AN: First fic ever! :D Alright, so, I'll try to make this brief:

-These ficlets are set in a slightly AU G1. Variations include characters not in G1, blue energon, denta, setting that is NOT the 80s, and various other squicks from other continuities.

-None of these have an actual plot, they're just "short" drabbles to see if I can actually write something decent or not.

-NONE of this is meant as slash, because I know some people are sensitive to that (I'm not). Any of these, however, can be seen as mild slash if you want, but I don't think this set of ficlets is going to be centered around those sorts of relationships.

-Continuing from that, any chapters that have two or more characters grouped together are done so for similarities or other relations (i.e. gestalts, twins, etc.).

-Each chapter will have it's own warnings and genre, posted in the author's note. :3

EDIT:

-Chapters will be named according to which characters they focus on.

-Chapters will be added in a pattern - Decepticon, then Autobot, and so on and so forth.

-To the lovely reviewer who requested a Sideswipe chapter, it is currently in progress and should be the next Autobot ficlet added.

As for this chapter:

Title: Reflections

Characters: Acid Storm, Sunstorm

Genre: General. Maybe a little angsty, but not really.

Setting: Cybertron - Present day

Warnings: None, unless you hate introspective Seekers.

Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing fan fiction. Trust me on this one.

Reflections

Another hopelessly dark day on the metallic planet of Cybertron found Decepticon Acid Storm flying low over what had once been the crowded city streets of Kaon. He ended up doing a lot of patrolling these days, though for what purpose he had no idea. Personally, he thought Shockwave was glitched in the processor if he actually believed there would be Autobots hiding right beneath their pedes. Not that he would ever tell the cycloptic mech so; after all, that would mean insubordination, and insubordination in the Decepticon army meant death.

Then again, perhaps death wouldn't be so bad. At least termination would bring an end to the ever-repeating life he was being forced to live out on this dead lump of rusted metal. And surely anything was better than countless more millennia under Shockwave's command. Primus, he'd heard all the rumors about the emotionless 'Con ages before he had ever been forced to serve under him, but he hadn't actually believed they were true. How could someone who was basically a computer on legs even be considered a 'sentient lifeform?'

He exhaled slowly through his intakes. It didn't matter. It wasn't his place to question things like that; he was a soldier, not a philosopher. There were other mechs that could over-analyze everything, mechs like Thundercracker. Enveloped in these thoughts, Acid Storm did a lazy half-barrel roll before he turned to head back to the command tower.

No, he was a soldier, first and foremost. He didn't have time for questioning everything, nor did he feel any need to.

As he glided through the stale Cybertronian air, humming a melancholic tune-he thought it was some kind of old funerary song, but he couldn't be certain-his comm. crackled to life, relaying Sunstorm's voice to him. "Hey, Acid Storm! You still out on patrol?" he asked, sounding more than a little bored out of his mind.

"Affirmative, but I'm heading back now," the camo-patterned Seeker responded. "And you?"

"Nope, just got back. Shockwave's got me working in the labs again." It wasn't difficult to discern the loud sigh, even over the comm. link. That was to be expected; Sunstorm did not belong indoors in general, but a lab? That was a disaster waiting to happen. His radioactivity tended to grow in strength when he was agitated or nervous, and considering Seekers were the worst kind of claustrophobic…Well, simply put: Sunstorm plus interior of structures equaled catastrophe.

"What's with him lately? He's acting weird, dontcha think?"

The Rainmaker was jolted out of his hazy thoughts by the odd statement. "What, Shockwave? Why in the Pit do you think he's acting weird?"

"…So, you can't tell?"

"No," Acid Storm replied, mentally sighing to himself. Sometimes Sunstorm's infinitely genuine sense of ignorance and innocence was annoying, to say the least. It was so easy to forget that for whatever reason, the radioactive mech noticed changes in Shockwave's mechanical and precise routines, as if he wasn't just another drone. "What makes you think he's acting strangely? He's seems as emotionless as ever to me."

He heard his orange companion huff at his comment. "Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up and get back, okay? It's boring over here."

"But you have Shockwave for company! Just start a conversation with-"

His sarcastic remark was cut short as Sunstorm abruptly disconnected the comm., plunging the rest of his flight back into agonizing silence. Alone once again, with only his thoughts and the lifeless shells of once-glorious city structures crumbling below to keep him company. He smiled to himself as he neared the Tower, gliding flawlessly through the air in long spirals and taking the time to relish the feeling of the wind caressing his wings. Sunstorm was young in terms of his mind, but he was a good soldier and a good friend. Ever the optimist, which was a refreshing change from the normal Decepticon attitude, even if his religious declarations did get tiring at times…

Well, at least he wasn't anything like the Seeker he was cloned from.

