Hey everybody! Hope you are all doing well. Somehow I got this done this week. How, I really don't know at the moment. Pretty much my life has gone to Valhalla, but we maybe on the upswing now. The short list? Screwed up cell phone, iPod, flat tire, mother calling me fat, screaming at me randomly, brother and his wife splitting, and on top of everything else, my uncle died. Whew. Sorry to ramble, but its been one slag of a week. So, my humble thanks goes out to you all for still reading! I really appreciate everything and I hope you enjoy this batch. Kudos go out to dandyparakeet for adding the shuffle to your alerts!


Writing: Put your entire music collection on shuffle, hit play, and write. Write for as long as each song plays and move on to a different writing when the song switches (even if it's mid-sentence). Go for ten songs (or five). If nothing comes, it still counts. If you're listening to a comedian, you can skip it.

It's Raining Men by the Weather Girls

She would be the first to admit that being one of the very few femmes in active duty had severe disadvantages. Then again, she would also be the first to state it did have its advantages. Arcee couldn't help but smile to herself as she walked through the Hub and felt every single pair of optics on her chassis. With just a look she could have any mech on the station, and that knowledge would make anyone feel confident in themselves.

Disposable Sunshine by Loser

Some of the other Autobots openly agreed that the Twins had their faults and flaws as soldiers, but after arriving on Earth, Sideswipe thought they could all really shut up. He and his brother were young for their race. Not as young as Bluestreak, but in human terms, they were teenagers. Compared to the humans of the same 'age' he processed they handled everything thrown at them rather well.

Little Wonders by Rob Thomas

Sideswipe looked around his quarters and let his shoulder struts slump. The place looked like the Cassettes had thrown a party in the small space and decided to make confetti out of Sunny's latest painting. He really didn't have anything else to do but clean up the mess. Bumblebee, last check, was currently hanging in the rec room with Moonracer, Sunstreaker had gone out on patrol (finally) and everyone else just didn't know how to handle the situation.

In the End by Linkin Park

"Sunstreaker!" Tracks sounded surprised. Not guilty, just surprised. Somehow his over clocked processor logged that little note. He didn't even know what he considered worse: the fact that he had just caught Tracks, his lover, tangled with Ultra Magnus; that Ultra Magnus, an officer, was tangled with Tracks; or that he just quietly closed the door and walked away without a word.

The Dream by Birthday Massacre

Springer knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't help himself. The young officer didn't really consider himself that shallow (at least, no more than any mech in his prime) but he'd never seen anything so…amazing! Her petal pink plates shone in the dim light of the firing range. Her laughter could compare to the sound of a sparrowcorder, and her smile as she chatted with Chromia. The two femmes were so caught up in exchanging stories that neither had noticed him.

It's Been A While by Staind

Mirage kept to his usual dark corner of the rec room and nursed his cube. He didn't belong in this place. He didn't belong with these mechs and femmes. He hated the fact that every time he on lined he had to face the idea that he might never see Cybertron again. He really wanted to feel like he belonged, but the others just didn't understand the magnitude of what he had lost. He no longer felt he could explain to any of them that he hadn't just lost his wealth, prestige and influence, he had lost everything that made him who he was. He acknowledged the others had lost, but he had lost more.

Night Surgeon from Repo! The Genetic Opera

Bumblebee hid it behind his disarming smile, like all of his emotions. He felt horrible for what had happened. He never meant for Sideswipe to find out.

Tomorrow from Full Metal Panic

When the nights were nice and warm Jazz or Blaster often moved their parties outside of the Ark and into the heart of the desert. There they could crank up the volume and turn on the strobe lights. They were shadows of the parties the two mechs had once thrown in Kaon, but away from everything except the star filled sky above them, they could imagine. As the war waged on, the chance to imagine actually being home became the greatest gift and morale booster the officers could provide. Even Optimus Prime would come to them. He never joined the festivities, but he'd over look them and behind his mask, the leader smiled.

O Come O Come Emanuel by The Riga Boys' Choir

He would actually admit watching her dance now, but then he couldn't really deny it anymore. Someone had found her a room to practice her dancing so she would have something to do during the cycles. Sunstreaker often had to bully his way into a good spot to watch the lithe dancer.

Dr. Wily's Castle Stage by Piano Squall

The halls of the Nemesis echoed every sound back through their twisting passages. It took exceptional skill to maneuver through said halls unnoticed. Ravage possessed those skills.

What do you Do With A B.A. in English? From Avenue Q

Mixer found himself surrounded with some of the same Cybertronians with the same problems he had dealt with back in his Energon Bar. He couldn't help but smile as he looked around the Hub's 'rec room' (he knew slagging well the room served as the station's bar) and recognized some of the patrons along with some new faces.

They didn't look identical, but he knew the Twins on sight from the stories. They were trying to spike the Energon dispensers and failing miserably.

The big red mech who had served as a training instructor back in the day now sat in the corner waiting for someone who never came. For a moment the older mech found he wondered about the black flier that had waited every night.

What It's Like by Everlast

Sunstreaker wanted to kill something.

He hated the fact that they thought he couldn't hear them. That he couldn't hear them speculate on his sanity, his dependability, and general attitude. The comments that made him want to commit homicide were the remarks that nobody blamed Tracks or Ultra Magnus or even Bumblebee. The Twins deserved what they got, after all, you got back what you gave.

Hence, his urge to kill something.

The training drone really didn't make him feel any better, nor had it relieved any of the tension. He had never prayed for a Decepticon attack before as he had that night. He wanted death and he wanted it at his own hands.

Good-bye by Gravity Kills

The Decepticons didn't know what had gotten into the Lambo Twins and hoped to Primus it never happened again. Skywarp held a hand over one side of his face to keep his optic where it belonged. Thundercracker had lubricants dripping from more places then he could count. Neither one of the Seekers even wanted to think about Starscream's current condition. At least the two of them could walk on their on power. The Seekers were use to Jet Judo, but that had been one Pit of a round.

Second to None by Styles of Beyond

Everyone knew when the Wreckers arrived on Hub. To be honest, it was rather hard not to notice when they showed up. The special team strode through the halls like they owned them, making some of the mechs bristle and most of the officers groan. Somehow, something would happen that would result in a mountain of datapads on someone's desk. Every single officer could only hope it wasn't theirs.

Generique by Wojciech Kilar

The pools and fountains of the water garden reflected the lights of Iacon in a stunning display of sparkling lights that could out shine some of the most brilliant constellations in the galaxy. He would know after all, he had already seen a good portion of the universe.