Warnings: Based on my toys. Animated focus. Cameo of Movie TC, Diecast Skywarp, Movie Arcee.

Pairings: Black Archnia/Arcee, Implied Skyfire/Starscream[s], TC/Skywarp

Notes: This is an experiment in writing only, and based it around the toys that I have. There is OOC, but I have attempted to remain faithful to the characterizations. If it needs tweaking, please let me know. Also, if its not welcome on the comm/ doesn't fit in, let me know?


"I don't think that I have ever seen Skyfire dragging both his mates off like that. By the wings. He wouldn't even do that to AniScreamer - said screamer would kill him, me thinks..."

"Well, you are fairly new here, 'Warp. But I saw it. Once, when Starscream -"

"Which one as we have like five."

"No, it's Six! The humans' bringing another in soon. And another Skywarp. :D I can has my own Skywarp to worship me!" Acti-TC crowed from down by the monitor.

"Shut up, pipsqueak. Who wants to be your mate anyways, you overgrown ego-head."

"Why you!! I AM THE BEST IN THIS HOUSEHOLD. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT TRASH O--" The pint-sized TC yelled, glaring up at them.

"Acti-TC, shut up, or you will NOT GET That Skywarp. Anyway, as I was saying, Deepspace- DSCreamer for short - Attempted to drown AniMegatron in coke and brought the wrath of the Primes down on him. And Blitzwing. That was funny."

"Awww! You mean I missed that?"

"Yea. 'Fraid so."

"Dammit." The purple Die-cast seeker sulked on his mates shoulder. "I didn't get here soon enough, did I?"

"No, you didn't." TC looked at the seeker, awkwardness on his face. "Warp, Lugnut is sniggering at you, as is Acti-TC."

"So?"

"They'll spread rumors about you. Well, even more about you and that not only are you a coward, but a pussy-wussy one as well." That got the seeker to stop his sulking. Just the thought of being lumped together with a Skywarp that wasn't even here yet made him gag.

"No, we will!"

"Oh, not you lot again. What do you want now?" The movie Seeker looked at the Jet twins with a hint of annoyance. Ever since they had gotten to The Household, they had been nothing but trouble that could fly.

"Well.." Jetstorm began.

"We just wanted to know if you've seen Sentinel around at all?"

"Cos we uhh.."

"We wanna talk to him, right, brother?"

"Yea, that's it. " They shared a devious look.

"Well... Last I saw him, Black Archnia and Arcee had him, for insulting the 'horse riding' they were doing on Grimlock and Snarl." TC offered up.

"Na, I think that I see him.. In a spiders web." Skywarp sniggered at this, moving closer to the edge.

They all turned to look, and there enough, Sentinel was, gagged and all, in a spiders web, with Arcee looking on as Black Archnia did something to his fuel tanks. And by the looks of it, she was enjoying it way to much.

"Ohh... that looks painful." Jetfire shook his head to hide the smirk on his face "Totally. We need to go tell Dad about this. Thanks!" Jetstorm chimed, and the Jet twins took off to find AniScreamer.

"Dad?" TC looked to Skywarp, who shrugged.

"Must be Aniscreamer. And must be adopted. Popcorn?"

"Might as well. He's making to good a face to miss."

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"Love, we have visitors." Arcee told her mate, who looked down, then blinked, before hissing slightly.

"What do you want, Jerk-Face?"

"Its not me, my dear, it's the boys." Aniscream did his best gentlemech voice and act, only getting a disgusted look from both femmes.

"We don't swing that way. Ever." The spider said, then looked to the jet twins. "What do you want?"

"Can we cover him..."

"In sticky honey and sugar and the silly string?"

"Please? " They both chimed together.

"Sure why not. The babies need something to eat that's not bighelmed." Arcee laughed at her mates words, and nodded, crossing her arms.

"The aft insulted us. We think that its time he learnt that he's not top boss."

"Babies?"

"I'm half organic. His fuel tanks are my nest. And he's the food." the spider climbed down off him, then moved over to Arcee, who happy took a seat on her lover's back. "Have fun boys."

"YEA!"

"Thanks gay-femmes!" The twins then turned to Sentinel, who just whimpered at the devious looks. He was doomed. He could feel it.


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