AN: So, I'm doing a 100 prompt table over on LJ. My focus is not a character, or pairing, but the entire G1 Autobot Faction (Cartoon). Everyone is going to be showcased eventually ( I managed to draw lot's for 66 Autobots and assign them all a random prompt, with enough left over for me to play with) just so it's fair. If you do have a request or a pairing you'd like to see, I'll entertain suggestions but I cannot guarantee that it will get done though.

Prompt table (and other story related nonsense) is over at jalaperilo. livejournal. Table on profile, stories on the main page.

OVERALL WARNINGS FOR THE ENTIRE DOCUMENT: M rating. Slash, het, femslash, gen, sticky, sparksex, PnP, wireless etc, none pairings, canon pairings, crack pairings, fluff, angst, humour, crack, death

Basically, anything goes, so read with an open mind.

Prompt –Dramatic

Characters – Elita-1, Optimus

Warnings – T - Two robots discussing their relationship in the middle of a war.

Date Night

The snipers bullet missed her helm by mere centimetres as Elita-1 quickly ducked down behind the half destroyed wall she and their squad leader were currently using as cover. The battle line had shifted quicker than they had anticipated and were now pinned by the Decepticon platoon their section had stumbled upon. Elita-1 was already drafting up the chewing out she was going to give Intelligence for not identifying Decepticon forces in the area. Especially during such a critical relocation.

"It's never a dull moment with you," Elita-1 quipped as she rounded on the wall, rose up an opened fire. The rest of their group were holed up further back. All she needed was suppression fire, but it didn't look like it was going to be forth coming, not at the rate the wall was crumbling under the assault.

"I believe that when we met, I told you that your life would never be boring with me," Optimus replied with a half-hearted chuckle before he himself joined the femme in firing on the enemy. They both got a few shot in before they were forced to drop back down.

"When I pictured the exciting life you promised, this isn't what first came to mind. Funny that," Elita-1 whispered, scanning the area for a way to escape. That night in Maccadams now seemed such a long time ago, when she approached the mech that had been not so subtly glancing in her direction and said 'either stop staring or buy me a cube.'

"Well how about a nice walk in the park?" Optimus offered, gesturing just beyond the other building. Elita-1 saw the entrance to the now war torn recreation park, with lots of cover to lose the Con's in. The only problem would be getting there. Elita-1 glanced between the mech by her side and their suggested destination and weighed her option.

Stay and wait for their section to reach them, or become moving targets for the Decepticon grunts. Either way, both choices presented a high chance of being shot full of holes.

She threw Optimus a small smirk. "Race you?"

"Loser pays for the highgrade?" he asked, raising an optic ridge.

"You're on."