Title: Different Lives and Different Times.
Summary: Drabbles and snippets and sentences based off of a few different stories with the Armada humans and if they became Cybertronian. A shout out to MissCHSparkles, Simply Crisis, saphiredmoon and StoryMaker7 for the inspiration to these! These come from music inspiration and just word prompts. Armada-verse, with hints of other continuities.
Warnings: There is an inter-connecting story to all these drabbles, but you need to look for it, and these are broken drabbles and such because I can't bring myself to write anything full length and believe that if I did I'd hate myself forever. Slash and het.
Post Warning: Please no flames. Pretty please, with smiles and cookie dough on top?

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Rebirth:

The first time they got a look at their new forms, they had been… confused and excited. The boys took it better than the one girl, all compliments and thanks to the Autobots for saving them, but she had practically curled up and into herself. She got over it eventually, but not without resistance.

Eye to Eye- Disney:

"This would be so much easier if Sideways was a good guy, dude."

Billy sighed but agreed. Carlos and he were attempting to perform in their motorcycle forms, Grindor and Sparkplug in disguise and enjoying themselves as the now dark purple Kawasaki and sandy orange Honda showed them about Las Vegas. Carlos was having a bit harder of a time, considering Grindor kept accidentally making him accelerate.

Full Circle:

"Optimus, I'm sorry. I really am, but if a guy like that teaches the way he does, he can't push someone and expect them not to push back."

The tall blue and red mech stared at the lighter blue youngling that every day started to look more like the commander than himself. What he said had merit. The teacher he'd assigned to Rad and Fred wasn't the best and had a shorter fuse than a stick of dynamite. Perhaps Scavenger would have been a better choice? At least he encouraged younglings to actually lay a hand on him.

Survival:

When they had first gotten to Cybertron, Alexis discovered something she had hoped she was wrong about. The Earth born emerald flyer was loathe to find that the planet's population had so very few femmes that she only got to meet Elita, whom Optimus was married to and a young femme called Arcee.

"Where are the other femmes, exactly?" Alexis had asked Hot Shot during training one day, secretly avoiding the other two Autobot ladies.

"Well, many of them hate this war and are stationed on other Transformer planets, most of them neutral," The yellow racer explained, catching her round-house kick before it impaled his optics, "Not far from here, on the planet Velocitron, a lot of them are gathered raising sparklings, who come here after they're old enough."

"That's stupid. If they want the war to end, they should do something about it, not run away with their tails between their legs."

True Light- DNAngel:

A Jeep. A big black Jeep was what Fred had become. He didn't mind so much, it was somewhat original, as far as Transformers went, but he often had trouble with his convertible hood.

Lucky for him, on Cybertron, the hood came in use. It wasn't every day that a mech decided to become a caretaker to sparklings, and he had volunteered to become a giant baby buggy. It was fun work and attracted some young femme's to him. For his sensitivity.

It's a Jungle Out There:

"So, these are the younglings from Earth? They don't look any different from us, though."

Needless to say, the kids' first meeting with the silver mech Jazz had gone less than swimmingly, but not all first impressions were correct. Jetfire knew the music lover from days at the academy and assured them that he could be trusted.

And then came the day he found the Mini-cons listening to Rad's MP3 Player. Suddenly the saboteur was very interested in anything and everything about these five beings.

"… And you're saying that you were organic? All soft and squishy and smaller than my digits?"

"For the fifteenth time, yes!" Billy exclaimed, yellow optics twitching in annoyance as he tried to doze into recharge, Jazz still listening to some song that the teen had grown to hate very much since that morning.

Brains:

"I'm not as stupid as you think I am," Circling the much smaller being, Thrust was enjoying the irritation he caused as Alexis stood over Starscream and Wheeljack, blood, not Energon, seeping from a deep cut in her left wing and shoulder strut. The tactician was happy he had been able to injure this creature that had actually knocked off his facemask.

That comment made Alexis smirk, scoffing a little, "Oh, believe me, you could never be as stupid as I think you are."

