A couple of ficlets I wrote for my OC Silvershot a while ago and never put up. I can't believe I didn't but then again I have only a few stories for her and none make any real sense outside of the RP I use her in. I mostly just have art.

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Rating: Pg-13 / T

Character: Silvershot

Disclaimer: I don't own transformers but I do own Silvershot. Fractal, Skidmark, Saberspark are the intellectual property of their respective muns.

Drunk

Once upon a time Silvershot had been a normal femme, with normal dreams; and then came the war. She joined the Autobots and fought for the Prime's goal of peace for all sentient beings and for her darker need for revenge on those who had taken her Creator's life.

Then she had been left behind enemy lines after a failed infiltration, Her partner had abandoned her at the first sign of trouble, leaving Silvershot to a fate unimaginable. The silver femme had cursed herself and her cowardly teammate, even as she was tortured for information she didn't have.

A touch to her arm snaps her out of her thoughts and Silvershot looks up to see her new friends and fellow soldiers staring at her. A grin instantly springs to her face.

"I think I've had too much." She jokes as she shakes her almost empty cube of highgrade. They laugh and everything goes back to normal. But the thoughts linger in the back of her processor, always.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers but I do own SilverShot. Fractal and Skidmark are the intellectual property of their respective muns.

Hung-over

Last night was one of her worst decisions, or so Silvershot thinks as she empties her fuel tank. Half-processed energon fills the waste bin she's leaning over and she grimaces. The fact that transformers cannot taste is a blessing, she realizes, as it would just double her suffering.

Snatches of the night before come back to her. She remembers Fractal and Skidmark being lovey-dovey and how she laughed and joked about it. She remembers the tingle of highgrade washing away her unpleasant thoughts and drowning her in temporary carefree frivolity. Laughter and smiles no longer so forced, as her CPU focuses on other things besides old memories.

Stumbling away from the bin, Silvershot makes her way to her washroom. Cold water against her overheated face makes her groan in relief. She looks up and catches sight of her face in the mirror, dim golden optics peer out at her from a drawn face. A sneer forms on the pretty black and white face.

"Fool."

Glass shatters and falls to the floor, reflecting a broken visage.