Yeah, I know. The LAST thing I need to be doing is starting another story, especially one in the "Wonderwall" 'verse. To be fair, this isn't a multi-chapter format, though. Once I get more chapters up, you could read them in any order you want. I don't give a shit! This particular starter takes place after "Wonderwall", so, spoiler alert, Soundwave and his cassettes are living in the Ark, much to the chagrin of Red Alert. I never claimed my plot lines made any sense...

Just to remind you, as it's been a short while since I've done anything in this 'verse ("Through Glass" is giving me a hell and a half, and I admit I'm procrastinating "You May Be Right" as well...), this is the fourth fic in the saga, though some chapters may take place during or even before the other fics. The pairings explicitly stated in the various fics that will be written in this fic are StarscreamXBumblebee, SoundwaveXJazz, RatchetXTwins, and ThundercrackerXSkywarp. Skyfire and Starscream had a relationship in the past, and Prowl is in love with Jazz. Other implied relationships/crushes will come along as they come along. Got that?

I don't own "Transformers" or the song from which this collection of ficlets gets its title. Those honours fall to Hasbro and Richard O'Brien.

oOo

When Heaven's in the music

Hell is in control

The angels got the voices

But the devil's got the rock and roll

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"Primus damn it!"

Ratchet couldn't help but snicker as one of his extremely pissed-off mates burst into the ranking officer's breakroom, where he and Jazz were currently located.

"Sideswipe, you aren't supposed to be in here," the medic smirked good-naturedly. Really, he couldn't be bothered to care at the moment - Sideswipe had had this coming for a long time, and it was amusing.

"Where is he?" the red mech growled, more like his brother would than himself. "Where is that Unicron-spawned blue runt?"

"What'd he do?" Jazz piped up, curiosity getting the best of him.

"...I don't want to talk about it..." Sideswipe muttered. The prankster was quickly learning, since the cassettes' arrival after the big rescue, that being on the recieving end of a cruel prank was extremely unpleasant.

"Then get out of here and bother someone who cares," Ratchet grumbled, his red lover's jaw dropping in response.

"Ratch!" he sounded aghast and Ratchet had to do all in his power not to scoop up the Lamborghini right then and there in the breakroom - in front of Jazz, nonetheless!

"You heard me. It's called karma, Sideswipe. Get used to it. Anyway, how would Rumble be doing in here anyway? Only officers have the access code."

The red twin grumbled again, before abruptly turning and stalking off, in search of the blue cassette twin.

"Primus help me," the ambulance cycled extra air through his vents, somewhat the equivalent of a mechanical sigh. "One set of twins around here was more than enough!"

"At least now there's hope for 'em," Jazz shrugged his shoulders, then winced. "Kink in mah neck," he explained. "'samatter o' fact, I'm pretty sore ev'rywhere."

"Serves you right," the medic chuckled. "You're fraggin' insatiable. And loud when you overload - have some respect for your neighbours!"

"You chose the room across from mine, Ratch. An' Sounds an' I are just makin' up fo' lost time."

"Right..." Ratchet smirked at his friend, who grinned right back. Jazz knew he was only teasing. "Speaking of twins, how did Rumble and Frenzy survive? In the early vorns in the war, most sets of twins were deactivated - we were all shocked when we found our resident hellions."

"Why're ya askin' me?"

"You were there, weren't you?"

The saboteur shifted uncomfortably, and Ratchet felt a twinge of guilt. He knew his old friend didn't like to be reminded.

"In case ya fo'got, Sounds an' I weren't exactly on friendly terms after... well, y'know..."

"Forget I asked. I was just curious."

"Nah, I'm fine." Jazz paused for a breem before stating, "From what little I saw, since the day they came online, Rumble an' Frenzy looked out fo' each other, an' if anyone had a problem wit' it, Sounds dealt wit' 'em. It's how Mega-fragger noticed him so quickly... bloodthirsty scrap heap never valued the individual lives o' his underlings..."

"And you just ignored the fact that your ex-roommate wasn't much better?"

"I didn't ignore it! It really hurt ta see Sounds like that, killin' off any po' idiot who tried to break apart his family unit. I'll never forget the things I saw, but I understand what he was feelin'. He already lost one son. In that situation, would you be able ta stand the thought o' losin' two more?"

"Slag, you Autobots are sappy!" a third voice interrupted the conversation. "Makin' me wanna purge my intakes... no wonder Ravage didn't wanna come here..."

"You know, you can leave. Sideswipe isn't right outside waiting for you," Ratchet glared at Rumble. The blue tape regarded this for a minute, waved a hand at Jazz in some form of parting salute, and calmly sunk into a floor vent. The medic turned his glare to Jazz.

The Porsche tried to look as innocent as possible. "What?"

-fin-

Jazz's past that he doesn't like to reminded of will be briefly touched on in "Through Glass", as well as future ficlets within this collection. I hope you enjoy all these short additions to the "Wonderwall" 'verse. Be sure to leave nice reviews!