Transformers Prime: Story shots.

When I am at work I write down story ideas, I have about 50 of them, so these are ones that had me thinking really hard, and I'll post more, they are all considered ONE SHOTS, they will not be expanded on, you may expand on the ideas if you wish! I'd love to read those!

Please read and review. I'd love to know opinions of the concepts.


#1: Wheeljack sits Vigil at Ultra Magnus' side after their battle with Predaking

Wheeljack sighed and held his arm. The brace ratchet had placed on his arm was merely precautionary. His blast mask covered his face; he wasn't sure why it did in this place, his …home. He had been loath to call it that, but with the Jackhammer destroyed, it was all he had left.

He felt guilty. He didn't know why it permeated his core, but he couldn't help the dread that followed.

Ultra Magnus lay on the table before him, still recovering from the repair work from Ratchet. The larger mech was going to come out of his sedation sooner or later. He looked past the mech, the next table held the forge. Wheeljack had done all in his power to repair the relic, though it honestly would not be the same, it was an entire meter shorter than it had been. He hoped it wouldn't disappoint the commander.

The larger body stirred and Wheeljack debated leaving. Mind made up he stood. "Where- are you going …soldier?" Magnus droned out as he spoke to the Wrecker's back.

"I uh, was going to give you some privacy commander." Wheeljack said and turned back sitting back down.

"How long have you been here…" He asked. "With me?"

"Since Ratchet finished your repairs." Wheeljack said.

Magnus tried to sit up but groaned laying back. "How long?" He lifted his clawed hand and looked at the new appendage for a moment before lowering it back to his side.

"He finished your repairs almost twelve earth hours ago." Wheeljack said. Magnus' pounding helm turned to him. "Look Sir, about the other day-"

"Am I cleared for active duty?" As though he wasn't listening at all.

"No sir." Wheeljack sighed and began to stand.

"Than you may call me Ultra Magnus, or simply Magnus." The larger mech groaned.

"Ultra magnus." Wheeljack said testing it on his glossa, it came out of his vocalizer in a squeak. "I um….I repaired your forge." He pointed across the larger mech.

Ultra Magnus' helm listed to the opposite side and he beheld the golden hammer. "You fixed it?"

"Well I tried to, I had to do something while you were in Hatchet's hands." He said almost morosely.

"It was a simple servo replacement." Ultra Magnus dismissed.

"It could have been so much worse Sir…and there is nothing simple about that claw." Wheeljack sighed and stepped forward. "I hope your self repair systems have things in order quickly." He nodded, and turned.

Magnus reached out his long arm and grabbed the wrecker's wrist with his remaining intact hand. "Wheeljack."

The Wrecker swallowed a breath he hadn't know he'd been holding as he turned to look the commander in the optics for the very first time. "Sir?"

"Thank you." He stated. "For your…" He seemed to search for the word. "Devotion."

Wheeljack nodded and flipped his wrist breaking the hold and taking hold of the commander's hand. "You're welcome." He smiled though it was unseen behind the mask.

"Stay." Magnus stated. "I would prefer not to be alone, I have been alone far too long. Help me stave away the darkness."

Wheeljack nodded and sat scooting his stool closer.

Magnus gave him a warm smile. "Did I ever tell you about the time Ironhide and I went into the great citadel alone?"

"After the war started?"

"Indeed." The commander smiled fondly. "Just he and I against an insecticon horde." He smiled like it was a very cherished memory.

"No, but I'd love to hear it." Wheeljack smiled.

"Very well, settle in soldier it's a long story." Ultra Magnus cleared his processor and began the tale. The two sat, servo in servo for the rest of the night talking and laughing.


#2: A ship arrives carrying a former bounty hunter and his cargo.

"I don't like this." Arcee circled the ship. "It's got no faction markings."

"I agree Optimus this …is unorthodox." He stated. "Disembark your ship!" He commanded louder toward the ship.

The hatch began to slowly open. "Keep your servos on!" a Deep voice from within. The tall and lithe mech exited the hatch, having to duck to do so and began to descend the ramp.

"Hold it right there." Ultra Magnus said. "Optimus that's the bounty hunter."

Optimus stepped forward. "Are you armed?"

Lockdown merely laughed. "O'course I am kid, you think I walk around all day defenseless?"

"Keep your servos in the air." Ultra Magnus warned.

Lockdown nodded. "Kid I could use some help out here limp faster." He said back toward the ship, his hand and his hook going up.

The hatchway dimmed slightly as a smaller figure exited with help of a walking aid.

Bumblebee lowered his weapon and buzzed. Bulkhead blinked. "That's-" his wrecking ball removed and his hand appeared. "No way." Bumblebee lowered his weapons and nodded.

"Please lower your weapons." The soft voice said with an exhausted sigh. "He isn't a danger." He looked daggers at Lockdown. "I assure you." He finished as if in warning.

Lockdown lowered his arms and put his hook over the smaller mech's shoulder.

"Commander Prowl." Ultra magnus said calmly. "It's good to see you are alive."

"We thought we had lost you." Optimus stated. "After tripticon when we were separated."

"You almost had…" Prowl nodded. "After Tripticon Station there was fear I would never be fully operational."

Lockdown looked down and smiled fondly. "I did what I could for him." He stated. "I found him in terrible condition."

"Thank you for bringing him back to us." Optimus stated. "We cannot offer you much for such service."

Prowl frowned at that. "Optimus you act as though he will be leaving me here. I assure you if he leaves this planet I go with him."

