Meme Writing
By Tiara Light
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Put Ipod on shuffle and write until song stops, repeat for between five and twenty songs, I ended up with 25. Don't have an Ipod or anything similar so I used my favorite radio station. Not so easy because I don't always recognize what song is playing or the artist. I came across this idea done by several other authors on .
Chosen pairing: Sam/Mech
Warning: Xeno, Male/non-gender species.
They are supposed to be one shots but I realized about half way through they seemed to intertwine into a single plot even though they are not always chronological.
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1) Stairway to Heaven
Sam sat on top of one of the hangers watching the Autobots he had grown close to greet several newcomers. Their movements were oddly choreographic, almost like a ritual dance. The patterns forming around Optimus Prime expanding and contracting in a way that was oddly familiar to Sam.
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2) Signed, Sealed, Delivered
Sam was most unhappy to be kidnapped in broad daylight in the middle of the Autobot compound by Skids and Mudflap. Not just snatched and carried off but wrapped in sheets and trussed up like a deer. Prowl wasn't happy either when he unwrapped his 'birthday' present.
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3) Eye of the Tiger
Bumblebee and Sam just stared in shock as they were surrounded by Seekers.
"Bumblebee does that big guy have yellow optics?" Sam asks confused,
Bumblebee turns his attention to the largest white and red seeker momentarily. "A neutral, I did not know there were any left."
"Um, there are a couple with blue optics as well." Sam's confusion is increasing by the moment.
"Do not worry little ones, we only want a word with the human when he has learned what he can do for us, for the survival of our people." The biggest one murmurs. "Will you talk with us when your friends are able to explain the changes you are going through?"
"Er, I guess." Sam glances at Bumblebee's dashboard.
"Thank you."
With that the seekers were gone.
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4) Your Lifting Me Up
Sam laughs and whoops joyfully as adrenaline courses through his body. Bumblebee turns donuts and fishtails through loops and slaloms as the re-ensparked Jazz pops wheelies and other intricate stunts. All of them celebrating Jazz's return and the newly forming bond forming between the three of them and by extension the Autobot's already established bond mates. Bumblebee pulls into the lead again, guiding his friends to a special place he had found by accident when he had first landed.
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5) Didn't recognize this song. First word "Drive" part of bridge "Love makes you do stupid things"
It is a race for cover as a horrendous storm roils over the plains slowly catching up with Autobots racing for shelter along with the humans that had chosen to remain with them, instead of going with the majority of humans when they had moved into hidden bio-spheres. Bio-spheres which had become increasingly necessary, because despite stopping the Sun Harvester there had still been consequences. The arrival of the Autobots scientist and more medics had allowed for the invention of the hidden bio-spheres and the bio-tech re-breathers the Autobot allies used.
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6) Africa by Toto
Walking along the edges of the oasis marking the location of base they were currently building Sam wonders if any of this would have been different if he had helped when Optimus Prime had first asked. A large shape appears out of the darkening sand dunes as if Sam's thoughts had conjured him. Perhaps they had since their life forces where now irrevocably intertwined as brothers.
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7) One Way or Another by Blondie
Sam ran cursing his luck. Wanting desperately to know how the hell Barricade always managed to find him when he was out of contact with the Autobots. Especially now that the Con so obviously wasn't interested in killing him, but wanted something so much more unsettling. An attempt to kill him would be preferable.
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8) Kyrie Elesion by Mister, Mister
Another safe base, this one literally built within the Canadian Rockies. It was dark and cold on the balcony with only the stars providing light to the ancient rock.
A presence shifted in the shadows behind Sam. "Sideswipe."
"My twin lives, I can feel him within my spark."
Sam nods. "He completes you."
"True, but you have helped smooth the emptiness more than I can express."
"Your welcome Sides, as is your twin."
Sideswipe grins at the nickname that only Sam was allowed to use freely. "Thank you."
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9) Don't Stand So Close
His breath catches, Megatron is standing on the other side of the shield, seeming to stare straight at him despite knowing it concealed everything within. Sam tries to stop the thrill that goes through him as one massive clawed hand caresses the shield.
"My pet."
Sam shakes backing away, something in the War Lord has changed, besides his outward shell. "No."
"Do you like what you see, pet?" Megatron's voice is a deep dark rumble.
A groan escapes Sam, the power within him responding to the tone and the smooth visage Megatron has adopted. A truly gorgeous sculpture of living metal arranged purposefully. "Devil."
