No Coaching TodayIt feels like it's been way too long since we've slept together in the same bed. Katniss has been pushing me away lately, and we both know why. I can't read her mind, but it doesn't take a psychic to figure out what she's been planning. She'll want me to come home, she'll sacrifice herself for me.No Coaching Today5 years ago in Romance More Like This
But I am not going to let that happen.
I made a deal with Haymitch and he's going to keep it. He has to. It's only fair. Last game we both wanted her to come home. Consequently, sacrificing me. She got all of the supplies, and I nearly die in a puddle of mud. I didn't get help until she came to nurse me back to health. Haymitch owes me now. He has to do that one favor for me: let her live again. He has to. I can't let her die. Our teamwork again once will bring her home to her family and her friends.
Jealousy takes over for a moment as I think of Gale. There's no hate, but the yearning that the way she earnestly cares for him- the way I care for her- was at me instead. When I die in that aren
:Cloned::Cloned:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[Based on a true story...Slightly modified. ]
The cloning tricks in Pokemon games are such a blast, and they are the things that EVERYONE wants to know how to do. I was one of the hundreds, maybe thousands, on that bandwagon, especially when Pokemon Gold, Silver, and Crystal first appeared.
The cloning glitch was simple. You had the Pokemon you desired to clone in your party, went to the PC, switched to an empty box, then let the game save. After that, one proceeded to choose the Pokemon you desired to clone, deposit him, her, or it into the empty box, switch over to an entirely different box, then...
You merely don't let it save. Shut off your game in the middle of the game saving the data; usually three rotations of your save 'circle' would do nicely. When you turned your game back on, you could look in your party and there would be the Pokemon you wanted to clone. You looked in the PC box in question, and oh! There it is! Another copy of your other Pokemon! Simple eh?
Well, I thou
Blitzwing Seeker of help 9In all honestly, Optimus couldnt even remember how long he had been standing there.Blitzwing Seeker of help 96 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Lightning suddenly streaked across the dark sky and the flash that followed momentarily illuminated the inky blackness as though it were day. The monstrous thunderclap that followed rattled several garbage cans away in the same manner a brass instruments sound waves would cause a nearby percussion instrument to rattle noisily. Behind him, the windows of the abandoned factory plant rattled as well. The old glass made light tinkling noises against the steel bars that, in one lifetime, kept thieves from breaking in while the industrial unit was alive with bustling workers. Nowadays they were a solemn memory of what was once a proud toy department in the city of Detroit.
Optimus hated those bars. While he was inside the base, it made him feel like he was in prison. Entrapped. He couldnt stand it. That was why he came outside in the rain like this regularly. It had become routine ever since
Blitzwing Seeker of Help 11He was laying there, Staring at the monitor he had set up a few weeks ago. He shifted softly with a blank look on is face, only the monitor and his optics lit up the room. He stared at what seemed like a painting. The walls a dim shade of gray. The electricity lighting up the character within the walls. His paint was dull, his helm down. The mixture of tan and purple bringing back so many old memories. The occasional moving by this character gave an alarming effect to the blue optic mech that watched him. Alarming because he had stared at the bird in a cage for so long that it seemed like a painting. A painting that moved. Several cubes were piled up at the red and blue mechs feet. Only one of them had been drank in the past weeks. A couple sips per day. Prime had learned that this would sustain a mech. Every time, Ratchet asked why he was doing this. Why he wouldnt eat. Prime simply responded,Blitzwing Seeker of Help 116 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Im not hungry. In a very empty and hollow voice. But on the inside,
TFP- DisorientationPart 2/9 of a Transformers: Prime fanfiction based on the events of episode 16 "Operation: Breakdown"TFP- Disorientation5 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Ah, scrap! M-medic! I need a medic-!!"
Knock Out sprinted under the storm of enemy fire, diving for cover behind the wreckage of a fallen communications tower. He pressed his back to the rubble, panicking. Scrap, he thought; snipers. He spotted three of them stationed on a raised platform to the north and who knew how many more were lurking out of sight? Summoning his courage, he waited for a break in the gunfire before diving into vehicle mode and tearing across the ravaged battlefield. Swerving around oncoming shots, he pinpointed the injured yell to the bottom of a steep ravine where a weapons warehouse had collapsed in an explosion. He flipped back into robot mode and vaulted into the chasm, skidding down to its base and drawing his energon pistol.
