Author's Notes: Two Christmases ago, fresh from a now-dead LJ RP game, I started writing this series of Christmas drabbles, based on some crack my roommate and I created while playing in said game.

Bumblebee and Prowl are the TF:A versions. We were playing them for a while before we bailed and I'm using those incarnations of them here. Bumblebee has matured a lot from the obnoxious show-off he is in-series. We're shipping Bee and Prowl here, so...yeah.

Scorponok is from TF2K7. He showed up in the game in need of a new host and wound up with few choices...Bee being the best of them. He's smaller and sillier and a lot less deadly than in the movie; more like a special child than a blood-thirsty Decepticon. Maybe it's Bee rubbing off on him?

Oh, and they're human because we liked them to be from time to time. They're also sort of functioning as a family unit. Deal with it, enjoy the crackiness, if you please. Hooray for wildly OOC characters? I amuse myself, in any case.


December 13

This particular mall Santa had thought he'd seen it all, so he was completely at a loss over how to handle the scrawny child who leapt into his lap and began gesturing wildly, hands flailing and twirling as he (she?) let loose a string of non-word syllables.

He (she?) was a peculiar looking child to begin with, with spindly limbs, bright crimson eyes and silvery-grey hair, waist-length and bound in a messy braid. Something had been off about the way he-or-she moved; the child's steps had been lilting and glide-y, almost more like some kind of erratic dance than a walking gait.

Odd.

Really odd.

"He's non-verbal." The blond teenager with the twittering child supplied oh-so-helpfully, "But he really, really wanted to see you, because he really believes you'll come down the chimney -even though we don't have one- and bring him stuff if he sits on you."

"Oh." The rent-a-Santa blinked, looking between them, "Well…Has he been a good boy, then?" Though the question was addressed to the blond, the child began bobbing his head up and down in earnest, hands flailing wildly again.

"He'd like to think so." Came the snorted reply.

"What does he want for Christmas?"

"A backhoe." The blond rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little.

"Ah, that's an excellent choice. Those kinds of toys certainly are popular this year! And here I thought children had forgotten how to use their imaginations, oh ho ho ho!" 'Santa' chuckled, slipping effortlessly back into his role as jolly gift bringer.

"Not a toy." The teenager deadpanned, causing the man to stop mid-ho, "A real one." There was a pause, then another helpful addition of "he likes to dig."

There was another long silence as the Santa looked between them again. The child was fluttering again, grinning widely, and the teenager looked amused, probably at the confused look on his face. Rubbing at the bridge of his nose, he beckoned to the head elf.

He was sorely in need of a break.