Designated Driver:

Rushing from the big black Decepticon he'd managed to somehow piss off in a neutral bar, Carlos kept an optic trained on the two fraggers who had dragged him there in the first place. It wasn't bad enough the two could only interact when Blurr was catching a buzz from high-grade, but now Sideswipe had suckered the Spaniard to be a part of it. Never mind that he didn't even get paid after this, but he was already smarting from Red Alert lecturing him after sneaking out with the other two and whining about losing his facemask the last time they went out.

Wicked:

Sureshock felt it wasn't fair. It had been five years since Earth and the scooter had yet to been able to power link with his girl. High Wire amplified the gun on Rad's arm and Grindor could help Carlos go an extra hundred in horse power. What could the orange Mini-con do? Ride Alexis' shoulder, because trying to link with her led to him getting the worst virus ever and her passing out face first on the floor.

Perhaps he should study the data on her internal system? After all, she had blood flowing through her wiring and the others didn't. She drank low-grade only every three days while the guys drank regularly any grade of Energon available in bulk… Or, maybe he should just stop obsessing over it and be glad he didn't get sucked dry by his Bulk?

… Slag it all.

Lights:

"What exactly are they doing?" Sunstreaker asked his twin curiously, helm tilted to one side as the post-organics decorated the youngling dorms with thousands of little red, blue, yellow, etc. lights strung on long green wires. Fred and Billy had brought in a tall green, pointy organic… thing earlier and were currently planting very fragile balls and stick things on it.

"Celebrating a holiday from Earth. It's really quite fun once you get into it. Plus, later they'll all lie under the tree and stare up through the branches at all the pretty displays the lights make." Sideswipe explained, happy to finally know something his twin didn't have a clue about.

Divided:

"I can't believe this happened," Carlos moaned, right hand pinching the bridge between his optics while his personality induced left hand punched the medical berth he sat on, "I finally got used to this body and one shot from Cyclonus not only puts the right side of my brain on mute, it turns my left arm into a complete ass."

"Ah, come on Carlos. It's not every day a person discovers another side of himself! And it's in the physical realm, too." Sideswipe gushed, Red Alert beside him checking Carlos' brain activity on the computer.

"Yeah, but the problem is my other side won't listen to me!" The Spaniard's red optics narrowed, the gray digits of his left hand now deciding how boring this conversation was and tapping to a song Carlos couldn't even remember.

Face Down- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus:

"How did this happen?" Alexis asked as calmly as she possibly could, eyeing the dent in Arcee's faceplate suspiciously. She might not have liked the other femme very much, but she'd only seen that look of shame back on Earth, the lame excuses doing nothing to throw her.

"It's n-nothing… nothing at all. Really, Sentinel didn't mean to, I just took the argument too far—"

"Sentinel hit you?!" Teal optics flashed and Arcee had no time to react before the much younger femme snarled and took off for the main hall, ready as ever to finally beat that obnoxious wanker within an inch of his life.

Dreamfasting:

"What's a dream?"

Slightly taken aback, Fred just sort of stared at the little blue and grey mech that had been left in his care for a few days by Optimus and Red Alert. He'd never been graced with a sparkling that had the upgrade to speak yet, and it was daunting to see that this one spoke so well.

"Well, little one, a dream is when you go into recharge and you experience and see things that you normally wouldn't see in your waking hours. It's hard to explain, really."

"Try, please?"

Doubles, Take Another Turn:

They looked almost exactly like Starscream, but the paintjobs. They didn't share his personality, but were just as irritating and prideful.

Rad had the urge to run away screaming, or fall down laughing. So, Starscream was the baby of Seeker triplet brothers? The blue mech would die laughing at least.

"What's so funny, Autobot?" The blue one (what was his name... Thundercracker?) questioned, laser gun raised to provoke fear, failing abysmally as Rad fell to the ground choking on his own laughter. Skywarp stood beside Thundercracker, not looking at the foolish mech, but at Starscream, who's Energon had snuck up to his faceplate.

Coming Out:

"Are you hitting on me?"

Swindle continued to fidget in the face of the scooter. He would not back down, he refused after all this time waiting to ask Sureshock out to an Energon bar to surrender because the other wasn't picking up the subtle flirtations the red racer was throwing his way! Primus, why did he have to fall for someone so clueless? At least if he had gone after Blackout, he'd get a yes or no or a simple 'get bent' after the invite.

