No Good Deed Goes UnpunishedTempest wasn't the sort to go to Maccadam's Oil House the night before a huge test the next solar cycle.
However, one of her classmates, who was also her best friend, had convinced the promising medical student to go to the rowdy place.
The red and white med student shyly stepped into the loud bar. The main floor was full of tables and chairs for patrons. Tempest lowered the sensitivity on her wings as she entered the famous establishment.
She hailed a waiter-femme and mentioned the name of her friend. "Pyre said that I could have her usual spot," Tempest explained. The femme had to shout her clarification once again as a popular song came on over the speakers. The beat thundered against her chassis.
Soon, Tempest was led to a table that bordered the Decepticon side of the bar. "This is Pyre's table?" The red and white femme's wings flicked up in surprise. Pyre was well known in the Autobot Academy for her vehemence against the Decepticons. She even went as far as to vandalize the rema
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly. Just the plot and the OC.
Ratchet stared at his star pupil with disbelief. "What do you mean you won't be coming back next semester?" the medical professor questioned.
The mech in front of him was a slender youngling. His gray armor was a bit dingy, and had claw-like digits that could scare the daylights out of sparklings. However, he had a kind demeanor to match with his prowess in Cybertronian medicine.
Finals had just been finished. The class had eagerly left for the upcoming break from the university; all except for the student that remained.
"Steel, what do you mean? Why aren't you coming back next semester?" Ratchet reiterated.
"My Sire's wishes, sir," Steel shuffled his pedes. He didn't look at Ratchet as he added, "He says that my education is all for naught since the scholarship pays for only the first semester."
"That is absurd," Ratchet h
Budding IntrigueTempest sighed in relief as she stepped off the ship. It had been far too long since the last colony they stopped on to refuel. She straightened up and stretched a bit. However, her paralyzed wings remained limp. She exhaled and stepped down the gangplank.
As she stepped off, the inclined plane zipped back up into the ship. The medic turned to see the ship lock itself.
"All right all of you!" Optimus said aloud, getting the rest of the ship's crew to listen. The normally chatty group quickly shushed itself. "We're only there for two solar cycles, but you need to get back onto the ship in three mega-cycles. All the stragglers will be left to fend for themselves outside, where it is cold. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir!" As quickly as they came, the group scattered about.
Tempest looked around for her buddy, but she didn't see him. The flier sighed. He probably went off with his twin then-
She jolted when a blue servo landed on her shoulder. Tempest looked up in alarm,
Halloween Secret Santa"Are you sure I look fine in this?" Hope looked at herself in the mirror as Fox stepped back a bit. Hope's gaze lingered upon the light green and purple butterfly-like wings placed atop her door-wings. A short skirt descended down her hips in light blues and greens. The light material tickled against her legs. The shorter femme smoothed it over as Fox carefully placed the small tiara on top of her helm.
"There! It's complete," Fox smiled.
Hope looked into the mirror. She couldn't help but smile at the costume she was in. A fairy seemed to suit her. "Thanks for helping me put it on Fox," the medic smiled. Her door-wings fluttered, making the butterfly wings flap as well.
"No problem, and it's nothing really," Fox moved about the room, gathering the last bits of decorations. "You helped me tremendously with the decoration of the whole place."
The gray and chocolate brown femme was hosting a party, and it was going to happen within a few cycles. Hope had come by earlier to get some assis
Making Up For Lost Time II: Message DeliverySeveral vorns ago . . .
Smokescreen sat in one of the outdoor tables near his next class. One data-pad was on the table as the other was in his lap. The mech had one end of his stylus stuck on his mouth.
He glared at the historical information. As much as he liked history of the Thirteen Primes . . .
Frustrated, the mostly white mech rubbed his optics. His denta gritted against the stylus.
Smokescreen looked up.
Oh, it was New Guy. The youngling was a transfer from one of the smaller academies just outside the city.
He was very late coming into the first day of the year. The poor transfer student was a hyperventilating mess as he burst through the door. His action startled the professor and the class of forty.
