Please ignore lame chapter title.
Title: Hard Earned
Rated: G
Character: Swindle
A/N: requested by anonymous
There was something to be said about selling your brothers to the Russian Government, he just didn't know what it was. Oh, people had had a lot of things to say about him selling his brothers to the Russian Government, but he had mostly tuned them out even before they had started repeating themselves. He was more concerned with how to reclaim all the money he had lost getting them back.
It wasn't fair really; he had earned that money fair and square. So to speak. He shouldn't have had to dip into his own hard earned funds when any one of them was perfectly capable of buying their own freedom. Of course, since Swindle had appropriated their accounts when he had sold them and they couldn't exactly access said accounts... Well, that was still no excuse to drive their dear brother into bankruptcy.
Hopefully his brothers would calm down enough to allow him to convince them of this fact.
Title: Teacher, Teacher
Rated: G
Character: Ratchet
A/N: requested by lady_katana4544
He found teaching the young Protectobot how to be a medic was refreshing from the everyday job of being a battlefield medic. Not that teaching was easy, it was just preferable to calmly go through each step of a procedure in a controlled setting than to have to make frantic repairs in the middle of a chaotic battlefield.
Though Ratchet would have been happier if his student wasn't part of a Gestalt. A Gestalt that seemed to enjoy making First Aid break out in laughter in the middle of a tedious procedure. But Ratchet, for the most part, tolerated it.
After all, you couldn't have everything.
Title: Two Plus Two Equals What?
Rated: G
Character: Starscream
A/N: requested by yami_samuraiflo
Life was a fragger, and the red seeker had long since learned that the only way to beat her was to be worse than her. Oh he had tried other methods, quite a few of them, in fact. But nothing else quite had the same results as staring Life in the face and making an annoyance of yourself.
Being an annoyance shouldn't be quite so successful in keeping one alive, but he had noticed that the higher ranked you were, the more annoying you seemed to others. Two plus two equals four and all that. Though if you really wanted to be annoying, you'd argue quite fiercely that two plus two equaled eleven. Sure, people looked at you as if you were an idiot but you got noticed, and therefore succeeded in surviving another day.
Regrettably, Starscream thought as he stared down Galvatron's cannon, nothing ever lasted forever.
Title: All Mine
Rated: PG
Character: Sunstreaker
A/N: requested by novadiscord
Sunstreaker absolutely hated it when other mechs tried to flirt with his twin or their lover Prowl and he made sure that the offending mechs knew of his displeasure. Now most would think that he accomplished this by simply beating the slag out of the offending mech. This was not so. Sure, he did often beat them up but this was far from the only thing he did to them.
He'd follow them during his off hours, glaring and making himself noticed. And he'd smile. He'd arrange for them to share a duty shift and he wouldn't do a single threatening thing while the other mech had a quiet breakdown. He'd rig their doors to open at random times during the night while a nearby radio was programmed to play the sounds of footsteps. And when they ran screaming from their quarters in the dead of night and would crash into him where he'd been waiting... then, then he would beat them up.
No one ever flirted with Sideswipe or Prowl more than once.