The chasm was shielded from enemy fire, but hardly 'safe'. Several magnetic mines lurked amidst the rubble, some twisted int
Meeting BugbiteTitle: Meeting BugbiteMeeting Bugbite5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Prowl, Bumblebee, Echo (OC sparkling), Bugbite
Summary: Meeting 'grandma' for the first time.
Warnings: slight Prowl bashing (sorry ninja-bot X3 )
"Would you stop fidgeting? Primus, you're worse than me," Prowl sent a small glare Bumblebee's way that he missed, the yellow mech busy running a polishing cloth over every inch of Echo's armour. The little femme was trying to remain still while her mother made her look nice. At Echo's pedes, Scratch was trying to rid himself of the collar that had been stuck around his neck.
"Your mother is coming to meet both me and our sparkling for the first time," Prowl countered, refusing to outright admit he was slightly nervous, "Did she even know we're bonded?"
"Sorta," Bumblebee muttered, rubbing at a scuff on Echo's cheek.
"Mommy..." She whined, trying unsuccessfully to pull away from the cloth. As soon as he was done, he stuffed the cloth away and kissed her on top of the helm, "
Hero In the DarkHero In the Dark6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Black servos twitched upon the dusty ground as there was a sound of pain emitted from the bot's lips. There was sickly darkness all around him. Except for those dim optics. Those optics that harbored great sorrow.
The mech's mouth pursed shut, feeling both kinds of pain. Physical and mental pain. Energon was all around him, and all over him. It illuminated the room, as if it was a cruel reminder of how much he had bled out and how close he was to death. Forcing his body to sit up, he was thrown into convulsions of pain and whimpering. The bent and almost severed wing gushed out energon as the triple changer mewled out in excruciating pain. Blitzwing did not know how long he had been there. He did not know how many times he had been beaten senseless. And just when he felt like he could feel no more, a sharp pang of agony coursed through his entire body. Wretched. He was absolutely wretched. Blitzwing tenderly wiped away the energon off of his wing, and let it drip into his mout
Fragile: Expectations Pt. 133. ExpectationsFragile: Expectations Pt. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. Planning and cravings
If anyone had asked Optimus what was more stressful, fighting Megatron or trying to avoid being on the receiving end of Bumblebee's temper, he'd tell them he'd take on the Decepticon leader any day. The yellow mech's mood swings were killer, and he seemed to be stuck on 'Pissed Off' most of the time. Prime had to remind himself constantly that it wasn't his fault; it was the glitches, but it was getting a little hard to keep that in mind.
To divert his annoyance away from the yellow mech's mood changes, Optimus had taken to doing his part to prepare for the future arrival of the little Autobot. He was currently going over everyone's bank accounts, checking to see if they'd have the credits to both buy the things they'd need for a sparkling and transport them to Earth.
He still had his savings and whatever he had left from the Academy which totaled to about 2,000. His own pay for this repair job gave him about 650 every orbital cyc
Years of Life, Eons of LoveBlitzwing looked to the skies. His optics were dim in thought. Was there really a heaven like the humans said so? If so, why why when he soared to their so called heavenly clouds, there was nothing but to be seen but a span of white nothingness. The seeker had wondered about this ever since the unexplainable happened. Ever since his lover turned into one of them. He soared to the skies almost every day, hoping that there was truly a place he could soar to and see his lover. But did that bind Prime to the human beliefs? Him being one of them? Maybe he still was able to become one with the Matrix. But secretly, even though Blitzwing liked Optimuss normal form better, he wished that Prime would go to heaven so that he could search for the heavens to rejoin Optimus when he passed away. To soar to the heavens and stay up there until his engine was overheated and empty. Then he would refill and meet again with his beloved. Blitzwing had spent many hours studying the bYears of Life, Eons of Love6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
TFP Light from Darkness chpt 2Chapter 2: a light in the darknessTFP Light from Darkness chpt 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Megan what the heck is on you!?" The usual Goth girl stood in front of the others bots in what looked like battle armor. The armor was entirely black and magenta with a skull chestplate and floating receptors around her head with wings attached to the receptors, heels and back.
"What? Dad's been developing armor for the government so he let me show it to you guys."
"Yes but on yourself!?"