"Angel, only you can give us what we now desire." Megatron's hand now trails down his own frame, showing off.
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10) Hurt so Good
With weary eyes Sam looks out over a vast patchwork of fields, orchards, and wild habitats teeming with animals both wild and domesticate. Humans no longer ventured out of the city bio-spheres, they had something similar to space bridges to get from place to place now, which had become the crystal and gold cages. (The sever decrease in fertility and the dangers presented by thinning ozone layer and rogue Decepticons kept the human population lower than it had once been, allowing nature to repair itself and flourish. Those who had stayed outside had either died or been changed, by their own choice and hands. Sam was the only one that still looked as humans once were, unchanging and healthy when he should be old and ill. Some much lost in sorrow and pain, yet so much gained for the future, it was an odd duality.)
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11) She's got the look
Megatron was back - bearing gifts. Where he had found all the human artwork, luxury furniture some of it antique even before the domes, jewelry, precious metals, decorative stone, and decadent fabrics. Sam sighs, irritated that despite the shields blocking visual or physical evidence of his presence Megatron still found him.
"No insects were harmed in the collection of the trinkets." Megatron boasts smugly. "Or humans."
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12) Here Comes the Night
Laughter fills the air as children, the precious few born to the NEST descendants, race between their parents and the gentle lapping waves as a bonfire leaps as dances in the darkening dusk. Sam is sprawled out across Jazz's hood with Bee hovering above him.
"Tonight?"
Sam nods softly in response, enjoying the harmonizing vibrations the two Autobots are putting out.
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13) No Matter Where You Go
"Gah, would you quit." Sam wiggles away from the exploring hands. "Barricade? What the pit are you doing?"
"You look tasty."
"That just sounds wrong coming from something that can't even consume organic material." Sam twitches as Barricade uses his claws to draw slow grooves in the ground on either side of him.
"But still oh so true, especially when you are spread out on display like this." Barricade lowers his head until the only thing Sam can see is his optics. "You smell good to."
Sam groans, torn between mortification and reluctantly flattered. "I just want to know why?"
Barricade uses extreme delicacy to touch Sam's chest. "You now carry the ability to germinate a new spark if placed within a mature spark with a correspondingly strong energy reserve."
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14) Just Take Me Home
Sam growls at the circle of Cons and the clearly amused Barricade who is lounging off to one side. "Has it ever occurred to you glitches that you of each will have to spend several years exclusively carrying and caring for a sparkling if I do what you want? Feeding, teaching, guarding, and nurturing its spark until it can survive on its own? How are you going to get enough energy for yourself as well as the sparkling, you wont be able fight or roam around like you are used to doing." Sam points at each of the leaders of the Constructicons, Stunticons, and Combaticons. "Choose one of your group to be the carrier, I would suggest the calmest, the rest of your group will look after them and the sparkling until it is in its first mature frame."
"Can't we put it in a mature frame once it is sparked?" Octane mutters from the back earning glares from all the 'Cons.
"Not unless you are trying to kill the 'young' spark, they have to mature through the originally intended stages so they don't suffer the same type of damage some of you have."
"Oh."
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15) Money
"You are courting me." Sam accuses Megatron having been caught in the open with only Trailblazer's force field stopping an all out kidnapping. "Which is ill advised since that implies something exclusive, you do not share well, and I doubt you wish to personally spark carry several thousand new sparks."
"I will provide carriers, and assure you and they are cared for. Worshiped even, as is your right." Megatron circles the force field tapping it occasionally to test its strength.
"I am already well cared for, though I am sincerely flattered by your offer and gifts." Sam shifts nervously at the sideways glance the Autobots gives him. "As for carriers, well several of your troops are already aware that they can approach me." Sam blushes deep red.
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16) Don't Cha by Pussycat Dolls
"Slag it all Barricade, would you stop snatching me whenever I try to have some time to myself." Sam snaps at the grinning Con.
"Not until I feel you pressed within my spark convulsing in pleasure." Barricade leers at Sam.
"You -" Sam ducks out of Barricades grasp and backs away. "Your not actually old enough to support a new spark."
"I know." Barricade pounces on Sam his spark chamber sliding open. "I want to feel you, to know you."
Sam sinks to the ground trying to slide out from under Barricade only to find his way blocked by the 'Cons armor. "You want feel just me, but them as well."
