A/N: okay, you know the drill! I try to get these done once a week. Anything that isn't IDW/G1 I try to label, but sometimes I forget.
I Miss you by Blink-182
Orion Pax checked his chrono again, wishing his shift would hurry up and end. He needed to find Ariel before the damage he did the night before became permanent. The argument they had the night before had been stupid on so many levels it couldn't even begin to seem humorous. The worst part had to be that he had kept pushing the argument, kept making remarks he knew would upset her. He could only hope he could still fix it.
She's Actual Size by They Might Be Giants
Elita One could not be considered an imposing Cybertronian by any way or means. Nonetheless, she could walk through any corridor or passageway on any base or ship and every mech in the vicinity stepped aside for her.
I'm Back from Yu-Gi-Oh!
Smokescreen walked into the rec room and his optics instantly fell on Bluestreak jabbering away with friends at a table. Without hesitating, the older Datsun marched over and put a heavy hand on the mech. Clenching the young bot's shoulder struts with enough power to bend the armor plating, Smokescreen leaned over and vocalized quite menacingly "We need to talk."
Bluestreak's optics widened in sudden fear and alarm as he registered who was behind him. Without another word he nodded and stood up.
a poem of a small history by Angela
Springer would absolutely murder them when he found out. They all knew the situation had no possibility of 'if' he found out. He would and he would finally carry out every single threat he had ever vocalized to the seven of them as a whole. They also agreed their immanent demise would be totally, totally worth it. How often did they actually get to record their energized leader sweet-talking some femme, and then get to send it not only to Arcee, but also to the entire Autobot army?
Yes, their demise would be painful, but he couldn't erase the footage.
Before It's Too Late by The Goo Goo Dolls
Hotrod watched Springer talking to Arcee across the room. He never thought himself a shy or reluctant mech, but really! He couldn't complete with his best friend of all mechs for the attention of the pretty, smart, kind femme that sat there. The worst part to him was seeing that she really liked the triplechanger, but then she would look over at him. In those instants he thought maybe, he had a chance.
Lightening Crashes by Lifehouse
Ratchet didn't know what to say. For the first time in his entire medical career he didn't know what to say. No curses could make it past his vocalizer. All he could do was sit down in his chair like a sack of bricks in his shock. Finally, only one word escaped his vocalizer: "How…"
"I don't really know what to tell you." First Aid shrugged. He had never come across a situation that could do this to Ratchet and he made a note to remember it.
"What do we tell Optimus?"
Kimi Wo Notsete (from Laputa) on Anipara Club-Para Para Dance 1
Moonracer laughed as she danced under the Cybertronian night sky. She loved the parties Blaster and Jazz threw after the work shifts were over in the club they rented for the occasion. The femmes and mechs mingled, chatted, danced, and if someone got lucky, something more intimate. The teal femme didn't care about hooking up as much as some of her friends did; she came to have a good time. She knew when she was being watched though
Only in America by Brooks & Dunn
Kup looked over his latest batch of recruits and forced himself to kill the smile that threatened to break out over his faceplates. They were fresh, eager, and probably the best group he had ever seen. The triplechanger held himself like someone who could lead. The quiet black and white one watched the others carefully, gauging their strengths, a sure sign of a tactician. The other black and white moved like an espionage agent already. He had a good group, and couldn't wait to see what they'd do.
Better Days by Goo Goo Dolls
Optimus Prime watched the snowfall outside the view port and quietly contemplated the last eternity of war. The war had claimed so many and showed no sign of ending any where in the foreseeable future.
"Hey, Optimus." Jazz called somberly from behind the semi. "We found this on patrol."
When the Autobot leader turned, his optics widened at the sight of the thing in espionage expert's hands.
Fuel by Metallica
Sideswipe peeled out of the Ark leaving the smell of burning rubber behind him. The desert dust under his tires flew out like a sandstorm that followed him however he turned. He had to burn of some stress and driving like a maniac seemed like the only thing that would make him feel better. His engine screamed and edged closer to red lining the faster he went, but he didn't care and just himself harder. Just as warnings started flashing over his HUD, he dropped speed to make a hairpin 90 degree turn and roared onwards into the night. Nothing could beat the feeling of the cool night wind rushing over his chassis, the dirt flying under him, nothing.
Blue on Black by Kenny Wayne Shepard
(Please see Everything Needs More, chapter Reality)
Half-Truism by the Offspring
The Wreckers knew what they were good at: wrecking and ruling. They fought, they killed, they kicked aft and took names. At the end of the cycle, they made sure they were all accounted for and made sure they never left anyone behind. They depended on each other for so much: back up, camaraderie, family, and drinking buddies. They were everything to each other. They had to do horrible things in their line of work and they knew, no matter what, every single one of them would do everything in their power to make sure the job got done and they went home.
Wicked Game by Chris Isaak
He knew he should never, ever have gotten that lucky. He didn't deserve Chromia, everything about her screamed 'too good' for him. It didn't matter, she chose him. Over all the others she could have taken back to her berth, she chose him. He knew that he would only hit that level of luck once and better do something with it before it ran out. He knew she'd watched him for the past vorn every chance she got. There was no way he'd let her get away.
Prologue (Halo2) Martin O Donnell & Michael Salvatori
It always hurt to loose one of their own. Especially when they lost someone not to war, but to an accident that, with a little care, could have been avoided entirely.
Word Up by Korn
Sunstreaker walked into the bar and grinned like a devil. His Intel (i.e. Jazz) hadn't let him down: the place couldn't have held another femme if they tried. Not only were there femmes packed in the space, every single one of them was a hot piece of chassis. And he planned on doing everything in his power to get as much of them as he could.