"Well this is my set of armor; so I can fight with you guys!" The reaction to that was mixed; Miko, Raf & Jack had a look of 'I want one too' while the Autobots; save Optimus and ratchet had a look of horror. Ratchet was always was the first to voice his opinion
"Absolutely not! The battlefield is not a place for a small human girl!"
"Come on Ratchet I based this armor off you guys! It's totally battle ready!" If someone could see under her mask you would see the pout. "Let me test it out! If it doesn't work in combat then I won't wear it anymore!" Ratche
Fifteen-Chapter 5Chapter 5Fifteen-Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Echo?" Ratchet said from where he was tinkering with some machine.
"Yes?" she said, turning her mentor from where she was working on making sure her mother's energon supply was full.
"Do you think, your father do you think maybe he's losing it?" he asked, looking down, "He keeps mumbling about hearing Bumblebee talking to him. His processor activity hasn't increased, nothings changed, it not possible for him to speak yet he tells me he does." Echo sighed. She'd been dreading this.
"I suppose it's his way of coping," she said, "He told me once to, but he just said to forget it."
"Well that's kinda what I needed to talk about," Ratchet said looking up again, his optics uncertain.
"You want to talk about my Dad?" she asked him.
"No, I needed to talk about Bumblebee, but it involves Prowl too," Ratchet said.
"So this is about my Mum?" she asked, her voice breaking.
"Yes," he said, "This is really a question for your Dad, but him being as he is, his answer it wou
TFP- RepairsPart 9/9 of a Transformers: Prime fanfiction based on the events of episode 16 "Operation: Breakdown"TFP- Repairs4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Why did I shoot at Prime?
Knock Out frowned, the sharp digits of one hand closing around a portable calibration device. He stood beside an occupied examination table in the Nemesis' sickbay, free hand delicately probing the exposed internals of Breakdown's outstretched forearm. The larger Decepticon didn't seem particularly comfortable as he hunched over on the very edge of the table most likely due to his recent human encounter faceplates locked in a rather grim formation. He stole brief glances at the white plains of his partner's face every now and then, expecting him to say something, but Knock Out remained inflexibly silent.
Despite attempting to focus on his work, the medic's memory overcame his processor for a nanoklik. The pulsing red light, the staccato of human gunfire and yelling and those optics. Those crystal blue, eternally wise, undeniably <i>
Blitzwing, Seeker... Of Help 5And most importantly you taught me how to love He said softly. The next day passedBlitzwing, Seeker... Of Help 57 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
quietly, Optimus was busy doing paperwork and Blitzwing was resting. But the next day, they got a call of a Decepticon disturbance in the town. The Decepticons were at it again. Prime and the rest of the Autobots rushed to the door. Prime stopped cold in his tracks, turning to see Blitzwing just standing there. Optimuss optics dimmed.
Do you want to come with us? Prime said holding out a hand. Blitzwing shivered as he looked away from Optimus to the ground. A Decepticon part of him still lingered like as if it were haunting him. The triple changer looked up with a quavering spark. He replied meekly and even desperately sounding.
Please. He said almost in a whisper as he walked forward. Optimus nodded and transformed, heading out to meet his awaiting comrades. Blitzwing transformed himself, and felt revealed, feeling the only other comfort he had
TFP: Light from DarknessTransformers Prime: Light from DarknessTFP: Light from Darkness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1: The son of darkness
A young seeker mech stood in the main hall of the decepticon ship; Starscream pacing in front of him. His frame was much like Starscream's; save for the lighter grey and more red in his paint job. His optics also had a younger more round shape with a yellow glow. His face plate also was less ok he had a smaller chin. The older; larger seeker shot a glare towards the seeker, causing him the younger to flinch inward slightly. "I take it your mission wasn't successful Starraid "
"W-We weren't excepting the autobot Commander Starscream; I swear if we did we-"
"It is Lord now! And I've had enough of your excuses! Because of your incompetence we once again lost energon to the Autobots!" Starscream clenched his claws; leaning in menacingly at the young seeker. Starraid seemed to shake slightly; the reaction of which was chuckling from those watching at his fear. The larger seeker backed away; turning h
