thanx for the review ya'all. Ireland was amazing! Hoped my stories are keeping you entertained. I want to continue to update over the summer, but I might just pile a bunch together to cover me for a few weeks since I'm working.

Anywho, yes I am working on the ideas people have sent as the dino bots/ wreckgar and ratchet with the med show, just trying to get them written can be a challenge. Not your prob, so enjoy the fruits of my labor.

Disclaimer: More Silliness. And the fact that I own NOTHING! cept Emma!

Oh, and possibly more TFA fiction from me, but I have a couple monster stories that are yelping for my attention right now, so I stick with these. There short and sweet like honey...emm honey.

You'll Always be My Baby

Summary: Sometimes all you can do is offer love.

He did it to protect her. It was always been to protect her. His baby girl.

"Sari."

"What?" She snapped as she sat on her bed again in full recovery. The room seemed outdated for her, now that she had suddenly gained an extra four years.

"Sari can we talk?" He asked again

"Yeah." She nodded after a minute. He came and sat on the edge, "I used to read to you like this."

She turned away, "I know. You were always busy so it was something special for me."

There was an awkward silence.

"Are you still angry with me?"

"I don't know." She whispered, as she felt the salty tears begin to roll down her face. She wiped them away angrily.

"I've done a lot of things. Kept many things from you. But you have to understand that I didn't know how to tell you, it was a very difficult decision."

She didn't say anything, so he continued, "And then, everything seemed to just blow up in my face, and I couldn't be there to protect you. And then you changed, and I thought I lost you."

She was still silent. 'It's okay for you to be angry with me. You have every right to be. I just hope you know" He paused, "That I always will love you."

He got up as he walked towards the door, as her voice called out behind, "Daddy."

She wasn't the 13 yr girl with advanced systems; she was his scared and confused daughter, who only wanted her dad as she began to cry.

She was a head taller then him now, but she held him like he was going to leave.

"I love you Dad." She whispered as she buried her head into his shoulders.

"I love you to Sari."

Lullabye for a Stormy Night

Summary: Jetfire realizes just how creepy the ship is at night.

"Brother."

A small tap on the shoulder, "Brother. I be having trouble recharging."

He mumbled something, before he squinted, "Jetfire, what is being problem?"

"I am having trouble recharging." He answered

"Why?" Storm asked yawning

"I being afraid to go to-sleep." He admitted, "I am thinking powerful decepticon's might blow us to pieces while we recharge."

Storm raised an optic, "Really brother? There is too much security, nothing to be worrying about."

Outside, the thunder clapped as the rain poured harder. Jetfire jumped, yelping.

"Oh I get it. You are afraid of earth weather." Storm stretched.

"No." He shook his head, but he jumped once he heard the crack of thunder.

"Not problem. Organic weather is harmless." Storm shrugged as he turned back over to recharge.

"But-" Fire began to protest, "Brother."

Storm growled as he felt the familiar tap on his shoulder, "If I let you sleep in same bed you promise to let me recharge."

Fire quickly shoved him over, "Good night brother."

"Emm..night." Storm yawned, as he felt his brother's systems thrum beside him, as the thunder continued to clash outside.

"Brother?' He asked, but Fire was fast asleep as Jazz was prone to saying. He smiled, before falling deep into recharge.

Take this Job and Shove it

Summary: Jazz had enough

It was the last circuit. He could put up with the pompus sparkling of a bot, who had no more leadership skills than a cadet at boot camp on a 40 mile hike. Even though he was bossed around to do menial chores, and given none of the deserving credit that was so rightfully his.

As a ninja bot it was against his code of honor to take on such petty indifferences. He had to rise above it, set the example, but oh how it made his gears grind.

He realized that something had to change. After stellar cycles of working with him, he was so very close to making it look just like an accident.

Oh sure, Jetfire had a slip up and accidently thought Sentinal was a decepticon or he just happened to fall into the smelting crater.

"What am I doing-" He mumbled to himself, "Have I really stopped this low to plotting his death."

He shuddered that he had even been pushed to that level.

"SP not that bad." He shrugged, as he stretched his shoulder blades, "He's just a little thick."

"Jazz come bring some of those oversized toothpicks, were playing something called darts up here." The command came in over his comlink.

