot Shot whined.
"Itches or not, that will have to stay in place. You got a nasty gash t
Having A Merry TimeA/N: To :iconCaptainDashund: . . .
Dear Primus I am so sorry for the near two year wait for this! In truth, I had a hard time with this because of figuring out how your OCs are, and how tall they were in comparison to each other-I hope you don't mind that I took some liberties in the height department-and I had to read their bios again and again to try to get them right.
Please forgive me for the shortness as well. I hope you like it nevertheless.
"VANISH! LET'S GO HAVE SOME FUN!"
Vanishvision tried not to rub his forehead in frustration. "Wheel, can you please leave me alone?" He ignored the femme that nudged his ankle with her pede. When it got too much however, he gritted his teeth.
"Wheel. Can you not understand that I have monitor duty?"
Wheel pouted. "You're no fun!"
"Ah, c'mon Wheel," a new voice said. Vanish and Wheel looked up to see Dingydevil, their fellow teammate, walk in. "You know that Vanish is dedicated to his wor
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