The Tails of Ever and her Team Chapter 2: First oc, a transformers/beast wars fanfic

[Authors note:

Explanation - This seemed fitting as the first story. Aka talk about my first oc! (Most think its Cruzer, seeing as he was the first I ever Rp'ed with, fully developed and have a whole history for. But Trouble was my ACTUAL first. He just hibernates. A lot…. )

Lol…I wrote this on a day I felt like how the story describes to X'3! BUT! To conclude! This is about my first REAL oc! His name Is Troubleshoot. Though he has had many names, (My first exposure to TF was with the live movie at age 10, then onto the Animated series and during the 'brake' they took between season 2-3 I watched as much G1 and Energon as I could I am still watching G1 and TF:Prime currently 3.) THOUGH! All the names he would get already had tfs to them! Until now~ however, this one. Just really does fit him the best!

If YOU have an oc named Cruzer or Troubleshoot or there is some freaking cannon one named either take it up with someone else their names are not changing and congrats on having an oc with such an awesome name!

Universe – Live Movie, though doesn't talk bout the 'real' bots or cons much. (Original self UV)

I DO NOT- Own Transformers however, some other rich person does….*cough*lucky*cough*

Please RnR if you wisheth!]

First Real Oc- It's a Troubleshoot.

Her mind really just wasn't with writing right now.

No matter how hard she seemed to try and focus on anything in her list of things to update and other stuff to write at. She just could. NOT! Stay focused.

Tomorrow she would have no time to write and she could feel the urge to do something artsy itching at her insides like a cat does the corner of a couch. Or a dog its underbelly when it has flees.

But nothing was coming to her. No urges for one certain genre, no begging from any of her characters to have their past written out or their lives tampered with. Or even just a simple spotlight!

This slightly surprised her seeing as almost always, always! Someone wanted attention.

But, no there was nothing picking at her brain, nothing here for her to write. She didn't have anything she wished to doodle at or dabble inside. No one to talk to with your phone in repair and the silence of her laptop.

Wet head from a previous shower and blankets wrapped tightly about her body. Faithful golden at the end of her bed, laptop in lap. Radio humming off behind her with some tune she wasn't really paying attention to. While the blue light from the clock illuminating her crowded headboard. Blue lights outside her wi- - -

All typing stalled and the glowing blue was scrutinized for a few hurried seconds before-

"Trouble~"

I giggled softly and lifted the blinds to confirm my suspicions. Who else was going to be outside my window at 10…something! Not one of the other bots, I could tell you that.

The blue mech just chuckled and removed his face from such close proximity to the window.

"Were you watching me?"

"I have nothing better to do…."

"….Don't you have an island to like…live on?"

"…*yawn*"

Again more giggles spilled from my mouth and the blinds were completely pulled up and the window opened so I didn't have to raise my voice for him. Though he could probably hear me, seeing as he could turn those…ears…no… that wasn't the word…uhm…audios! up.

"You're so strange sometimes."

A snort was all I received in reply. Was all I could expect, seeing as he was more of an actions speak louder than words mech. always had been!

Like when we first met, did he shush me when I began to scream about evil robots from space…Nooo~ just shoved one of his fingers in my mouth and ran off with me because he didn't know what else to do. What fun!

"How long were you out there exactly?"

"I live "out here" little one, so your question confuses me."

Sometimes however I felt he really could do with a good slapping…

"Ha Ha Trouble…No I mean outside my window tonight…"

"Ahhh~ maybe half an earth hour…"

*blink blink* "…You're such a stalker!"

"No, If I wanted to stalk you, I would follow you to your school, the mall, movie theater, and watch you while you slept…I also would probably have a book and a whole memory file stored away dedicated to all the information I had collected on you…"

I knew my face twitched, which was what was causing him to grin like that…

It seemed when he WAS talkative however, it was normally filled with random facts I could have lived without, jokes that could keep me giggling for about an hour or blushing the rest of the day. OR! Complete brainwash info…Like…Math…history of his home planet. And if I was lucky, a 'normal' convocation could be held at random.

"That's…interesting…It sounds like you know a bit about stalking."

I couldn't help the small sideways glance I threw him, eye securitizing the large blue bot.

He only chuckled deeply and shook his helm.

"I'm only guessing child…and I listen to you ramble about 'crime shows' enough to know a base of stalking…"

"Touché"

He just chuckled again and poked at the bug screen on my window, a silent invitation to come out into the yard and sit with him. I only smiled and cocked my head at the window.

I was in short-shorts….and Washington nights are cold!

The debate however was one-sided with my mind. Outside no matter what. Because I had known this mech long enough to pick up his silent offers of companionship and conversation to simply talk about the day.

And of course there was the whole... 'My parents don't know what our old crappy car really is…' So this was the only real conversation time I got with him.

"Fine~! Lemme get my bathrobe on so I don't freeze to death.."

"You know it's not cold enough to kill you child?"

"…Well…be painfully cold then.."

"I can live with that…"

And he moved away from the window and out of his leaning position over my roof to speak to me. Mostly in time for me to push the screen out and climb onto the roof, walking to the edge and holding my arms out like I was a baby expecting to be picked up.

Which was what happened.

"You are such a child…and yet you tell me not to call you that."

"….ha ha! No…your servo is warm and I'm freeeeeeeezing!"

There was nothing but a chuckle and then silence. Yeah, this was how it went most nights…

Except he would be waking me up at five to shove me back into my room and letting my parents continuing to believe the lie, that our car was still the same