Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, I merely borrow the characters to weave my own tales, and I am not making any profit from this.
I have no excuse for some of the stupidity you are about to witness in the form of drabble. Honestly, I don't know where half of these came from. (I blame the tapdancing carrot.)
Will
"Will Will win this battle of wits and wills with the wild and willful Wheeljack, or will this battle prove to be too winsome and whacky for Will?"
Will glared at Epps. "Stop that"
"Stop what, Will?" Epps asked innocently.
The other soldier abandoned all confrontation with Wheeljack over his newest exploding invention and tackled him. "You'd better have your Last Will and Testament written out already, because so help me I am going to kill you!"
"Why?"
Will paused; hands clamped around his throat in an attempt to throttle him, and gave him a murderous look.
"Uh, I mean, sorry. Will, don't—eep!"
Invaluable
Sam was invaluable to them, as a brother, an ambassador, a Prime—although human, a friend, and a fellow Autobot. They proved that when they launched a full scale attack against the Decepticons when they threatened to kill their hostage—Sam. Half of the Autobots ended up in the med bay for an extended period of time, and when he asked why they did something as insane as storming the Decepticons in their own base, the response was, "Why wouldn't we? You're part of our family now."
Power
It was the one thing he craved: power. That was what drove him to wage a war against his own kind. That was what eventually destroyed him. The power he lusted for turned against him.
He desired to live a normal life. But he was determined to do the right thing. His sacrifice was what eventually drew the power his enemy craved to him. He didn't desire power. He got it anyway.
Leakage
Cybertronians couldn't cry, and they'd never heard of tears before they came to Earth. So when they first saw a human cry, there was mass panic.
"RATCHET, THE HUMAN IS LEAKING!"
"I'M NOT LEAKING, YOU MORON! I'M CRYING! LOOK IT UP ON THE INTERNET!"
Cage
It was a cage. He'd thought that he wanted to be normal, but it was, in reality, a prison. While he was at college, his friends were fighting for their lives. He had to do something to help, even if it meant abandoning the normal he craved, and escaping the comforts of the cage he lived in.
Prove
It took a lot of research, a lot of talking, and a lot of late nights and stressful days spent slaving over a computer in between meetings, but Sam finally proved that they weren't just machines. Before the leaders of every nation, he brought a three hour long presentation that won the Cybertronians a legal position as citizens of Earth, and as sentient beings with the same rights as humans.
Protection
It came as a shock to the Decepticons when they learned that Sam, the human they'd been trying to kill, was the only thing standing between them and deactivation. When the entire world demanded their execution or imprisonment, he demanded they be given the same rights as the Autobots. It was a long legal battle against the human governments, but in the end, Sam won, something that stunned everyone, and he was finally able to stand in front of them and declare them to be free beings.
The one they'd hunted had become their protector.
Weep
The Autobot ensign looked like it was crying. When Sam asked why, Optimus answered, "The war started because of injustice. We may fight against the Decepticons, but that does not mean we don't mourn for them. They were simply fighting against what they saw as wrong. Over time, their purpose became corrupted."
Sam thought about that for a long time before nodding slowly. "Makes sense. Guess you're kinda grieving over your brother too, huh?"
Optimus's optics clouded with sorrow. "Yes."
Gangster
Will stared as Sam walked into the room, sporting a Mohawk, pierced ears, spiraling tribal tattoos, wearing a black, spiked collar, black leather and a mass of chains. Sam ignored the stares and took his seat, briefly glancing at his notes before he began the meeting with the visiting ambassadors from several countries, completely professional despite his strange get up.
"The dye should wear off in a few days, and I'm supposed to see Ratchet about getting the glue removed from my clothes." He told Will with a sigh when the older man asked. "Until then, I am stuck being . . . gangsta."
Needless to say, Optimus wasn't happy with Jazz and the twins. Neither was Ratchet, or Bumblebee, or Will for that matter.
Donut
"Sam, what's a donut?"
"A donut is a ring of dough with a hole in the middle, most often covered in some form of sugar or chocolate." Sam answered without looking up from his textbook.
"Oh." Sam was beginning to get a bad feeling about this conversation. "Sam?"
"Yes, Hound?"
"When someone tells you to get three dozen donuts, how many donuts are they referring to?"
"Thirty six."
". . . Oops."
I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know. Slowly, Sam raised his head and looked at the mounds of boxes of donuts surrounding the Autobot. There were well over four hundred boxes. I was right, I don't wanna know. "Hound," He said, taking a deep breath. "Why did you get so many donuts?"
"Three dozen, translated to Cybertronian, is the equivalent to your number, six thousand."
". . . So you got six thousand donuts?"
Hound nodded sheepishly.
Sam's head thunked into the table. "Note to self, inform all newcomers that the word "dozen" refers to twelve." He muttered. Glancing to the side, he took in the piles of boxes. "Next note to self, find a way to get rid of six thousand donuts."
Kill
The first time Sam took out a Decepticon on his own, it was in the middle of a desert and he was half blind, delirious, and badly injured. When the Autobots found him, he was still ripping out wires, despite the fact that the Decepticon was dead. The only clear memory he had of his first kill was the panic and terror in the mech's optics. Those optics haunted Sam's dreams for months.
Mathematics
Sam excelled in anything that had to do with numbers. Not because of the Allspark's influence, but because he, in a fit of boredom while flying to meet some new arrivals who'd landed on the other side of the world, realized that he had his math textbook inside his backpack. Once the Allspark had realized what he was doing, they began a competition to see who could come up with the craziest problems. There was a lot of mathematical graffiti scrawled on the walls by the time they landed, half of it in Cybertronian. That plane was famous amongst NEST for that incident, which included Sam using Prowl, Perceptor, Bluestreak, Wheeljack—the new arrivals—and Ironhide as "paper." No one knew where he'd gotten the paint or the paintbrush from, but it provided a lot of entertainment.
Sam, apparently, looked like a little kid on a sugar high when he and the Allspark were inspired by math. Amazingly, Prowl found the logic in this and even joined in with some calculations of his own. This resulted in a massive debate of mathematics, science, and logic when Perceptor and Wheeljack started in. Bluestreak seemed slightly traumatized by the end, but Ironhide tolerated all of the "geek speak" after Will promised him a new paintjob.