A/N: Could it be? I actually make a post of this and it hasn't been three months? Whoa!! And there are actually 10 here! Quick little confession time: I have thrown the original rules of this challenge out the window (they were more like guidelines anyway). While I still keep things on shuffle, I will keep skipping tracks until I find something that makes someone scream "That's me! Write!" I will also put the song on repeat until the idea spins itself out. I hope this will be better in the long run of actual writing instead "throw something out there and hope it fits". Thanks go out to thundercracker76, greengirl011, and Pookinator for adding this (or me) to you're alerts, you all are awesome! If you have added this to your alerts and I didn't mention you I am so, so sorry. Some of my e-mails have exited stage left from my inbox and I have no idea how to find out who has alerted a story on here. I really appreciate it even if I am terrible and didn't save your name. Thanks goes out to Starfire201 for the review! I actually didn't know 'Burn it to the Ground' was on the soundtrack. Pure coincidence! Thanks as always to Master Okami for being Master Okami (and finding me Swindle!)

Until the Day I Die – Story of the Year

"I promised you we would always be together." Trailbreaker whispered quietly to the triplechanger beside him at the bar.

"We both made a lot of promises that got broken." Sandstorm murmured, not unkindly. "Things changed between us."

"Did they?" Even though his tone became demanding, the black mech never raised his voice.

The triplechanger gave his companion a long gaze, knowing the vorns together let the other look past the red visor as if it didn't exist. "Yes, Trailbreaker, they did. But one thing never changed-"

"Hey Sandy! Smokey's setting up poker, you in?" Scoop yelled across the rec room.

"I'm in!" He turned to leave, but paused to look back at Trailbreaker.

The defense strategist just looked at him. "That changed too, Sandstorm."

"Yeah, it did." The orange mech placed a hand on the other mech's shoulder strut and walked away, picking up speed as he went.

Don't You (Forget About Me) – New Found Glory

Skywarp's face broke into an evil grin when his optics caught sight of a very familiar paint job. One he hadn't seen since…forever! Making good use of his warping ability, the Seeker appeared directly behind the mech in question and leaned in close enough to be heard over the din of battle. "Do you still scream me name?"

Before the mech could turn and fire, the black and purple jet had teleported away, his laughter the only evidence of his close proximity.

If he had stuck around any longer, the Seeker would have heard a quiet and embarrassed "Yes." Not even war or factions could erase some aspects of the past.

Don't Trust Me – 3Oh!3

The Energon bars on Cybertron often hosted packs of femmes with one thing on their collective processors. Every group had the same unspoken rules: don't be the last one to leave the bar and definitely don't leave alone.

Fire Star didn't know quite how she had gotten mixed up with the other femmes, but she had traveled with them long enough to know the rules. The only thing that scared her was how much she enjoyed it.

The bar couldn't hold another Cybertronian, the best kind of night. The femmes exchanged looks and split up, each going for their 'type.'

The lithe red femme went straight for the cluster of enforcers in the back of the room. One mech had eluded her for long enough. The black and white mech would go home with her tonight or no one. She'd make sure of it.

Keep Your Hands Off My Girl – Good Charlotte

He knew every mech in the bar noticed her they had too. Even if femmes didn't 'spark their circuits' so to say, they couldn't help but notice the beautiful blue femme as she made her way through the bar.

He knew she could handle herself in the crowd, but he still watched and waited. The first mech to try and even cycle his intakes near her wouldn't even what'd hit him.

Some young flier stepped into her path, two cubes of high grade in hand. Chromia gave him an annoyed look and tried to move around him. He moved into her path again, and that was the last thing Ironhide remembered before he tore through the crowd and jumped the much smaller mech.

Behind Blue Eyes – Limp Bizkit

Sideswipe sat on his berth and silently watched Sunstreaker fall apart. The golden mech dealt with so much: an emotion al storm that never ended and had no eye to offer relief. The sociopathic aspects of his spark might worry the rest of the Autobots and even Decepticons but it had to be worse for the one living with it everyday.

The red twin knew he could do nothing to help his brother's tortured spark. He could only wait and offer silent comfort at times like these.

All their years of pain and suffering together had left Sunstreaker worse for wear. Unfortunately, only Sideswipe seemed to realize the outwardly projected violence and anger served only as a smokescreen for the internal damage.

Sometimes though, even the cheerful twin didn't know what happened behind his brother's intense optics. There were some things Sunstreaker kept even from the mech that understood him, and that scared Sideswipe more than the entire Decepticon army.