"Even better, I always did think the little yellow bug had a fine aft." Barricade's purr shakes Sam to his bones.
"Pervert."
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17) Private Eyes
Their private drive through the flowering desert after the spring rains is interrupted by the appearance by over a dozen Seekers. Jazz transforms quickly hoping to create an opening for Bumblebee to escape. Hands caressing him, silently communicating that their company isn't looking for a fight, effectively sidetrack him and he cant suppress a tremble. Jazz whirls at a choked purr from Bumblebee who is receiving much the same trearment, and can only stare in confusion as the Seekers begin dropping their outer armor leaving them in the semi-elastic inner amour skin that was develop as an extension of the facial derma plates. The inner skin protects gears and wiring from grit and chemicals while still allowing trusted companions to stimulate wiring, gears, and sensory nodes.
Sam steps out of Bumblebee. "I see you figured out best to make sure I was receptive to your proposal." He sways and moans as one of the Seekers gets bold enough to slide a digit into one of Bumblebee's wheel wells. "How many?"
Starscream motions to four others who are the focus of the most attention from the other Seekers. "Trines were always meant to support the rearing of sparklings, one to be the main nurture, one the be the provider, and one to be the defender."
Sam stares at Starscream. "You think I habe the energy reserves to spark four Seekers at one time, I am flatered, but not bloody likely."
"Five SparkSire, and I think I am more than capable of bringing you and yours more than just five measly overloads." Starscream motions to a stack of crates Sam and his mates had not noticed before. "We brought enough supplies for several days, if you or the ground pounders can't keep up."
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18) Gotta Have Faith
Sam hates getting hurt and ending up in Med-Bay with Rachet grumbling and growling about constantly having to fix someone or the other. He knew that the scarier Ratchet was the more worried he was for his patients, the more they meant to him. It wasn't about his pride as a medic or any gratitude his patients might show, it was about his spark the depth and strength of which was unfathomable. Ratchet was sparked to be a doctor, it didn't matter what he might have done once upon a time before the war on Cybertron, he loved his patients and his spark reached out to each and every one of them while he worked to heal them. Sam can only watch in awe as Ratchet heals each break, dent, and scratch with the same devotion he would if it were his own mate under his care.
When it is Sam's turn to be checked over he can't help allowing himself a moment of weakness to brush his lips across the fingers that are helping him and whisper to Ratchet of his thanks and faith.
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19) Your Still the Same
This time Barricade brought a friend,
"Ladiesman217." Barricade's tone is formal.
"Barricade, who is your friend." Sam grudgingly allowed Barricade's odd attachment to him but he was not going to allow some one else to witness the oddity.
"Swindle." The answer is short and clipped.
Sam folds his arms glaring. "I have heard of him. He was not present when his team came to me." Sam looks coldly at the rogue. "What do you want?"
"Samples, in exchange for your life." Swindle frowns at both at what had been said about his team and the unimpressed look the threat garners.
"How are you going to get a sample from spark to spark contact?" Sam states the chill of his voice becoming more evident. "Plus Primus himself decides if the recipient is capable of nurturing a sparkling before full spark germination occurs, I will have no part in supplanting his place with the race he created."
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20) Happy Trails
Sam is both elated and sad when the Autobot convoy splits up to run checks on all the safe bases that they had set up so far. The split up was arranged not only to speed up the process but also to make them harder targets to locate and so they couldn't be followed to each and every base. It was also to let Sam relax some since there had been another wave of mechs to arrive on Earth, a few of which had been a bit to-o fascinated with Sam for anyone's comfort on top of Megatron's increasingly frequent visits. To achieve the last part of the goal he would be travelling with a group of mechs that he trusted but didn't interact with on a regular basis. Of the group he had only dealt with Prowl enough to have formed a friendship and that was only because they shared a mate. Prowl had been spark bonded to Jazz long before Sam was born or had formed a bond with the Special Ops commander in order to call his spark back to his body. None of those involved in the bond objected, though Jazz had been hinting at trying to convince Prowl to 'loosen up'.