Pumpkins:

Billy was pissed, Billy was enraged, Billy could not look more calm as he stared at Sunstreaker across the small table in the small restaurant of Iacon.

"I was really drunk and he was willing."

"…That's it? That's all you're gonna say to excuse yourself? Your brother has been wanting Blurr since who knows how long, you interface with him and that's all you're going to say?!" Black servos clenched tight around the Energon cube he hadn't touched since this discussion began. The post-human wouldn't hit the yellow mech, though. If he didn't think of something much better to say, Billy had a much better way of making him miserable.

Iris- Live:

"Oh My God! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

Optimus Prime was not one to get angry very easily, but slag it, this was a time meant just for him and Elita, not him, Elita and Carlos, who had been unfortunate enough to open the door to the Commander's private chambers while he and the femme under him were occupied.

Thank Primus for the Spaniard's left arm having enough sense to shut the door before the weights Optimus threw at him made contact with his facemask. It would have been nice if the rest of the dark purple mech would take the hint and leave instead of continuing to apologize on the other side of the now dented metal.

"Go away!" Elita ordered very loudly. That was all Carlos needed and he was out of there.

Consider This:

Wasp, the second shortest mech in the Autobot trainee program headed by Sentinel Prime, looked at Bumblebee, the shortest mech in the trainee program, and tried not to tune out his annoying voice while he spoke a mile a minute.

"Okay, you want to say that a third time at a reasonable rate?"

Bumblebee took a nice long breath, intakes shuddering as he let the oxygen run through his systems and did exactly as Wasp said, "I finally saw the post-organic mechs in the wash wracks! Without their battle armor, all exposed and stuff!"

One of Wasp's optic ridges raised curiously. So far, none of the Cybertronians had seen the Earth sparked beings minus their armor yet, and admittedly, he was intrigued that this glitch-headed fragger had managed to actually shower with them. Now, he might actually get to find out what the smoking hot freaks looked like without their protective gear.

"Who's the hottest?"

"…So hard to choose. I'm torn between Rad and Billy, since they both are so… well-endowed."

Teenagers- My Chemical Romance:

Standing rigid before Prime, Prowl tried to think of a way to get out of watching his charges. Normally he could handle younger Transformers with one arm tied behind his back, but these ones….

Being from Earth obviously gave what Hot Shot called teenagers the ability to ignore everything anybody told them and still come out alive, especially in battle training. This was something Prowl could not handle, his processors could barely accept that two of them were still partially organic and all were basically immortal. He'd crash if he had to train them alone. Again.

Choke:
"What is the name of this planet, again?"

"Charr."

"….Of course it is."

Jetfire found himself missing Starsceam. At least when something bothered him, he'd make it clear with a declaration of hate and loathing. With Alexis, on the other hand, it took an interpreter or Sureshock to fully understand what she meant. What with the whole tone of voice divided by the speed of the sentence plus her facial expressions (which she didn't even have in jet mode) it's exhausting flying with her. Give him a few Mini-cons and third-rate trainees any day.

Anything was better than a mission with femmes.

Lawyer:

"In all technicality, Sentinel can't send Bumblebee off to work on warp gates and kick him out of the trainee program just because Mr. Yellowjacket thought someone was a spy and was completely wrong."

Ultra Magnus, large as life and twice as ominous as everyone said he was, stood before Sentinel (prosecutor), Bumblebee (the accused) and Billy (trying to remember every detail and loop-hole he'd ever read in the academy Optimus had sent all the post-organics to) as this was something that had caused quite an uproar among the troops.

"How do you figure that, sub-compact?" The obnoxious blow-hard both Billy and Alexis had come to hate asked, scoffing as the Earth male kept looking at Bumblebee, desperation not showing, but plainly obvious in his urgency before Magnus.

"You were there when Bumblebee opened Wasp's locker, but you never bothered to actually interrogate Wasp on why the Decepticon comm. link was there and why "Longarm" was so enthusiastic to help prove Wasp was a spy. The fact that Longarm was actually the Decepticon Shockwave proves that he was manipulating Bumblebee and put the comm. link there himself."

"Are you saying Bumblebee shouldn't be reprimanded for consorting with Shockwave, young one?" Ultra Magnus asked finally.

