A/N: By the demand of my muses, I have decided to carry on with this (damn them and their plot-bunny-breeding hobbies). But I'm still at a loss. Just what sort of music would Ironhide like? Would Bee be like Jazz and just like everything? Or rather, what would he dislike? What about the other Autobots?

Yes, there is a specific piece of music I talk about and I was even listening to it as I was typing this, but I don't know its name. However, it can be heard in theDoctor Who episode "The Impossible Planet". That's about all I can tell you.

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Mental Notes

Roaring down the road as fast as it would allow, Optimus was angry.

When Optimus is angry, it's normally a really, really good idea to run for the hills and hermit away there for a long time. Because you do not want to be on the wrong side of that anger.

Woe betide the life-forms that incites that anger.

Must not kill Sector Seven. Must hurt badly, but must not kill. Killing is tempting... Very tempting... But then I'd be no better than Megatron...

As if kidnapping the children hadn't been enough, S7 had nabbed Bumblebee as well. For what reasons, Optimus could not fathom, but he could guess that none of those reasons were very good at all. If the humans' movies about alien invasions and the related were anything to go by... Well, some of those movies had scared the bolts out of Ironhide and it was beyond difficult to rattle the Weapons Specialist.

Optimus did not want to see anything bad happen to Bumblebee. Not to the last youngling.

He was still as angry as Pit, though.

He had to calm down or he wasn't going to be able to think properly. He had this feeling that there was going to be a battle or something sooner, rather than later, and it would not do to run into it all riled up like this. No, battle was best approached with a cool processor.

His usual calming method wasn't going to work on the fly; he usually had to be stationary. But music could have interesting effects on the thought processes. He immediately started sifting through the airwaves, looking for something calm and relatively soothing.

Jazz wasn't helping. He had something loud and angry blaring over his speakers. Since he was directly in front, Optimus was having a difficult time blocking it out. Not that he was going to tell Jazz to cut it out. The saboteur had become very attached to Earth culture; which was amusing when one knew of his initial misgivings about such a young species.

Ignoring the angry music, Optimus continued his search through the airwaves and kept finding a whole lot of scrap. Sweet Primus, what possessed the humans to call some of that slag "music"? A few things caught his attention, but wasn't able to hold it long enough, so he kept searching.

And then he found it.

It was quiet and oddly bouncy and as he listened, it slowly got louder. It brought to mind a city getting ready to start the day. It a little bustling here and there, but not quite up to speed yet, like it was still morning. The melody was repeating and somehow catchy. Flutes and marimbas seemed to be the most prominent instruments before a clarinet took over. Or was that an oboe? He couldn't tell.

Needless to say, the tone contrasted sharply with the furious pace everything else was moving at.

Optimus liked it.

As the snare drums began to sound softly in the background behind the flute, which had retaken center stage, he found himself calming. Suddenly, the road ahead seemed a little shorter. The Hoover Dam suddenly seemed closer. Jazz's angry music was suddenly much easier to ignore. And the possible outcome to all this suddenly seemed to be that much more positive.

If the effect was going to be like this every time, Optimus made a mental note to listen to classical music more often.