DarknessHave you ever been about to walk into a dark room, and hesitated at the edge of shadow's grip and seemingly changed your mind in a split second, so that you could turn the light on, before you do whatever it was you were going to do in there? I know I have.Darkness2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I thought I'd gotten over my fear of the dark, but, standing there at the edge of a dark room just makes a person's mind fill up with the horrors that apparently await you on the inside of that shadow. Of course, it all becomes somehow safe once a light is turned on, but how?
They say that the inability to see everything spurs one's imagination as the unseen turns into the unknown, but that feeling of danger you get when peering into a dark corner because you heard a noise there is real. The fear that can be felt is real too. But the feelings of danger and fear melt away with the coming of light. So who's to say that the terrors we supposedly imagine in the dark aren't real, too?
One Human, One Spark 54“Commander. Commander. Prime, pick up. I know you can hear me.”One Human, One Spark 542 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He tried to ignore it. He really did.
“Optimus Prime. I will not stop contacting you until you pick up.”
Did he really have to do that? He could just block his number, but his processor would still pick up him trying to contact him, like an annoying buzz in the back of his mind.
“Prime. Please respond. I know you are there. Commander. Commander.”
With a long-suffering groan, Optimus finally gave in. Lifting his hand from tracing illicit shapes in the white protoform of Elita’s back, he wearily touched his audio. “Prowl . . .”
His optics dropped to where Elita was idly pressing affectionate kisses to his chest. He trailed his fingers up the curve of her back, relishing in the sight of her protoform glowing in the sun peeking over the horizon.
“Prowl . . . It's too early for this.”
Elita’s lips pulled into a wide smile at his wo
One Human, One Spark 50“Look at those buckets of bolts.”One Human, One Spark 502 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Topspin reached over Miko’s head to fist bump his brother.
“Elite Vehicon troopers are still VEHICON troopers.”
“Dolts,” Miko finished with the first resemblance of a grin on her face. Bulkhead crouched next to her, hissing at the enemy.
“Targets are in range,” Topspin said, visor glinting devilishly as the log with the bomb drifted down the creek and closer to the dumb troopers.
“And kaboom,” Twin Twist grinned.
He pressed the button just as they heard a faint, “GRENADE!” and a big blast of blue energon smoke swamped over the area. Miko stood up as Bulkhead yipped and bolted up Twin Twist’s leg, scared by the blast. Twin Twist swore mildly under his breath as his fingers tried to catch the spooked cat.
“How’d you know the ‘Cons planted a tracker on you?” Miko asked him.
Twin Twist plucked the meowing cat off of his hip and, as disgruntled as he
One Human, One Spark 22Wheeljack sighed and sank on his pistons.One Human, One Spark 222 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hey, Miko . . .
Her text back was lengthy.
Dont ever send a text with just hey miko thats so stupid dont ever do that what do you want?
Slightly affronted, Wheeljack grumbled and twitched his rearview mirrors to her house. He absolutely glared at the closed door.
Thanks for the 411. You all right?
Fine ribs are fully healed in a week! Finally
WHEELJACK. IM FINE.
Youve been checking for days
Only 137 hours! Thats not that many days!
Fffft might as well be what is that a week?
How long then?
Five days and 17 hours what does it matter?
Thats all week
Im just a little worried
A LITTLE? You act like I really got rabies!
Its just that stupid cat
Hes not stupid
Hes gonna get hair all over my interior
Quit being such a baby
You sure he can be moved that far?
He’ll be fine hes tough besides ill carry him
The doc isnt gonna like it
Does it look like I care? Ratch can stow it
Guess so. Ready when you are
One Human, One Spark 41A hand took her shoulder, and Arcee nearly blew a gasket.One Human, One Spark 412 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She whirled, snapping, “For the LAST TIME, I will NOT have a threesome with you!”
Optimus blinked at her. She blinked at him. After a moment in which Arcee could only stare, Optimus finally teased with a thoughtful face, “I’ll let Wheeljack know, though I am sure he will be disappointed.”
Arcee blinked stupidly once more before groaning and dropping her face in her hands in mortification. “Optimus, I am so sorry.”
Optimus’s optics twinkled that she was so embarrassed by his tease. “Twins?”
He nodded in understanding, thinking of the last horrible prank the twins had been involved in. "Actually, I came here because Smokescreen is patching up Wheeljack after our . . . VIGOROUS training exercise." When Optimus had the good graces to look a bit uncomfortable, Arcee just shrugged a shoulder.
