A/N HardyGal: Weeeeeellll, don't I just suck? ANOTHER late update! I'm so sorry guys...

To Sidekicks-anonymous, thank you for reviewing, and thank you for telling me that my drabbles are the highlight of your week! That was incredibly encouraging. :3

07.11.16

Reign

"Primus, I need a break," Smokescreen muttered, wiping the energon away from his mouth. He turned to Megatron, smirking tiredly. "That all you got?"

Megatron snarled and lunged at the smaller bot. Smokescreen gasped, nearly collapsing as the warlord seized one of his doorwings in a vice.

"Do not think you can even hope challenge me, Autobot," Megatron said harshly, shaking him. "You may have the Matrix of Leadership, but you are no Optimus Prime. You are simply an Autobot lackey who happened to be in the right place at the right time."

Smokescreen scoffed. "Tell me something I don't know."

08.11.16

Recall

There was actually very little Smokescreen could recall from his past. He could remember being handed off to a certain Autobot squad for nurturing - not like he'd received much nurture, seeing as Prowl was the head of said squad - but everything before then was blank. Which was strange considering that he hadn't been all that young when he'd been handed off.

If he thought hard enough about it though, he could recall some small things; a bright light, a vast room, murmurs and occasional shouts, and a smiling voice saying, "...hope indeed. Oh, newspark, you are destined for great things."

09.11.16

Infected

"According to my findings," Ratchet said grimly, handing Ultra Magnus a datapad. "Smokescreen has been infected with a highly aggressive virus."

"That's not true!" Smokescreen shouted furiously from behind the quarantine glass. He pulled back slowly, replacing his aggressiveness with a hurt desperation. "C'mon, doc, just let me outta here!"

"That's not you speaking, Smokescreen," Ratchet said wearily. "That's the virus. It's infected your mind. It wants to spread, and it's using you as a carrier."

"That's not true!" Smokescreen snapped, slamming his servos against the glass. "Let me out, now!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Smokescreen."

"Let me out, slaggit! Let me out!"

10.11.16

Invasion

It felt like clawed digits were flicking through his memories as though they were readings on a datapad. It didn't hurt, but it made his processor crawl and writhe uncomfortably. He hated it.

'Get out!' he yelled. 'Get out, get out!'

The claws payed no mind to his panic and anger. They payed no attention to him at all as they picked carelessly at his memories, searching effortlessly for the one thing he didn't want them to know.

They found it.

A sick feeling filled his entire processor as the claws pulled out the memory, and he pulled back hopelessly. 'I'm sorry, Optimus...'

11.11.16

Miracle

Smokescreen pulled himself upward, using the restraints holding his arms to his advantage, then dropped his weight sharply. The restraints remained as firm as ever, and another stab of pain jolted through his already aching shoulder joints.

Smokescreen groaned. "Maybe I should change tactics."

The bot hanging beside him scoffed dully. "Give it up, kid. You've been at it for days now. What makes you think you'll make it out now?"

"Beats giving up," Smokescreen retorted. "Like you."

"C'mon, kid... No one's ever escaped from this ship. It'd take a miracle."

"Good thing I'm the kinda guy who's willing to believe in miracles."

12.11.16

Cavity

Smokescreen had come with complaints that his transformations felt 'uncomfortable', a problem that had been ailing him since sometime after escaping Megatron's warship. Ratchet scanned him, and discovered that there was a large cavity in the young bot's torso area. Ratchet was baffled, but he was forming a theory.

"Smokescreen," he said slowly. "When the Omega Key was extracted from your chassis, how did it feel?"

"Why?"

"Answer the question."

Smokescreen shrugged, scowling. "I dunno. Kinda painful, I guess. Like a part of my protoform was being pulled out."

"Well..." Ratchet muttered. "According to these readings, that seems to be essentially what happened."

13.11.16

Little

The sparkling held up the glitch-mouse, grinning proudly. "Can I keep it?"

Prowl's answer was short. "No."

"Please!"

"No, Smokescreen," Prowl repeated firmly. "We have enough of a problem with these pests as it is."

The sparkling's demeanor changed abruptly; his doorwings dropped and his smile fell. "Like me?"

This caught Prowl off guard. "What?"

Panic flashed across the sparkling's face, and he lowered his helm. "Nothing, never mind." He turned away, the glitch-mouse still cradled in his servos. "I'll put 'im outside."

Doorwings miserably limp, the sparkling trudged out the office, leaving Prowl to wonder what had just happened.

07.11.16: AU in which Smokescreen received the Matrix of Leadership.

09.11.16: Inspired by some episode of Fringe that I can't remember the name of.

10.11.16: Set during episode Inside Job.

11.11.16: Set after the final attack on Iacon.

13.11.16: FINALLY get to write sparkling!Smokescreen.