Fifteen-Chapter 1Chapter 1Fifteen-Chapter 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blurr felt his nervousness increase tenfold when the ship finally touch landed on Earth. He risked a look out of one of the ships windows and swallowed when he saw the whole team there, everyone, but there was definitely something wrong. He could see it from here. He could see Prowl with what looked like Bumblebee in his arms. But what confused him was the other yellow form on what looked to be Bumblebee's other side. Whoever it was, they were helping Prowl support Bumblebee not good. The door to the ship finally opened after and age and Blurr drove out eagerly, unable to suppress the excitement of seeing Bumblebee again. But when he skidded to a halt infront of them, transforming mid-stop, he finally saw what was happening. Optimus looked the same, Bulkhead kept glancing nervously at Bumblebee, as though waiting for something to happen, Ratchet looked more old and tired than he usually did, as though he'd been up for countless nights. Prowl gave him the scowl of
Blitzwing Seeker ... Of Help 4Prime transformed, immediately accelerating, furious and distraught.Blitzwing Seeker ... Of Help 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How fast those words came back to bite him in the tailpipe. How wretched he was feeling for trusting the con. Prime sped off, with a sick and quavering spark. His tires grinded into the dirt as he burned rubber, screeching onto a road, looking to the forest, and its skies, hoping to catch sight of Blitzwing. Dark thunderous clouds loomed in the distance. It only seemed to amplify how bleak the situation was. Blitzwing might of betrayed Primes trust. And made way with some valuable information. But most important to Prime, he might of lost his comrades trust. But he couldnt let any of this cloud his thoughts. He WANTED to believe. Blitzwing would not betray him would he? Prime turned on his headlights as he rushed ahead into the rain, looking frantically for Blitzwing up in the skies one last time. Transforming, he pushed trees aside as he walked into the forest, looking for those distraug
Fragile: Tears26. TearsFragile: Tears6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm sorry, Prowl.
The words echoed in his processor over and over, almost taunting him. Vaguely, he saw Ratchet's mouth move and heard Optimus behind him, but neither mechs' words registered. All he could see was the memory of just a week ago, of the tiny spark he'd seen next to Bumblebee's own, answering his pulses of love with smaller, affectionate ones. That couldn't be gone. Prowl was almost completely unaware of the world, the other two mechs in the hallway, even his own body until he felt strong servos grip his shoulders and keep him from falling completely over. Slowly, his senes returned to him just as Ratchet was beginning his explaination to Prime.
"--een meaning to tell ya for the past week, but..."
"He lost it?" Prowl didn't care that he'd interrupted him or that Prime was having to help him stand. He had to confirm it, had to hear it from the medic himself before he would believe it. Ratchet locked optics with the ninjabot, offering a sympath
Missing--sparkling drabblesTitle: MissingMissing--sparkling drabbles5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Prowl, Bumblebee, Jazz, Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead
Summary: Every parents nightmare.....
Warnings: slight gore
Prowl woke to the sound of Bumblebee keening in grief and clicking loudly. He sat up and looked around to find the door to Echo's room wide open, and a wounded Scratch laying in the doorway. Alarmed, Prowl leapt off the berth and headed for the door, unable to suppress the slight guilt he felt for stepping over the turbofox. He seemed unconscious anyway.
As soon as he was in the room, Prowl's spark stopped. It was completely trashed, broken toys and ruined datapads littering the floor. Bulkhead's paintings had been torn and left to hang on the wall, the original pictures lost underneath massive tears.
What scared him the most was the energon smeared on the walls and splattered on the floor. 'Oh, Primus....' Prowl's tank churned horribly. If any of that was Echo's.....he didn't know what he'd do.
In the middle
Trials of Motherhood Pt.1Title: Sleepless NightsTrials of Motherhood Pt.15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Bumblebee, Echo
Summary: A restless sparkling and an exhausted mother
Peace. Quiet. Silence. His bondmate beside him, Bumblebee had settled down for recharge not more than two breems ago and had begun drifting off into the blissful serenity of nothingness, eager for a decent night's sleep.
Until the familiar wail of his sparkling roused him, the yellow mech sitting up on the berth, rubbing his optics tiredly. Hearing a groan beside him, Bumblebee muttered an 'I got her' to the black mech and stood stretching, his tired and worn systems protesting and begging for rest.
The scout crossed the room to the door in the opposite wall, it sliding open and letting him into his sparkling's room. Her cries quieted when she sensed her mother nearby, and when his figure loomed into her view, she held out her arms for him, clicking softly. Giving her an exhaused smile, Bumblebee reached down into the crib-berth and gently lifted
The Guardian of PokemonHumans are disgusting.The Guardian of Pokemon5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They don't deserve to be alive.