"He deserves it and you know it. Need I remind you of what Twin T
One Human, One Spark 4Wheeljack paced restlessly as he waited for the Jackhammer to Autopilot its way to his position. He ignored the sparks of pain on his wounded hip and leading arm and shoulder. He didn't have the time to stop the leaking. Primus only knew what Dreadwing could do to Miko while he had her . . .One Human, One Spark 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His spark clenched violently with territorial worry. The things he would DO to that sniveling Decepticon scum when he got his hands on him! First Seaspray, then Bulkhead, and nowhe fragging kidnapped Miko! Wheeljack roared in frustrated fury, slamming his restless fists into a tree. The wood splintered beneath his hands. He quaked in fury. Weak, soft, helpless MikoHis dentures gnashed in his jaw. He had been charged with protecting her. And, if he didn't get his act together, he was going to fail her.
His back stiffened. His shoulders hunched as he gripped the tree so tightly it began to snap beneath the force of his grasp. He would not fail. Not again!
Wheeljack cringed when the
One Human, One Spark 59Wheeljack twitched again on the floor. Wrists locked tight in manacles, he glared foully at his prison while trying to move his shoulders a little for relief from the tight position.One Human, One Spark 591 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
What could he do? He was actually quite—begrudgingly—impressed that the Autobots actually HAD a brig at all. At most, it could hold four as he could see the places where it would split again down the centers, but for him they left it as one giant half room of the hangar. Empty, save for a hard berth. Wheeljack sat on the ground where Prowl had shoved him, and he hadn’t moved from the position since, red optics pinned to the powerful force fields encasing him from all sides. The ship the newbie Autobots came in on must have held some provisions to allow this.
In fact, since he had been tossed in the brig, he had been sure it would have been Optimus Prime that came to question him. Or his little lap dog.
But no. Lo and behold, the door that opened was human sized, and through walked a male.
One Human, One Spark 46They attacked so suddenly Wheeljack barely had the time to blink.One Human, One Spark 462 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Immediately they charged. Swords clashed against each other, sparks igniting in the night and kissing burns across his metal. Wheeljack slashed at Dreadwing, a little more careful than his first two times, testing the warrior’s strength again, knowing that just as he had grown in his fighting skills, so had Dreadwing.
His enemy’s blade was swift and furious, but his own two were restless, smashing back with just as much force at the bigger ‘Con. He twisted back when the tip of Dreadwing’s blade skimmed down his shoulder, giving the first nick to the Decepticon. They parted for the first time, circling slowly in the dead end.
Dreadwing’s burning red optics glowed in the night, blazing with the prospect of the challenge he had been grooming him for. Wheeljack’s icy blue optics glittered coldly, intent on cutting him down to size. A chilly desert breeze howled through the valley.
With a w
Lost in the MirrorHaving slipped passed Ratchet's radar, Smokescreen wonders through the halls of the makeshift Autobot base, the young recruit is very curious of the human world and the new base he has taken shelter in, even if such a trait often lead to a lecture from the grumpy doctor.Lost in the Mirror2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Through one of the many large doors, a shimmer of silver catches his optics, gleaming out from behind the dirty glass. Smokescreen hums in thought and turns, placing one hand over a control panel the causing the door to creak open. The gears groan in dire need of oil, the Elite Guard winces covering his audios at the horrid sound, “Primus I know these humans have oil! Poor thing... I'll bring you some later alright?” he speaks the old machine in pity. Shaking away the ringing noise he walks into the hanger, he reaches out to the hidden silver object, the slight gleam beaconing him closer, wanting to be held again. With two fingers he grabs it, it feels like the fabric humans wear, but, with the same texture
Kindred Sparks 3Chapter 3Kindred Sparks 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Okay ‘Bots, what’s the situation?” Agent William Fowler asked in an agitated voice as he exited the hidden elevator that led down into the Autobot’s base, his heavy footfalls echoing as he entered the silo proper.
“Agent Fowler,” the Autobot Commander greeted him in that calm, reasonable voice of his that Fowler envied during times of crisis. “As I said when we contacted you, Rafael has been abducted from his school. We believe that M.E.C.H. is the most likely culprit.” How the Prime was able to keep his cool head during every fiasco was something the federal agent would have given his wings to know. Privately the man believed it helped that Optimus didn’t have anyone over his head second guessing his decisions.