21) Shaking by Eddy Money
Sam blushed furiously, despite having two full-time Autobot mates and a handful of energy sharing companions that both Bumblebee and Jazz approved of which included a persistent pervy 'Con, he wasn't an exhibitionist. The group he was currently with were virtually strangers, to be stripping his clothes off to bathe, thanks to an unfortunate encounter with a skunk, knowing that they were all watching him was - intense. He knew that Prowl received some back wash from his own bond with Jazz every time Sam was with Jazz, the others though not fixated where still curious. Sam just knew his various bonds liked to talk or in some individual's cases boast about him and now these six seemed all to happy to take the chance to ogle him.
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22) She's Not There by The Zombies
Mikaela had walked out, just told him to 'go screw your car already'. Kissed him on the cheek and told him he was the best friend a girl could ask for, but- Bumblebee and he were not like 'THAT'. And then she was gone and Bumblebee was carrying him to somewhere that he could break down in private, without an audience. Sam appreciated it, he just wished Mikaela had done the same instead of in front of the whole crew.
A dim blue light causes Sam to look around. "Where are we Bumblebee."
"Paying our respects." Bumblebee sets him down on a ledge that surrounds an eerily quiet berth.
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23) Too Shy by Kajagoogoo
"Prowl, have you figured out how they keep finding me?" Sam asks one day while curled up on a bean bag placed on one corner of Prowl's desk. "We now know how Barricade has been doing it but not Megatron, Starscream, or the combiners for that matter."
"I have a theory for your repeat offenders, but the combiners disturb me. I suppose Barricade could have told them." Prowl answers while not looking up from his paperwork.
"If you are disturbed think how I feel." Sam snorts. "I've learned to enjoy Barricade's rather affectionate sneak attacks, I can deal with Starscream since he was actually trying to help his race, but Megatron just absolutely creeps me out."
"Yet you are unharmed." Prowl states.
"Would you want to be the one that has Megatron panting at your heels." Sam give Prowl a long hard stare even if the Autobot still hasn't looked up.
"No." Prowl finally glance at him to gauge how frazzled Sam still is from the latest run in with Grimlock, 'Me Grimlock you mate make feel good.' "Ratchet and Wheeljack are actually downloading full etiquette data procedure packets to follow when interacting with you to the Dinobots and everyone else who ends up in med-bay for anything that isn't critical."
Sam snorts. "Start making that a routine for any 'Cons we catch as well, a full medical checkup with updated behavioral etiquette when courting SparkSire's favor."
"We will find out how they are tracking you." Prowl says firmly. "I will approach Red Alert about any suggestions he might have when his shift ends tomorrow."
"Warn Ratchet of the impending melt down before you go." Sam smiles at the snerk Prowl makes. "Because if Red glitches as bad as I think he will, do not blame me if it is hatchets that Ratchet throws at you instead of a wrench."
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24) Lean On Me
Sam sighs contentedly, the breeze wafts across his bare skin a cool caress balancing the prickly heat of the sun as he drifts in pleasant memories both his own and his companions. He trails one hand across the living metal beneath him in absent patterns.
"Samuel?" The Optimus' is soft and curious.
"Yes, Optimus." Sam tuns his head so that his ear is pressed to the metal roof.
"Do you know the translation for any of those symbols?" Optimus' question seems more amused than anything else.
"They're Cybertronian aren't they?" Sam stills instantly and can feel himself tensing back up.
"Undeniably, very complimentary as well." Optimus responds gently.
"Oh?" Sam breathes deeply and lets go of his old fears, he already knows he isn't physically human anymore, its kind of hard to miss when you still look twenty-one on you two hundredth birthday.
"Yes. There was peace, warmth, contentment, friendship, companion, brother, joy, and love. Though when I asked the last one translated as slag." Optimus was definitely amused.
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25) She's Got the Look
Sam stare at the group of 'Bots in front of him incredulously. "You want me to judge which one of you is the prettiest?"
The mechs nods while off to the side Sunstreaker snorts.
"Well at least you didn't ask who was the most charming." Sam grumbles.
Sunstreaker growls. "Squishy."
"And with an expression like that he certainly loses any chance of beating Prime out the title of prettiest." Sam muses out loud.
"So, under that battle mask?" Tracks sulks.
"Oh yeah, he is definitely a looker." Sam grins amused by both Tracks attitude and the fact that his 'brother' tended to hide behind his mask around the majority of the troops he hadn't interacted with in megavorns.
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I think I may separate these out into individual chapters so I can expound on the underlying plot. Question for you my readers, should I put them in chronological order?
P.S. They sort of interconnect with another wild hare of a plot bunny so I may include it as well.