Author's Notes: Transformer fun. If any of these 100 word drabbles inspire a full fledged story or fic roll with it, credit original snip here and send me the link to read please. And yes, I am in a state under two week lock down. No work, restaurant, gatherings or other events. Time to write, yahoo! Once housework and yardwork and sorting the garage is done. Onward to dealing with others and the emotions involved.
Drabble 188
"Mia, talk to me."
"You said enough already."
Ironhide winced at Chromia's icy tone. Her blocking any physical contact for two earth days hurt his spark worse. The aged mech knew he had crossed a line. "Tell me what, to never do it again."
"You said to embrace your mistakes. Then waited for a hug."
"And?"
"You were never a mistake. My greatest joy and strength have always been you. A spark mate my equal. The one being I need and want," the femme stated.
"You are all I want Mia. I was wrong. And right to choose you. Always."
Drabble 189
"More shape sets?" Sarah questioned. "Annabelle has a toy box full."
"Never enough," Hound encouraged, the jeep's tone soft. Sarah shrugged before shopping inside the supercenter store.
While parked, the Cybertronian scout watched a couple trying to fit a large screen tv inside a small car, the dimensions not even close. Another tied a wide BBQ grill into a narrow trunk while further up the parking row humans jostled a long box across seats and out a passenger window. A car drove by with a kids pool strapped to the roof.
"The reason shape matching toys are critical," he chuckled.
Drabble 190
"I see Sarah posted a warning."
"Now what?" Her husband sighed. Her pregnancy mood fluctuations were intense, missed before while stationed in Qatar.
"It's Grimlock T-rex form. Printing underneath is "Growly. Do not enter unless carrying cupcakes," Epps smirked. "And it gets tested."
Cliffjumper knocked on the recreation room door before striding in. A thunderous roar, high pitched scream and breaking glass sounds had the men cringing.
Outside, a red mech form sailed by the window.
"Was that?"
"Yes. But he doesn't fly."
"Sarah like chocolate?"
"Loves it."
"Hello commissary? I want to order cupcakes. Writing? Me friend. No throw."
Drabble 191
Prowl leaned around the doorjam, tracking the noises to focus on Jazz sprawled out on the floor. "Did you just fall?"
"No, I was attacking the floor."
"Backwards?'
"One of my many talents. Never know when a full frame slam down against a larger mech is needed." The spy sat up slowly, adjusting his visor straight.
"Most mechs are larger than us."
"Rub it in my rule bot. I meant a leader class or cityformer size mech."
"And Jazz?"
"Yeah?"
"While repairing your shield, please keep pieces off the floor. A human or less talented bot might trip on one."
Drabble 192
"Playing board games helps teach manners. They provide a state of controlled conflict. You improve skills by taking turns, following rules, being fair and winning or losing gracefully. This isn't graceful," Major Lennox reminded his young daughter.
Annabelle frowned, feeling bad but still mad. "Ratchet threatens to weld every bot to the ceiling!"
"He has a temper issue honey. Now use your Prime gift and get those bots back down please."
Rule # 495 "Do not play board games with Annabelle, she is too competitive and will throw the board, game pieces, you and any tanks nearby when she loses."
Drabble 193
"Oh slag! Arcee will be livid," Sunstreaker moaned, rolling off the broken pieces.
"Nice landing bro, we're offlined," Sideswipe grumbled.
"You flipped me onto it."
"Perfect form while executing too. Jet judo for Starscream," Sideswipe noted, recreating the fighting gestures. "And who leaves valuables in the hangar workshop?"
"I have a processing. Need to borrow part of the liaison's car."
The next morning, Arcee's optics narrowed, seeing her broken enhancer. Muddy tire tracks led to the human's carpool.
"Thank you Arcee for putting the car fire out quickly, though a total loss. I wonder how it began."
"Things happen Prime."