“Yeah, I heard that,” the ex-army ranger said, a hand running through his hair as he began to pace.
'Til All Are One'Til All Are One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author’s note: It pains me that such a phenomenal TV series like ‘Transformers Prime’ has ended whereas the other crap on TV is still going. But I guess like ‘Avengers: Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ and ‘Young Justice’ it was just too good to last. Please note that this takes place a few cycles (years) after the events of the final episode/movie Predacons Rising which I highly recommend watching if you haven’t already. But enough of my fanboyism, let’s get started!
WARNING! SPOILERS! WATCH THE TRANSFORMERS PRIME TV SERIES (seriously, it has a greater impact when you watch it from beginning to end) BEFORE READING!
Also if there are any elements of this story you don’t like please try not to let it ruin the story.
Cybertron, Iacon Council Tower
Nearly all refugees, be they Autobot or Decepticon, had returned to the now fully restored planet of Cybertron to bask in its glory with fresh Energon and new life. With Team Pri
One Human, One Spark 16Blue optics opened. A steady beeping filled the missile silo, and his chest ached low. He groaned.One Human, One Spark 162 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Wheeljack? How are you feeling?"
Wheeljack shifted his optics over to Ratchet who was scanning him again, double checking his status even before he answered.
His glossia felt a little thick, like it was having troubles working with his articulators. His throat was still raw, most likely from the screaming and the choking. His central processor throbbed. His systems felt sluggish and slow as they struggled to recalibrate to their full capacity. Experimentally, Wheeljack flexed his hands and drew them into fists.
Ratchet made a perturbed sound in the back of his throat. "Hm, well yes, considering what slag you put yourself through, it's no wonder you feel like that."
A tired scowl came to Wheeljack's face. Pushing himself into a sitting position and pulling off the instruments attached to him, Ratchet arching a warning brow at him. Wheeljack felt the strain it took for that si
One Human, One Spark 14A heavy groan punctured the quiet conversation in the missile silo. Ratchet's comatose patient struggled to awaken, body shifting weakly.One Human, One Spark 142 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheeljack mumbled an almost incoherent curse when pain assaulted his sensors. A hand pressed down on his good shoulder.
His audio receptors struggled to decipher the medic's words, but all he could catch was, ". . . tensive surgery . . . don't need you . . . spark . . . she's with . . . awake . . . eeljack?"
Wheeljack heaved another groan, shifting uncomfortably on his medical berth. He couldn't figure out for the life of him figure out why Ratchet was speaking through a tunnel. His optics finally recalibrated and onlined, but the picture was fuzzy and almost indecipherable through the static. He could make out a form moving above him.
His words slurred. "Feels'like a bad game've Cocktail Runner . . ." He moaned again, each spark beat hurting like he was being carved open. "Only worse."
" . . . still . . . Wheeljack, I need . . . awake . . ."
One Human, One Spark 61Armor was scattered from one end of the room to the other. Arcee didn't mind. In fact, she sighed, quite content where she was sprawled on top of Wheeljack after a . . . heh, a VERY enthralling night.One Human, One Spark 611 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ignoring that it was drawing closer to the hour that morning when someone was going to be coming to let her out of the cell, Arcee took a deep breath, breathing as deep as she could of Wheeljack’s scent. She had fared well through the night. There were a few bruises along her protoform from where he had gripped her too tightly, patterns of fingerprints on her arms and waist, but they hardly bothered her.
Sitting up slightly, Arcee gazed down at where his optics were shuttered in his recharge. Indulging in the fact that she was finally the one up first for a change, Arcee let her gaze travel over the built frame beneath her. The edge of her lip curled up.
Her Wrecker. All hers.
Idly, she reached a finger out and gently traced the scars on his lips. From there, she traced downwards an
TFP: The Kitten(edited version http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7244005/1/The_Kitten )TFP: The Kitten4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Miko giggled to herself lightly as she tried to cover the moving bulge beneath her shirt as she walked into the main hangar of the Autobot HQ. Bulkhead chuckled behind her as they casually walked behind and past Ratchet, smirking widely to themselves as they tried to creep past.
The medic lifted his head from what he was doing and glanced behind him slightly, raising a brow. When he heard the snickering, he narrowed the other brow suspiciously and turned to face them, crossing his arms over his chasis. "Alright what are you two up to?"