Rooftops – Lostprophets

Thundercracker looked out over the battlefield and paused. He didn't know why he kept fighting for the Decepticons, but the thought of leaving his trine mates behind terrified him. He fought because he followed orders, but he wanted more.

"TC! Come on man, let 'er rip!" Skywarp yelled as he teleported past, aiming for the Lambo twins.

Steeling his resolve, the blue Seeker released a sonic boom that flattened everyone caught unawares. Hidden in the audio shattering sound, he screamed.

He didn't want this. He just wanted to go back to Cybertron and live out his quiet life. No war, no orders, no Decepticons or Autobots. Just spending free time with 'Warp and Screamer, like they used to.

Across the field of quickly recovering warriors, Skywarp met the others ruby optics and the evil glitter left for a moment. He knew what Thundercracker thought of the war, but had no idea how to help him.

Sideways – Dierks Bentley

Ratchet sipped his cube of high grade and let a grin devour his faceplates.

"Where do find these places, Ratch?" the blue and red mech beside him asked in awe as two stunning beautiful femmes went past.

"You think I take you every where? I've checked out every bar on this side of Iacon." The white medical student waved to the bar tender to refill their cubes.

"You slagger! You told me you were catching up on assignments!" The larger of the two mechs leaned back in his seat to try and locate the femmes that had gone by.

"I'm a medic! Studying femme anatomy is an assignment. They went up to the second level, and you don't have a chance with either one." Ratchet turned to check out the rest of the bar. "Seven o'clock coming up hot. Frag it, never mind, Chromia's in that group."

"Promise me something." The high grade clearly had taken a hold of the other mech, "When we get out of the Academy, we have to keep doing this."

"No problem Optimus, I don't plan on ever giving this up!"

If You Could Only See – Tonic

"Why did you do it, Optimus? You're way too young to get bonded!" Ratchet didn't even look up from the stack of datapads on his desk as he continued his tirade. "There are more femmes out there! How could you decide this is one for you forever?"

The big mech let his friend carry on his verbal abuse. He knew only the fear of loosing a friend and drinking buddy fueled him. Ratchet hadn't met her yet and even when he did, Optimus doubted the white mech would really understand.

Elita One had appeared out of nowhere. Just one look made him want to talk to her. One quiet evening together made him desire her. One night with her had made him realize she embodied everything he could ever want from a bondmate. Her beauty, strength, courage, and love of life were beyond compare.

"I love her Ratch." The blue and red mech interrupted quietly.

His words stopped the medic's rant. The white mech finally let the briefest smile cross his faceplates. "I guess that's gonna have to be a good enough reason."

Before He Cheats – Carrie Underwood

"Ready bro?" Sideswipe asked, cracking his knuckles.

The yellow twin just slid his brother a cold look. "I'm always ready."

"Good, I think it's about time we exercised some coping therapy." The red mech opened the door and waited for his other half to go through.

"Whatever." Sunstreaker snarled, and stormed in the direction of Track's quarters.

Sideswipe sauntered off towards Bumblebee's room as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Some time had past since the Lambo twins had returned from a mission to find their respective lovers in someone else's berth. Everyone on base, including the mechs in question, thought the storm had past and everything that could happen had already come to pass.

They didn't have a clue.

The red twin keyed in the entry code to the small yellow mech's quarters and grinned as the door slid open. On another hallway, Sunstreaker would be doing the same, minus the grin. After they got finished, no one would forget what happened when the twins got backstabbed.

Tracks and Bumblebee would return from their dates to find their rooms trashed, vandalized and with no doubt of their scorned lover's responsibility.

Be Like That – 3 Doors Down

"Hey Blue, if you could have anything in the universe, what would it be?" Scoop asked, glancing over at the gunner.

The two young mechs had gotten slapped with monitor duty after a collaborative effort to paint Prowl red had gone south. The plan had failed miserably to say the least. Sunstreaker had triggered the trap and proceeded to try and maim them. In the end they'd turned themselves in to the very mech they had tried to prank for safety.

"Hear me Blue?" the Wrecker asked again, leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah, I heard you." Bluestreak paused. "I really don't know." He lied.

"Seriously?"

The gunner stared at his monitor. "Yeah."

In truth, he knew exactly what he wanted: he wanted to have Prowl's intelligence, Sideswipe's humor, Ironhide's courage, Tracks' confidence, Ratchet's conviction, Mirage's aim, the list went on and on.

Scoop looked at his friend with concern. The question should have had Bluestreak rambling, not stuck in solemn silence. "Blue?"

The gray mech broke out in an embarrassed laugh. "I'm okay. Just go lost in thought. Didja hear about what Mirage did last night with Hound? I tell ya, it was crazy! I heard from…"