A/N HardyGal: Sorry for another late update, guys. This week hasn't been the best; I've been feeling awful for the past two weeks now (should probably stop forgetting to take my vitamin C) and it took me awhile for me to get into a 'Smokescreen' mindset in order to write these drabbles. But hey, here I am! And my health is looking up!

Also, BIG THANKS TO MY AMAZING REVIEWERS, Sidekicks-anonymous, Jules Cardy, knockout13, and Calliope-Beautiful Voice! :3 Your reviews seriously brightened up my week!

23.01.17

Getting Problematic

Prowl glared at the three full grown bots in the lineup. "Honestly, an act of insubordination has been a long time coming for you three." Turning his glare down on the adolescent sparkling standing in the lineup, Prowl continued, "But I am baffled as to how you could've possibly been pulled into this."

Smokescreen scowled at the ground, muttering something under his breath.

"Smokescreen, if you have something to say-"

"Since when d'you care about whatever I'm doin'?" Smokescreen demanded hotly.

"I care when whatever you're doing is reckless and insubordinate," Prowl replied cooly.

The sparkling groaned, stomping his pede. "You suck, Prowl."

24.01.17

Out of Practice

"Absolutely not!"

"C'mon, Ratchet!" Smokescreen tried not to wince as his injured chestplates protested at his every movement. "I'm getting better! Besides, doesn't Bulkhead kinda need a partner?"

"Bulkhead can handle at least one mission on his own," Ratchet said firmly. "I already said no, and that is final!"

"But I'm getting outta practice, I know it!"

"Nothing is preventing you from getting back in practice. Here, in the base, under my supervision."

Smokescreen groaned, then winced sharply.

Bulkhead chuckled. "I'd listen to Ratchet, kid. Just take it easy. I'll try my best not to complete all the missions before you're back on your pedes."

25.01.17

Just a Bit Exhausted

"Well, that sucked," Smokescreen muttered as Arcee helped him to his pedes.

"What happened?" Arcee demanded. "Why weren't you answering your comm.? Where's the bone?"

"Woah, slow down a bit." Smokescreen groaned, rubbing his optics. "Um, KO and I went through a really, really long high-speed chase before he finally got the drop on me... My comm.'s busted, prob'ly from that hit or somethin'... The bone's gone."

"Ugh, scrap..." Arcee tapped her comm. "Ratchet, we need a 'bridge. Smokescreen, you feeling all right?"

"What? Yeah, I'm just really... really tired."

Arcee tapped her comm. again. "Hey, Ratchet, you might wanna prep the medbay too."

26.01.17

Wrapped Up

He was hanging upside down, wrapped in some kind of sticky webbing. His processor was pounding and he felt strangely exhausted.

"Ugh, where'm I...?"

A face moved into his fuzzy field of vision - a pointed, feminine face, that appeared to be smiling. "Welcome to my parlour."

Smokescreen squinted. "What...?"

The femme laughed. "Poor dear. It seems that waking up earlier than expected has actually made you slower to the uptake."

"There was somethin' I needed to do... Somethin'..." He groaned, processor aching in protest.

The femme tapped his forehead. "Now, don't hurt yourself. Once I get thirsty enough, that will be my job."

27.01.17

Unbirthday

Smokescreen approached the Prime hesitantly. "Hey, Optimus?"

"Yes, Smokescreen?"

"Well, I just thought you'd like to know, um..." Smokescreen frowned as he tried to sort out his words. "Well, my clock has been a little messed up lately, but I think I've sorted everything out. Anyway, I think... that today counts as the anniversary of your becoming Prime."

Optimus was silent, and Smokescreen continued. "Alpha Trion told me all about it. I just... thought you'd like to know. I mean, assuming you don't already."

"No," Optimus said thoughtfully. "I confess that I had forgotten. Thank you for reminding me, Smokescreen."

28.01.17

Red and Gold

There was a loud shriek, followed by what sounded like gunshot, and the night sky was lit up with a brief flash of light.

"Woah!" Smokescreen hit the brakes. "What was that?"

Bumblebee stopped alongside him and transformed, looking excited. *Fireworks! Look!*

The scout pointed towards the human city, and Smokescreen transformed to get a better look.

Several bright streaks had been launched from the city, accompanied by the loud shrieking sound as they rose into the sky. BANG! Smokescreen's optics went wide as the streaks burst into sparkling explosions of red and gold.

"Woah."

*I know, it's impressive right?*

29.01.17

Behind Schedule

He checked his clock. This action no longer served to encourage him, as it had seventeen minutes ago, but instead simply pushed him deeper into despair. It was hard to shake a habit that had developed over the past three hours and seventeen minutes, though.

'They promised, they promised, why aren't they here!?'

Someone was mocking him. He wanted to deliver a snide retort, but... he couldn't think of anything.

'They're just a bit late. It's fine, just hold on.'

Someone slowly pulled out one of the knives in his shoulder. He knew he was screaming. Again.

'They promised three hours! They promised, they promised...!'

23.01.17: More sparkling!Smokescreen!

24.01.17: Set sometime during Beast Hunters.

25.01.17: Set sometime during Beast Hunters.

26.01.17: I wrote this with the idea that it was a continuation of the Knock Out drabbles 'Blast From the Past' and 'There is No Cure!' from weeks nineteen and twenty, respectively.

27.01.17: Set sometime during Beast Hunters. Not sure why I decided to entitle this one 'Unbirthday', but it seemed to fit.

28.01.17: Gong xi fa cai! Happy Chinese New Year to any of you who celebrate it!

29.01.17: A continuation of 'Watch' from Week Fifteen. I sort of managed to think up an actual plot for this awful thing. Whether or not I'll expand on it remains to be seen.