Optimus and Ultra Magnus exchanged looks. "Very well." Optimus said softly. "It is just the two of you?"

"Negative. There are three others." He said softly. "all in stasis, and two are going to be non-salvageable." He said morosely. "Ironhide and Perceptor entered Stasis lock before we could get them in the tubes." He sighed. "They are essentially in a vegetative state, and they cannot be restored."

"And the third?" Arcee asked from behind Magnus; Bumblebee coming forward eager to know himself.

"A Wrecker named Springer." Prowl said softly. "Triple changer."

Ultra Magnus lowered the forge and came forward. "I wish to see him, immediately."

"In due time commander, if you allow us a place for rest, we will unload the pods."

"Ratchet will be glad to see you Commander." Optimus said softly.

Lockdown smirked. "And he won't like seeing me at all." His hook rubbed over Prowl's shoulder. "We need to hide the Death's Head."

Prowl nodded. "Where is your base of operations, we need to find cover for our vessel."

Lockdown turned going back in. "Our? Kid you got funny things running through that chip set of yours."

Prowl could only smile. "Forgive him, he's over protective." He said softly. "Its good to see you all again."

"Ultra Magnus give them the coordinates for our base."

"Sir the bounty hunter poses a direct threat-"

"Prowl, do you trust Lockdown?" Optimus cut Ultra Magnus off.

"Implicitly." He responded.

To Ultra Magnus' dismay Optimus nodded. "That's all I need to know."


#3: Bulkhead has a crush.

"Bulkhead! I needed that!" Ratchet bellowed and then gaped at the mess around him.

"Sorry Ratch." Bulkhead sighed. "I'm so sorry." He stammered and looked at his overly large hands. "I guess I don't know my own strength sometimes."

"What is wrong with you?" Ratchet grumbled and began to clean up the disaster that was the floor. He reached down and lifted up a small spanner and looked back to see Bulkhead trying to pick up small tools with his blunt fingers. "No!" He yelled and ran over and waved a hand. "Get out…You've helped enough for one day."

Bulkhead's hand pulled back as though Ratchet had burned him. "Ratch-" he murmured. "Ratchet." He said and sighed lowering his optics he nodded. He turned and began to slowly move out of the way of the medic.

Ratchet looked up and sighed. "Bulkhead." Ratchet set the small spanner and another broken tool up on a nearby table. "Stop." He said calmly. "I'm sorry." He said.

Bulkhead froze but didn't turn back to look at the medic. "I-" Ratchet shrugged to himself. "Appreciate your help I do, but this is something I need to do myself."

Bulkhead nodded confident his voice would not crack he spoke. "Yea of course." He said.

Ratchet came forward two steps still a good distance behind the larger mech. "Why- Why do you want to help me so bad?" He asked.

"Ratch-" Bulkhead shook his helm not daring to turn to look the medic in the optics.

"No…Talk to me." Ratchet said softly. "You have been trying to help me do everything over the past few weeks, all the small talk, all the support." Ratchet folded his arms over his chest.

"I worry about you okay!?" Bulkhead blurted out before he could stop himself. Ratchet watched his shoulder's slump. "Since Starscream….since before that…the synth en." He sighed. "I dunno." He turned slowly, and stopped only changing his position by 45 degrees.

Ratchet could make out his profile and nodded. "Go on." He encouraged.

"Ratchet…" Bulkhead sighed. "I always wanted to be smart, and good with computers and repair work." He murmured. "All I do is destroy things, and I didn't even do well in construction."

"That's not what you told Miko." Ratchet came forward.

"No it's not, I guess I was scared." He sighed. "when the war came I was able to do that. Break Decepticon skulls, tear into walls, bust up convoys." He dared a glance at the older medic. "I was fully aware I could never be of use outside war, I could never have what others had." He got quiet. "I don't deserve a life outside war, love, friendship." He murmured.

"Is that what this is about?" Ratchet asked. "You're lonely?"

Bulkhead chanced another glance. "I care so desperately for you and what you think of me." The large mechs blunt fingers idly played in front of himself.

"Bulkhead." Ratchet said softly a bit of humor in his voice. "I think a great deal of you. When starscream called twice, I would never have gone without you." He said softly. "You are so very helpful, your spark is always in the right place." The medic came forward slowly. "I am so flattered by all this I truly am."

Bulkhead appeared sullen as though he'd been let down easy. "Ratch-"

The medic shushed him. "I'm not finished." He said and came up to Bulkhead's side taking his hand turning the younger mech to face him. "Tomorrow…we'll go for a drive…I don't get out much and perhaps it will give us more ample time to speak and get to know one another more fondly." Ratchet offered.

Bulkhead's optics' brightened, but his expression didn't change as he nodded. "Okay." He let his expression break into a smile. "okay." He repeated almost in shock.

Ratchet's hand trailed up to Bulkhead's forearm; giving it a tender pat. "I'm lonely too." He admitted. "But for now let me clean up the lab." He said kindly. "and I'll join you for energon after I'm done. How does that sound to you?"

Bulkhead reached his hand over placing it on Ratchet's arm. "I'll be waiting."

Ratchet smirked. "Good." He said. "now shoo I have work to do." He said with force but with a smile as he broke their hold on eachother. "Get out!" He said.

Bulkhead could only smile at him and nod. "Yes sir."

Ratchet smiled, this was going to be interesting if it turned into anything.


More story shots coming soon!