Just a little something while my brain gets back on track.

You put your music player on random and write whatever comes to mind until the music stops playing. I've seen it around and thought I'd give it a try. Various characters and universes.

Enjoy!Evanescence

1. Hello -

They looked around what was left of the complex. Grief filled every spark as they absorbed what had happened. Optimus Prime stepped forward and lifted a small scorched hand out of the ruins. Someone behind him gasped as they saw it. It was too small to be a matured mechs. Rage burned in Optimus' spark. How dare Megatron target the sparkling housing centre? It was beyond evil.

A sound from the side caught his attention. He approached the pile of debris and searched it with his optics. The sound came again. Shifting several pieces of sheet metal out of the way he came optic-to-optic with a small yellow sparkling. He gathered the trembling machine to his chest.

"Don't worry, it'll

2. White Horse – Taylor Swift

Moonracer pushed the grief from her spark. She should have known that it was too good to be true. No one was as sweet and wonderful as he could be.

A knock came at the door. His voice floated to her audios. "Moonracer, please. Just let me explain."

She opened the door against her better judgment. He stood there with pain filling his optics and she felt her spark contract coldly, sending pain through her systems.

"I don't want to hear it. It's too late for us."

"It's not."

"It is. I'm getting a transfer. I leave in the morning."

3. The Fame – Lady GaGa

An expectant grin lifted his lips as he gazed around the brightly colored room. It was a haven for the lucky and a hell for the unlucky. Credits changed hands freely as they were won and lost. It was paradise.

"Smokescreen! Glad you could make it."

He turned to see the sensuous smile on the orange mechs face. Damn but he wouldn't mind working with that. "Sandstorm, I was happy to get your message."

"I thought you might be interested in a change of scenery."

Smokescreen chuckled. "One can work backstreet hells for so long."

The orange mech led him through

4. The River – Missy Higgins

The ground flashed beneath her feet. The pricks and scratches of the greenery that tore at her skin had ceased to hurt. Her entire body was a haze of numbness. It didn't matter, none of it did, as long as she kept running. She couldn't stay in that house. Couldn't continue to live with that torture.

The sound of rushing water reached her ear and she altered her course. The river had always been her favorite place to hide from the troubles at home. The river was calm and cool. It would ease the pain in her heart.

The ground suddenly dropped out from under her. A startled cry tore form her throat as she rushed down the embankment. Icy coldness closed over her head she started to close her eyes. It was so nice in here.

Seaspray saw the girl fall, he quickly hurried to where she fell in.

5. End of the World – Armor for Sleep

Sarah scowled as she hid beneath the rusted out shelter. The scream of jet engines shook the shack to its foundations. Why did they have to do that every time they ran a patrol out here? They must find it entertaining to watch the neglected buildings fall apart as they tore through the sound barrier.

As soon as she was sure they had disappeared, Sarah rushed back to her hideout. She had managed to remain unnoticed for the last four years and she really wasn't interested in letting them find her now. In the four years since the giant evil robots had taken control of the planet she had lived in three countries, seven states, twelve cities and fifty-two houses. Finally she had made her stand here in Connecticut and she wasn't planning on giving up to them anytime

6. Ready for a Fall – P.J. Olsson

Springer looked down at the contented face of his lover. he traced the smooth angles of her face with his optics. Whenever he had the chance, he watched her. There was no telling when he'd next get to see her, let alone spend some time alone with her. He took everything he could get.

Her brow scrunched as she woke, catching him staring at her. "What's wrong?"

Springer shook his head. "Nothing, Arcee, just thinking."

She smiled. "What about?"

"You." He replied. "I can't believe you agreed to stay with me, after all these years. I can't believe you're the one for me. I'm fairly sure I'm going to wake up soon and it will all be a dream."

Her tender smile warmed his spark, she wriggled up to lay her head on his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere and you'd better get used to it. I've invested too much time in training you. It would be too hard to train any other mech to be as good as

7. Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under – Shania Twain.

Sideswipe grinned as his brother slid into the darkened room.

"Who was it this time?"

Sunstreaker jumped and growled. "You're supposed to be recharging."

"I know, so are you. Who was it?"

The golden twin grumbled and stalked to his berth.

They must have kicked him out. Sideswipe mused. That wasn't normal for Sunny's paramours. Usually they liked to keep him as long as they could before they had to give him up to the next one. That meant it was probably someone who wouldn't want the entire base knowing Sunstreaker had stayed over. Meaning it was an officer. Sideswipe went through the list of officers that would let Sunny overload him and crossed them off the list. His brother like a challenge

That only left two. And Sunny wouldn't jump Prime.

"You were with Prowl, weren't you."

He responded

8. My December – Linkin Park

Prowl approached the deserted field. He stared down at the marker that was pronounced where his spark-mate was. He had felt Jazz's death from across the galaxy. Even now, Two years after arriving on Earth, it hurt to face this reminder of what had been. The hologram of Jazz's face flickered as he grinned in that cocky way that had always been an integral part of his personality.

Prowl dropped to his knees, wishing for the millionth time there was some way he could spend just one more day with his love. He'd give everything up just to be able to tell Jazz one last time that he loved him, one last chance to hold him. Pain tore at his spark

9. As Long As You Love Me – Backstreet boys

Optimus prime stared up at the curvy femme sitting in her synthetic web.

"What are you doing here?" She sneered down at him.

"I wanted to talk to you."

She descended on a fine string and hovered in front of his face. "Then talk."

"Can't we do this without the bindings?"

"No. I like them." Her sharp fingertips trailed over his exposed shoulders and neck. "They give me control over you."

"Come back with me."

Her optics widened. "What?"

"Come back with me, to the Autobots."

Blackarachnia stared at him incredulously. "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because I still love

10. My Love Is Like…Wo – Mya

Fireflight watched Sandstorm from across the rec room. he knew the orange mech hadn't yet noticed him because he hadn't been pulled away by strong arms yet. It was unusual for Sandstorm not to know he was around but it was an anomaly that Fireflight was happy to take advantage of. He snuck up behind the broad orange back and signaled the Wreckers in front of him to pretend he wasn't there.

Before Fireflight even got a chance to press a finger against the sensitive side he was pulled into a lap, and found himself staring into a flashing optic band.

"Damn. I was hoping to get you this time."

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