A/N: Rabid plotbunnies are rabid. I have no excuse for this one except that it was an idea following my last songfic collection that wouldn't go away. So, here it is. I really don't have a particular verse for this one, it's a G1-ish type thing. Did it for the lolz, enjoy.


"Shockwave! You've had your fun! Now let Moonracer go!" Elita One shouted into the heart of the Decepticon lab as she and Chromia marched in.

"Indeed I have." The purple mech emerged from a darkened hallway into the lit open area. "It has been a while since I had a femme scream like this one." He tilted his head to one side as he regarded the Autobot femme leader. "You remember how much I enjoy registering a femme's scream, don't you Elita?"

"That was a long time ago."

Chromia looked very slowly at her friend and the revelation of what had been said fully registered. "Elita! What in the Pit were you thinking?" The blue femme hissed.

Elita shrugged meekly. "I like intelligent mechs."

"But he's a sociopathic nutcase!"

"A highly intelligent sociopathic nutcase who can hear you." Shockwave intermittent.

"Quiet!" The blue femme snarled. "I'm not talking to you."

"Chromia, can't this wait until after we've rescued Moonracer?" Elita pleaded.

"No! We are discussing this now! The little idiot isn't going anywhere."

"I should say not." The mech added.

Chromia shot her glare back at Shockwave. "I thought I vocalized for you to be quiet!" She turned her attention back to her leader. "HIM?"

"I like intelligent mechs-"

"To make up for your lack of processor, clearly."

Elita scowled, but pressed on. "-AND he has a really amazing vocalizer. After Soundwave-"

"SOUNDWAVE?"

"-I wanted a little more emotion-"

"And inflection." Shockwave interrupted. "And a less crowded berth, what with all the little ones around."

Elita turned and stared at the sole mech in the room. "I thought she told you to be quiet."

He simply shrugged his massive shoulders. "I was merely making a point."

The magenta femme observed her closest friend's stare of unimaginable disbelief and accompanying slacked jaw. "I think it's been made." She stated stoically.