Typical MorningMore Like This
The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a
Christmas Gift for Al-AbbasiMore Like This
Christmas Gift for Al-Abbasi
Summary: Based off my story “Starscream and Alexis Series” for Transformers Armada. Alexis has a sick day.
Author’s Notes: 1000 word drabble for Al-Abbasi
Sick in bed was not Alexis’ idea of fun. She completely hated it. It already was overwhelming with learning she was being transformed into a Transformer and now she had to get sick and be forced to stay in bed. She and the boys spent the weekend at the Autobot base and for the entire weekend, she kept feeling like she was going to come down with something. Finally on Sunday, she woke coughing and it worried Red Alert.
Alexis always hated being sick and now was even worse. All her Autobot friends were worried about her even after being reassured her illness was a common aliment with humans.
“You up for some company?” asked her friend who happened to be a former Decepticon.
Alexis turned to see Starscream at the entrance to the room she was in. She was lying in a human be
The QuestMore Like This
Life was hard in the desert lately. The always scarce wildlife seemed to disappear and the small tribe of the fire dragons was almost starving; the Sire-dragons had to fly further and further every orn to find anything that they could bring back to the Carriers and the younglings. Even worse, the very rocks and metals of the planet seemed to grow restless, quaking more and more often, ruining the caves and threatening the dragons with rockfalls and suddenly appearing lava-eruptions. Megatron had his claws full with complaints and arguments from all the tribe, besides caring for his own mate and sparklings. He already had to part with some of his hoard, to exchange with the lava dragon tribe who seemed to be able to catch more game; and it put him into a foul mood. No dragon has ever lived on Cybertron who liked to give away anything that they collected in their long lives.
He knew that if things were going to continue this way, he'd soon have to do something, perhaps