Acid Storm let out a small sigh of relief. Yes, it was most fortunate that Sunstorm was the polar opposite of the mighty Air Commander Starscream.

The last thing we would have needed is another 'Screamer strutting around.

Working in the labs. Again.

What joy. Sunstorm would get to haul around boxes of equipment while listening to Shockwave mutter to himself about what was logical and what wasn't. Because that was always his favorite way to end a day filled with work and patrolling.

The brightly colored Seeker folded his arms and entered Shockwave's main laboratory, looking for the cyclops. "Shockwave!" he called impatiently, examining the rather large command center. His audio receptors picked up faint talking coming from the other end of the room. Maybe he's speaking to Megatron, he thought, shrugging and heading towards the sound. Reaching his creator, he arrived just in time to see his leader's face vanish from the screen Shockwave used for communicating with the Decepticons stationed on Earth. Any other time he would have dismissed it for a routine report, but Shockwave's antennae were twitching slightly. Something was wrong.

"Shockwave..?" he ventured, approaching the purple mech. "Everthing alright?"

The scientist swiftly turned around at the sound of his voice. "Ah, Sunstorm," he greeted in his crisp accent, quickly regaining his composure. "No, everything is fine. It appears there have been some minor casualties on Earth recently. It is not anything excessively important, but Lord Megatron requires my assistance in fixing the soldiers in question." He went back to his computer systems and began entering a multitude of commands. "I am to report to the Earth base within the next groon. Until then, I must recalibrate the space bridge and ready it for transport. I need you to-"

"Bring those boxes full of transistors and sparkplugs to the control panel? Got it." Something was up, of course, but he didn't push it. Instead, Sunstorm rolled his optics as he trudged towards the stacks of materials shoved in the corner. Shockwave merely went back to typing away at his console, seemingly content at the moment. One of his antennae, however, gave a last, agitated flick before going still once more.

Exhaling loudly through his intakes, the sunset-orange Seeker lifted the first box before activating his private comm. "Acid Storm! You still out on patrol?"

His friend's response crackled to life. "Affirmative, but I'm heading back now. And you?"

"Shockwave's got me working in the labs." He paused, allowing his friend to cringe at the fact, before a thought struck him. Shockwave had been acting strangely even before he had caught him twitching with anxiety after his conversation with Megatron. He seemed…almost nervous, sending out more patrols and staying up later and later in the command center. Acid Storm was intelligent; maybe he had noticed too. Maybe he even knew why, since he seemed to be one of Shockwave's more trusted subordinates.

"What's with him? Don't you think he's acting kinda weird?"

"Shockwave? What in the Pit makes you think that?"

Sunstorm mentally slapped himself for being so forward, and attempted to redeem his previous statement by using the innocently-oblivious approach. "…So that's a no?"

"No," the camo seeker strained. "I don't see how he's acting strange. He's seems as emotionless as ever."

"Whatever," he huffed back. "Just hurry up and get back. I'm bored." He cut the link as soon as Acid Storm was starting another snide remark about Shockwave's personality component. He really was not in the mood.

So Shockwave was a cold and logical scientist. Big deal! At least he wasn't just another dense Decepticon brute or some treacherous, insubordinating officer. Sure, maybe Sunstorm was just another one of his experiments; maybe he was just a test, a clone of someone else entirely. Maybe he was only created to be some kind of super soldier and nothing more. That didn't change the fact that Shockwave was still, by all rights, his creator. No, he wasn't caring or particularly concerned for his well-being, but then what Decepticon was? He was still important, and even if other mechs thought Shockwave was completely emotionless, he could tell when he was distressed or angry. Even if the cyclops himself couldn't identify his own thoughts, Sunstorm could.

Decepticons weren't programmed to care for each other, but that didn't mean it didn't happen. After all, he and Acid Storm were friends, right? So surely it was okay to not want Shockwave dead.

He dropped the box of equipment he was carrying by the space bridge console and snuck a glance at the scientist, still hard at work at his computer. The Seeker smiled to himself as he went back to grab another box. So what if he was another one of Shockwave's experiments?

He wasn't strapped to a surgical table, so he must have been some sort of success.

And that was enough for him.

(Sorry this was a bit long for a ficlet! ;-; But tell me your thoughts so I can improve, and any character suggestions for future chapters!)