Bulkhead straightened up with a perky grin. "Nothin', Ratch. Miko just told me a joke on the way in here is all. We're still cracking up over it."
The older 'bot scowled at them shrewdly, placing his fists on his hips. "My model may be somewhat obsolete, Bulkhead, but my hearing is as accurate as ever. She didn't say scrap to you when you walked in."
"I meant when we were driving thr
Bedzie fajnie!-Max, ja chyba nie mogę.Bedzie fajnie!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Nie gadaj, chodź.
-No dalej, siadaj! - Max energicznie poklepał miejsce obok siebie. Lee spojrzał na nie z wyraźnym przerażeniem. - Przecież cię nie zjem, będzie fajnie.
-Boję się właśnie, że nie będzie - chłopak niechętnie opadł na materac swojego łóżka. Zaciskając wargi skrzyżował nogi w tureckim siadzie, by po chwili odwrócić się twarzą do przyjaciela. - Mogłem ci nie mówić, że jeszcze nigdy... ten tego.
-Ale byłeś naiwnym debilem, powiedziałeś mi i teraz nie dam ci spokoju! - Max był podekscytowany, a jednocześnie nieco rozbawiony. Klasnął raz w ręce, po czym ułożył je na swoich kolanach. - Obiecuję ci, że będziesz to miło wspominał.
Szatyn uśmiechnął się zadziornie przy tych sło
One Human, One Spark 3"So? What's up?"One Human, One Spark 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheeljack glanced up to where Miko was starting to approach him in the back of the silo, and he held out a hand. "Stay right there, Babe," he said, pausing his progress. "I want you to keep a twenty foot distance from me at all times."
She wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms. "What? You want me to keep shouting at you from way over here to keep talking to you?"
Wheeljack risked a glance up at her with a grin before he focused down on the capsule on the table. "I have a penchant for blowing stuff up," he told her wryly. "Just ask the othersI bet Optimus wouldn't want you in the same room as me right now. In fact, back up another ten feet, just for your own well being and my peace of mind."
Miko frowned more but backed up accordingly. She raised her voice more to be heard. "So what is it?"
A grin touched his face, but Wheeljack didn't remove his eyes from rerouting the capsule just right. "It's a grenade," he said, carefully attaching a wire to its designated po
Roy x Ed - Secret Fetishes 2Edward pushed his long, sleek blonde hair over his left shoulder. It had just struck six and the halls of Central were lifeless and quiet. All except of course the gentle humming coming from Mustang's office. Ed could hear the young man's sweet, sultry hummning and he could see Roy's shadow under the door. The Colonel's office must have been the only one with working heating as a welcoming wave of warmth greeted Edward on him taking a few small steps forward. His heart was racing. After what had happened in the other office that day Ed had no idea what Roy was up to. The soft humming from inside the door ceased as Ed noticed the shadow came nearer to the door. His heart was racing faster now. Mustang was getting closer. Just a few more centimetres and...Roy x Ed - Secret Fetishes 26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"FullMetal," Mustang smiled deviously as he swung the office door open. He had in his hand a small glass of red wine, swirling it gently.
"Colonel Mustang..." Edward swallowed hard.
"Oh Ed, don't act so rigid around me. We're out of of
Through the Shattered Glass Ch. 3Starscream flies alone high in the skies over the devastated wasteland. The apocalypse seems to have struck and was quickly spreading across this primitive world. The seeker shutters as sour memories of Cybertron's darkest, final hours return to haunt him. If they were not swift, Earth would suffer the same fate under the tyrannical gaze of Optimus, the False Prime.Through the Shattered Glass Ch. 33 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
His mind drifts back to the last several days. Never did he think they would befriend the natives of this world, much less those from a mirrored universe. Such a thing seemed impossible! But those three young humans were living proof that it was possible, with a ground bridge glitch, to cross into a mirror universe. The humans have to get back to their own world, a task proving to be impossible but ever growing in importance. Starscream wouldn't openly admit it, but he was getting slightly attached to the humans, however, this world was far from safe for them. They don't belong here anyway! They had to find someone to get t
One Human, One Spark 52Something smelled fishy.One Human, One Spark 522 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first human using their cellular device? He didn’t think the kid would make the same mistake twice. The second? She would never. Twice in a row was suspicious, but Starscream deployed more troops. And an energon mine getting attacked at the same time?