Oh, but they won't be dominate for long.
We will show them who is really the dominate race.
"Damn!" growling, the young trainer stomped her foot as a Blitzle took off, vanishing into the grass. The small Snivy at her feet looked up at his frustrated trainer.
"I know there will be others, but every single one is running away!" she muttered angrily, kicking a rock. Crying out in pain, she fell back on her but, clutching her throbbing foot. Snivy rolled his eyes at his trainer. She was young, a new trainer, and she was impatient and hotheaded. He tugged on her arm and pointed down the path.
"What Snivy?" she grumbled, irritated. Frowning, Snivy jumped over to her bag, flipping it open and digging through it, "Hey! What are you doing!?" ignoring his s
Fragile: Broken Pieces76. Broken PiecesFragile: Broken Pieces6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beneath the tree with his legs crossed, arms resting on his knee joints, and faceplates devoid of any expression, Prowl looked every bit the picture of peace and calm, but his processor was far from such things. The inner turmoil plaguing him kept him from meditating properly, his thoughts jumping from one thing to another, the events of the past month replaying over and over. In his meta, he saw his sparkling, still connected to Bumblebee's spark, and in that one memory, it was alive. However, reality would always creep through and replace it with that image once more, the one he could never get rid of.
Shuddering, Prowl onlined his optics, laying on his back to stare up at the sky through his ceiling. The late afternoon sun had painted the sky a pale blue that would later darken as evening came. As much as he would've enjoyed watching the sky change a dazzling array of colors come sunset, he wanted to wait until his mate was there to watch it wi
Father's Day--Echo ficletTitle: Father's DayFather's Day--Echo ficlet5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Characters: Prowl/Bumblebee, Echo (OC sparkling)
Summary: The family takes part in an Earth tradition.
Warnings: mild slash
"Echo, what are you doing?" The little femme tilted her helm up to stare at her mother standing over her, looking down at her with one optic ridge raised. Beside her, Scratch was chewing on the pipe he'd found buried under some rubble in the corner of the main room. They'd tried for weeks to hide it from him, but the turbofox pup was too persistent to let it go, and they eventually gave up, letting him keep it.
In front of the yellow sparkling was a scattered mess of canvas and Bulkhead's paints. Already, her arms and servos were splattered with different colors, red, green, orange, blue, brown, and pink and a purple smudge decorated her cheek just under her optic. Unaware of the paints staining her armour, she flashed her mother a wide smile.
"Echo, you're a mess! I hope that comes off with a safe
TFA: A Screamer and A Baby 2Where go? Bumblebee asked long after finishing the energon and having the cube taken and tossed away by the seeker. He shifted in Starscreams arms and snuggled closer to the tall mechs spark chamber, glancing around wide-optic and curiously.TFA: A Screamer and A Baby 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A way out of this accursed cavern. If you meddlesome Autobots learned to not interfere with my plans, then neither of us would be in this situation in the first place, Starscream bluntly explained as a scowl of annoyance appeared. He glanced down at the bright sparkling, after feeling him move in his arms, without much thought that he currently had no idea what Starscream was talking about. Bumblebee, un-phased and paying no mind to the statement on the other hand, smiled innocently and dove to embrace Starscreams neck again.
Stop that! Starscream hissed and pulled the sparkling out of physical reach of the area after deciding he was irritably fed up with his sparkling attitude and affection. In
Coffee argument"What is wrong with you today?" Snapped Prowl. "Too much Costa. Coffee, coffee, coffee." Joked Bumblebee.Coffee argument5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They were at it again. Prowl arguing with Bumblebee about how insane and immature he was and Bumblebee was getting on Prowl's last circuits by throwing it back in his face and making it a joke. Usually Bumblebee would have shouted more, but he was determined to make the motorcycle laugh or at least smile, so he tried to keep calm.
"You can't drink human liquids! It damages your engine!" Argued Prowl. Bumblebee sighed. "Alright, I admit it. It was crack." "No. You can't have, because you would have been sick from the content and have you been sick? I don't think so." Groaned Prowl. "Well then you did!" Smiled Bumblebee. "No!" Shouted Prowl. Bumblebee raised one optic ridge. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Well it feels like one of us did." Concluded Bumblebee. "Did you do crack before I came in?" Asked Bumblebee. Prowl sighed for the umpteenth