Oh now that was it. The first chance he got, he was going to get himself reassigned, even it meant he'd go Trtion-090 3000 stellar cycles away.

Virus: Spoon full of sugar

Summary: He wasn't going to ask twice.

"BEE! YOU EITHER TAKE THIS MEDICINE OR I"LL PRY OFF YOUR FACE MASK AND FORCE IT DOWN YOUR CIRCUTS." Ratchet seethed at the yellow bot wrestled to keep the spoon away from his mouth.

The yellow bot, kept the face guard up though, "NO!"
Ratchet sighed, "All right. I just want you to know you forced me to do this."

Bee sat on the med bay table staring after the grumpy bot as he grumbled out the door.

"Yeah, can't touch this." He smiled as he jumped off the table only to come face to face with Prowl. He hated the ninja bot sometimes.

"Hey Prowl." He smiled keeping his mask face up, as started to push past the ninja.

"Bee I have something to tell you." Prowl said seriously pushing him back. There was a pause as bee looked up at him waiting.

"I want you to be my spark mate."

Bee's whole face plate just about fell off, but not before he tasted the nasty concontion of road tar being stuck down his vocal circits.

"Swallow it, or I'll jam it down and Ratchet will have to pry it out." Prowl warned as he pushed the spoon farther in.

Bee glared, but did so, before he wiped his face plate and started into a coughing fit, "Oh yuck. That was disgusting. Never. never. Do that again."

Prowl glared, and then smirked, "Trust me the feeling is mute. Ratchet said it was the only way to get you to take your medicine though."

Bee shuddered. The med bot had a sick sick taste in humor.

Lazy Day

Summary: What happens before the battle

"Emma! What are you doing?" Bee yelled at her, as he held the canister of oil, as the others frantically rushed about with Prime yelling orders.

She raised an eyebrow, glancing up at him, "I am a tiny organic human. I have no substantial weapons in which to arm myself against two story tall robots with canons. I am enjoying my last moments alive, by finished this sweater for Sari. "

She held up the knitted monstrosity.

"It's was going to be her birthday present. But then this happened, so I'm doing something useful before I depart from the earth."

'Right." He nodded, "You could go see if you could yell at the decepticons-maybe nag them into-"

She suddenly gripped the needle very tightly in her hand, "Bee please don't make offline you before the enemy gets a chance."

He quickly shut his trap as the humans would say, gladly darting away from the scary organic.

Slag canons, he thought, justlet Emma at them and we got this war won.

Fashion Police 9-1-1

Summary: He hadn't given much thought to what kind of image he was giving off.

"What are you supposed to be a hermit?"

His eye twitched as he readied his hook, to knock the fellow mechs head off. He wasn't in the mood for making conversation as he sat at the high grade bar as he sucked them down. It had been a slow week, as if no one had anyone they needed to have killed.

The purple mech sat next to him. He had huge bug eyes, and a cofident smile that screamed Better than you and I know it.

"And what is with this-" He tugged on his tattered cloak that had huge rips and gafts, smeared with dirt and spark knew what else.

Lockdown turned and glared down at the purple mech, "Listen buddy. You make more one wise comment, and consider yourself as good as scrapped."

"Now your talking. But I have to say you could get a lot more for me if I wasn't scrapped. This is high quality stuff." He banged his chest plate as if to emphasis the point.

"Really. Then maybe I'll simply ripp some of you off, and leave the rest of you to rust in a pile." He smiled as he held up his hook. The bot only smiled wider, as he put an arm around him.

"You know. I like you. You seem like the kind of double crossing, dirt bag of the undermaker that a bot could really use. I'm in the trading buiness myself." He announced as he swiped his drink,

"They call me Swindle. And if were going to go into buiness we need to get you a new look. What are you trying to state here, besides the fact that your fitlhy."
Lockdown felt his gears grind, he was so close to just ripping out his still beating spark, but Swindle seemed unaffected by the fact that he was so close to being offlined.

"I like my cloak. It helps me to blend in." He answered as he forced Swindles arm off, crushing it beneath his grip. Swindle glanced at the indented metal.

"Alright. Alright. I can work with this." He answered, "Now what is that exactly that you do-"

Lockdown sighed this was going to be a long night.

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