Billy bowed his head politely, "Reprimanded, perhaps, sir. But, not to this degree. Bumblebee, at the time, was completely unaware that Shockwave was even an enemy, all he saw was someone willing to help him expose a traitor. Also, if not for Bumblebee exposing Shockwave, Wasp would have been sent to the stockades. On the other hand, Sentinel Prime did not follow up on the accusations and as the sergeant in charge of all trainees in this camp it falls to him to take responsibility for what happened, sir."

"Why, you little-" Sentinel began, attempting to grab at the pumpkin mech, if not for Magnus stopping him with a look.

"Very well," The leader-bot decided, turning back to Bumblebee who had, astoundingly, remained silent through the whole ordeal, "Cadet Bumblebee, you will continue to train at this camp with every other bot, including Cadet Wasp. The charges against you are dropped. Be grateful to Cadet… what was your name again?"

"Billy, sir." The post-human answered for the fourth time that hour, not rolling his optics considering that it was hard for most Cybertronians to remember any of the post-humans' names.

"Yes. Be grateful to him."

"…I am, sir." The yellow mech finally said, blushing as Billy grinned triumphantly.

Testosterone Boys, Harlequin Girls:

Hauling a tank two to three times heavier than she, through other Decepticon infested territories, was not Alexis' idea of a good time. In fact, were she in a less sentimental state of mind, she would simply have dropped Demolisher in the waters below. However, she just wasn't a killer. Prowl and Scavenger had tried to drill it into her head, there was no room for sympathy towards the enemy. But, the emerald jet had known Demolisher since Earth, she felt it would be dangerous to leave Cyclonus' best friend to die.

And really, if Cyclonus lost Demolisher, his personal conscious, he'd probably more dangerous to the Autobots. Thus, technically, she was doing the other Autobots a favor, they just didn't know it yet.

Kung Fu:

"Need a little help there, Jazz?" Hot Shot chuckled, making no move as the saboteur pulled himself from the hole he'd made in the wall of the training room.

The silver mech wouldn't have accepted the help anyway, grumbling that the kick the yellow sports car had landed had been a lucky shot. He moved back into a fighting stance, feeling he'd be ready for Hot Shot this time….

Two nanoseconds later, the music lover was knocked front first to the floor, Hot Shot's foot holding him down half-heartedly.

"Curse you and that planet you just came from…"

Entertain Me:

"Ladies and Gents could you please take your seats, and we hope you all enjoy the show!"

The Energon bar could not hold another Transformer and the teens couldn't be happier. Both Autobots and Decepticons had come thanks to a few strings Hot Shot and Wheeljack had pulled on behalf of Rad and Carlos.

Megatron and Optimus themselves had agreed to set aside their differences to enjoy the evening and let their troops mingle for the display the post-humans had promised to present. It wasn't every stellar cycle they'd see both femmes and mech humiliate themselves through song and dance.

Cyclonus and the Seeker trine had agreed to be in the first act, Cyclonus as the lead vocalist with Arcee who was to come in as Starscream and his brothers performed the Time Warp.

Medical Spectrum:

"Oh, this is the grossest thing ever…"

"You get used to it after a while. In a few days they'll be fine and we can get on with our other duties."

Looking over the two post-humans that were still a little organic, Ratchet, head medical officer of Iacon, had to suppress the urge to gag. Red Alert, a mech thousands of years younger than him, barely flinched at the sight presented as the green flyer and blue racer secreted fluid from pin-sized punctures in their armor, shuddered violently every few minutes and occasionally got up to empty their tanks of infected Energon. If this is what happened when organics became ill, Ratchet would be happy forever if he never went to planet Earth. Disgusting as it was, Red Alert said it was minor in comparison to the hundreds of thousands of other diseases they could be suffering from.

"What is this illness called, again?"

"The technical term is influenza, but they say flu for short."

Charades:

The three post-humans circled Starscream in a way reminiscent of hyenas closing in on an injured wildebeest, all of them sporting a very malicious grin, teeth flashing as the moon over Cybertron blinked in and out between the clouds overhead.

The Seeker had brought this on himself.

"We hear," Carlos began, "That you have been hooking up with Jetfire for the last few weeks."