Dumb. But Starscream was dumber, so Wheeljack watched arrogantly with his arms crossed as Starscream made a fool of himself scattering half the army across the continent. And, turned out, the mine was not under attack—the Autobots had used the derelict HARBINGER to infiltrate their communications.
Sly, he would give them that. But foolhardy.
“Open a ground bridge to the HARBINGER!”
No sooner had Starscream ordered Soundwave than did a blast rock up Darkmount’s base struts, rattling all the way to their height by the force of the blow. Wheeljack’s gaze flattened.
The fresh batch of Synthen burned in his systems. It created a palpable, stinging buzz that made his trig
One Human, One Spark 9"WHAT are these doing here?"One Human, One Spark 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Miko woke groggily to Ratchet's bellowing voice, and then, she suddenly remembered the slumber party. Pushing out of her sleeping bag with a grin, she caught sight of Raf's puckered and red face, and she laughed at him. Ratchet whirled with the offending underwear pinched between his fingers, holding them far away from his body.
"Miko . . ."
She laughed freely. Snickering and pointing her finger to Raf, she said, "Ask him."
Ratchet looked down incredulously on the embarrassed Raf. The boy stepped barefoot out of his sleeping bag and sheepishly held out his hand.
"Um . . . Those are mine."
Bewildered, Ratchet let Raf have his underwear without any preamble. Then, he narrowed his optics at Miko.
"I so swear if I found it was you that put his under garments there . . ." He blinked slowly. "Wait . . . why are you dressed in Jack's clothes?"
Miko squeaked, waving her hands. Jack's sleeves fell over her hands. "No! No way! It wasn't me, I swear, Ratch! Raf
One Human, One Spark 24“What do you mean you’re going back to Tokyo!”One Human, One Spark 242 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wheeljack whirled around at the offending little human, and she just rolled her eyes while she drew a picture of Bulkhead licking his paw—a cat that Ratchet was still not happy that it was staying in the base. Still, Mrs. Davis didn’t want it in the house, so this was the compromise. “Duh,” she muttered, squinting her eyes and working hard on his tail. “I wasn’t going to be spending Christmas with the Davis’s. I’ll be back home for that.”
Wheeljack’s jaw dropped. “Seri—You—Seriously? Y—No.”
He sent Arcee a helpless and bewildered glance, but the femme just shrugged. So did Bee. “But I thought—I thought you were going to be spending Christmas here! Y-You know, with us! With me!” Actually, it hadn’t once crossed his mind that she would be going back to Tokyo, and it hadn’t once crossed h
One Human, One Spark 40“Wheeljack. Topspin. Miko.”One Human, One Spark 402 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
All three looked up guiltily. Wheeljack covered it with a look of nonchalance. Topspin covered it with a nervous grin. Miko just plain looked guilty.
It was enough for the Prime to know, YES, he was on the right trail.
The Prime blinked down at them. “Where is Twin Twist?”
The brief flicker of a smirk across Wheeljack’s lips was all he needed. Topspin gave a nervous laugh, and Miko looked up at the two Wreckers, not understanding.
Ratchet, across the room, sees all this and had to come over, wondering what had got his leader’s hackles up. “Optimus?”
“I’ll handle this,” Optimus stressed, narrowing his optics. “Wheeljack?”
It took him a moment to school his grin. “Sir?”
“Where is Twin Twist.”
“You mean you don’t know?”
He seemed surprised. Optimus’s gaze flattened even more. “No, I do not. And he has not been seen all day.”
TF Prime: An Itch You Can't Ratch' chapter 11Main characters: Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, June DarbyTF Prime: An Itch You Can't Ratch' chapter 112 years ago in Drama More Like This
Pairings: none yet, officially (some hinted)
Genres: Friendship, Family, Romance, minor Hurt & Comfort, some humorous situations.
All Ratchet wanted was to be left alone in his destined misery. Then June is made his charge. Slowly crawling under his metallic skin, neither foresaw the results that would eventually occur after June finds a side to an overcharged Ratchet nobody knew existed. Little by little, past secrets come to light, shocking revelations unfold, and poor Ratchet can't seem to catch a break from everything that's going on. If something isn't wrong at the base, it's his personal life that's suddenly become a playground for the ever fun-loving spawns of bad luck and cruel fate. For better or worse, things shall never be the same again; at least not after Ratchet eventually -to his horror- discovers something life-changing about himself and a fellow comrade. Focuses on Ratchet, June, Smokescreen an