Smokescreen looked him up and down. The yellow and black mech had a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. Three data-pads were in his right servo.
He seemed nice enough.
"Yeah?" Smokescreen replied nonchalantly. He took out the writing utensil in his mouth
Making Up For Lost TimeAU TFP. When Bumblebee is arranged to look after the victim of a kidnapping case, he didn't expect to find out that her Sire was one of his closest friends. A friend that he hadn't seen in over a vorn. Bumblebee/Smokescreen. SLASH in future chapters (three-shot).
NOTE: The card game Bumblebee plays with Warper is the equivalent of Slapjack. (Google it if you don't know what it is.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hasbro. The characters that are used in here aren't mine. Only Warper is of my own creation, as well as the plot.
A kidnapping case had been brought to a happy ending. During the week the investigation occurred, Bumblebee had been out. He had caught the seasonal virus. As much as he tried to convince Ratchet otherwise, he was ordered to bed rest.
However, the victim of the aforementioned case was a sparkling. She got rather unruly when she got bored.
The solution? Everyone at the precinct knew Bumblebee had a knack for entertaining the younger
Brother My Brother C10 HearsayA/N: My apologies ahead of time if there are any grammatical or punctuation errors. Spelling included. In addition to that . . . I'm sorry if it doesn't 'flow' well. (I don't have a beta-reader)
Jetstorm coughed as Wheeljack brought in some medicine and another cold compress. "How's your head?" Wheeljack asked. He quickly switched out the warm compress on Jetstorm's helm with the one in his servo. The youngling sighed in relief. Wheeljack took it as an answer.
"Hey . . ." Jetstorm struggled to open his mouth as the engineer placed the pill up against the youngling's lips. Jetstorm took it, and immediately grabbed the energon cube beside him. He took in two gulps before he choked. The blue youngling hacked, causing the med-grade energon and the pill to be expelled from his mouth. "Sorry," Jetstorm croaked. Wheeljack took out towels from his sub space. He cleaned up the affected areas of the berth.
"It's ok," Wheeljack responded. He grimaced at the parti
Brother My Brother C9: New DataInterrogation room . . .
Jetfire slightly glared at the Elite Guardsmech right in front of him. To the youngling, the Prime was as obnoxious as his chin.
"Why did you make that request?" Sentinel growled at the youngling as he slapped the data-pad in front of him. "Why that washout? There are hundreds; why do you want only her to treat your wounds?" Jetfire rolled his optics at the dark blue mech. "Hey! I am the superior here! You're lucky I'm not tossing you into the stockade."
"Is because of Mister Blinky-Helm," Jetfire lightly chuckled. He didn't flinch as Sentinel Prime slammed his fists into the desk. "Why you little . . ." the mech snarled at the cheeky Decepticon. The youngling stuck his glossa at the Prime. Sentinel was about to backhand the youngling, but he was stopped by a knock at the door.
"Come in," the mech grumbled. As the door opened, Jetfire blinked. The strange mech that got him in the situation in the first place entered.
"Ah, hello," the funny loo
Last Wish IIThe medic had expected the scout to be back in the main hanger a while ago. Perplexed, Ratchet went outside of Hanger E and looked in some of the other hangers.
Bumblebee had decided to drop by for a visit. Reconstruction on Cybertron had been going well, according to the youngling. Rafael was ecstatic when the black and yellow mech came through the Space Bridge. With Miko and Jack on a school field trip, it just them and Ratchet.
But now, Ratchet wasn't so sure where the youngest pair of Team Prime was. The medic had poked through hangers A to F . . . and that left . . .
"Bee, should we really be doing this?" Ratchet paused outside of Hanger G.
"Look, I need to know . . . it's not like we're going to hurt anyone with it," Bumblebee responded quietly. Ratchet raised and optic ridge. It would take time to get used to Bumblebee's voice.
Rāśi would have loved to hear her son talk. Why the medic never told Bumblebee of their connection, the medic didn't know . . . precis