"Also," Billy chimed in, the horns at the back of his helm now becoming even more apparent to the red mech as the orange one tilted to one side and back, "We were wondering why you haven't told Alexis yet. We're quite sure she'd like to know."

Fred remained silent, deep blue optics not giving anything away as the Seeker seemed to finally understand why exactly he was there, these three trying to make him feel guilty for no real reason.

"Are the whole lot of you insane?" Starscream questioned, arms crossing, "She and I are friends, not lovers. We share a completely platonic relationship, and I was going to tell her the next time we met at that neutral bar in Iacon."

….Five seconds later all three mechs had a zero hostility reading and apologized for over-stepping. On the way back to base Billy commented how he'd never peg Starscream for playing for the other team.

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Okay, if nobody likes this, then fine. I can deal with that and understand that, since I most probably agree. But, in the unlikely event that you should like this horrendous train wreck, here are the post-humans descriptions for their new forms. Be warned, if you read all the way through this, they probably look better in your head than mine.

Rad-
Optics: Dark, dark blue.
Paintjob: Mostly light blue, except his hands and feet which are gold.
Physical Features: Looks an awful lot like Optimus, but without the facemask and with smaller antennae.
Alt. Form: A sports car with yellow stripes along the center of the hood.
Weapons: A projectile gun in both arms, amplified when power linked with High Wire.
Useless info: He has way more feeling in his hands and legs than other Transformers, because there's still bone in those areas of his form. He gets sick almost every year and finds it annoying that he always gives it to Alexis who suffers along with him. When sick, his temperature can rise to over two-hundred without coming close to killing him, just burning anybody stupid enough to touch him. Still a little organic, though not nearly as much as Alexis, maybe one fourth, with bone and like, three hormones and adrenaline.

Carlos-
Optics: Red.
Paintjob: Dark purple, bordering on black with grey hands
Physical Features: He kind of looks like Blurr, facemask included, but no orange wings on the side and no glass covering the optics. Also, he has a pure black plate shaped a little like that thing on Scavenger's forehead.
Alt. Form: A Kawasaki motorcycle.
Weapons: Ice cannons hidden in his shoulder struts.
Useless info: In an accident, the right side of his brain stopped reacting with the left and now, since Red Alert can't fix him without the risk of deactivating him, the Spaniard's left arm has its own personality whose sole purpose seems to either be saving Carlos' life or pissing him off.

Alexis-
Optics: Teal.
Paintjob: Emerald and extremely light, almost acid green.
Physical Features: Her helmet is actually shaped almost like her hair-style had been, the metal actually shifts when she gets especially agitated, like a dog.
Alt. Form: Sort of like a Seeker, except her wings curve back a little, like a giant metal manta ray.
Weapons: She can discharge high volts of electricity through any focused point of her body if she gets angry or concentrates enough.
Useless info: Half organic, she drinks only the lowest grade of Energon which gets converted into blood when it enters her systems. She feels Elita pities her and is annoyed by Arcee. In her alt. form she can swim through the ocean like a fish and prefers that to land and sky. The transformation has left her with some of her hormones and makes her agitated at that time of the month.

Billy-
Optics: Yellow.
Paintjob: Orange with black servos, elbow pads, foot pads and a line on his torso. Think of a jack-o-lantern.
Physical Features: Think of a thinned out Jetfire without the facemask and a more rounded helm, little horns pointed out the back.
Alt. Form: A Honda motorcycle.
Weapons: His hands can detach from his body like a crude grappling hook or wrecking ball.
Useless info: Has discovered that he can't get drunk. He has also decided to torture Jazz by avoiding any and all questions about Earth.

Fred-
Optics: Deep blue.
Paintjob: Black with red leg armor.
Physical Features: Big and bulky. His hood in humanoid form attaches to his shoulders and sometimes falls down, making him look like he's wearing a cape.
Alt. Form: A Jeep.
Weapons: His whole frame, which has hidden spikes between each joint and plate. Some are toxic.
Useless info: Tidal Wave seems to enjoy bowling him over as often as possible and gives him the creepiest stares. He scares Thrust since he's way more mellow than the other post-humans. He is also good at swimming for long distances.