AN: A healthy dose of Prime and Rescue Bots ^_^


Beep Bop Boop
Prompt: Alliteration
Characters: Bumblebee, Rafael, Ratchet, Jack, Miko, Optimus, Bulkhead, Arcee
Universe: Prime
Word Count: 452
Summary: Miko brushes up on her beeping skills.


"Bweep bop buzz."

"That's cool, Bee."

"Beep beep boop."

"A whole group of them?"

"Bzzz! Bop beep beep beep bweb buzz. Boop bop bzzzzzzz!"

"Bumblebee!"

The young yellow warrior's blue optics cycled through settings, and he snapped to attention to stare at the medic glaring at him. Ratchet pointed down at the human computer genius that watched Bumblebee with awe and amusement. "Watch your language around the children."

"Bzzzzz."

Ratchet harrumphed at Bumblebee's apparent apology, and he turned back to the base's main computer. Bumblebee and Rafael immediately went back to their conversation, Rafael typing away at his computer and occasionally looking up to watch Bumblebee pantomime the battle he enthusiastically beeped about. Not far from them sat two other teenagers, one appearing to be more interested in the video game in front of him while the other stared over at the mech and boy duo with undisguised curiosity.

"Language?" Miko whispered to Jack where they were sitting on the couch. "All I hear is a bunch of beeps and buzzes."

"Boop boop."

"And that."

Jack shrugged, fingers flying over the buttons of his game controller. "I don't know. Maybe the right combination of sounds is a curse by their standards."

Miko looked thoughtful for a moment before throwing her controller down and twisting around on the couch to face Bumblebee and Rafael. "Hey, 'Bee! Beep bop boop!"

Rafael's mouth fell open, and Bumblebee physically flinched back, optics spiraling in shock. Even Ratchet temporarily abandoned in his work to stare at the tiny teenager. "Miko!"

"Bweep bweep buzz!"

Bumblebee's hand flew up to cover the lower half of his face with a choked buzz, and Rafael almost dropped his laptop. Ratchet shook off his shock and walked over to where Jack and Miko were sitting. "Now, you listen here young lady—"

"Boop blop!"

"Miko."

Miko's mischievous grin suddenly fell, and she turned with the others to see Optimus walking into the room with Arcee and Bulkhead in tow. Arcee quirked a metallic brow while Bulkhead possessed a scandalized look. Optimus remained as poker face as ever. "You would do well to watch your words."

The young girl bowed her head in acknowledgement, and everyone in the room went back to what they had been doing before with the added presence of the three new arrivals. When she was sure no one was watching, she nudged her elbow into Jack's side to get his attention. "How do you think the 'Cons would act if I said that to them?"

"You don't even know what you said."

"So? Did you see everyone's reaction? I just threw down some major shade."

Jack rolled his eyes and tossed the second game controller back to Miko.


Solace
A Transformers Flash Fic
Prompt: Looking Back
Characters: Soundwave
Universe: Prime
Word Count: 433
Summary: Soundwave is a good daddy.


Soundwave could remember a time when he would be bombarded with emotions. From all directions, they would mute his calm demeanor: anticipation, anger, enthusiasm, disinterest, curiosity.

He felt nothing now.

Sometimes, he would call up old video files of little frames running around his feet, lacking any concern for being stepped on as they fought with one another for playful dominance and snapping out a snide remark, or even tinier frames that would flutter around his head and land on his shoulders, huddling down against him in subtle affection.

He looked down and only saw the bleak, black floor beneath his feet.

Sometimes he would lie on his berth, recalling the feel of warm frames huddling against him in a rare moment of weakness. He could almost feel the two bipedal mechs who would, even in their sleep, kick and punch each other in their brotherly way. A pair of wings would flutter against his helm as the tiniest sighed in recharge while two more pairs of wings would lie against his chest. He would feel the final frame curl around his feet later in the off-cycle, having returned from the espionage mission that Megatron had ordered him on.

His form felt abnormally cold now.

After a while there had only been one frame that had remained, clinging to his chest at all times until his talents were needed. Sometimes Soundwave felt the urge to hold the little winged frame tight, refusing to let him go again. To keep his final symbiot from sharing the same fate his brothers had during the procession of an unending war.

Soundwave would always force himself to let go.

And as lonely and cold as it was now, he was glad that he had let go. While he may have been resigned to his fate in this shadow verse—a mockery of the one he now longed to be a part of once more—he allowed a sort of peace to wash over him at the reminder that his final symbiot had escaped this awful fate. Laserbeak had fluttered around him for a while, sensing his presence through the weak symbiotic bond that was still present, but eventually Soundwave had convinced the upset avian to leave. To find the remaining mech that knew how to take care of symbiotic frames even though that mech had been an Autobot.

Blaster had succeeded where he had not, keeping all of his symbiotes alive and cared for, and Soundwave silently watched as Laserbeak slowly acclimated to his new life.

At least he would be able to remember Laserbeak being happy.


Talk Like a Pirate
Prompt: Pirate
Characters: Heatwave, Blades, Boulder
Universe: Rescue Bots
Word Count: 499
Summary: Pirates and Rescue Bots don't mix very well.


"Arr, you scurvy dogs!"

Heatwave groaned and contemplated on whether to walk back out of the bunker or push forward. Unfortunately, he wasn't really allowed a choice because his copter companion spotted him. Leaving behind an amused Boulder, Blades sauntered over to him, lifting a hand to right the ridiculous pirate's hat that Cody must have given him while Heatwave was out. The copter's partner certainly wouldn't have bought the ridiculous feathered cap.

"Ahoy matey!" Heatwave wanted to slap his face like he had seen the humans do in cartoons. Blades didn't seem to notice his exasperated sigh as he enthusiastically flung an arm over his team leader's shoulder. "Ye've returned."

"You're not seriously doing this again."

"Arr, I not be knowing what you're talking about, matey."

Heatwave grunted at the chuckle that came from Boulder. "You're not a pirate, Blades."

"Avast!"

"And you're not out on a boat."

"It not be the ship that make a pirate!"

"I thought that was the point of being a pirate."

This caused Blades to pause long enough for Heatwave to slip out from under him. However, it didn't take long for Blades to jump back into his role and follow Heatwave to the other side of the room. "Aye, that be true. But a spirit of a pirate will not be stifled by technicalities!"

Heatwave thought that Boulder was getting far too much amusement from this situation. He flopped down into one of the large beanbag chairs Cody had bought for them, and Blades flopped down beside him, the blades on his back shifting around to avoid being bent. "Go on, Blades. I'm not in the mood right now."

The red Rescue Bot expected his teammate to spit some other pirate saying, but he was surprised to see Blades take off his hat, an expression of concern dominating his features. "You okay? What happened?"

Heatwave briefly thought of not answering before sighing. "Kade was too busy trying to impress that girl again. Nearly got himself killed rushing into a burning building." He paused. "Plus he tangled my hose, and I couldn't fix it."

"That sucks. Here let me help." Heatwave shifted around to give Blades access to his retractable hose. "Wow. That's worse than when my hook gets tangled. You shouldn't be putting yourself through that discomfort."

Heatwave finally sighed as Blades finished. The knot of discomfort that had been plaguing him during the long drive back to the station was gone, and he automatically felt a hundred times better. "Thanks, Blades."

"You're welcome! Now, shiver me timbers, there be another landlubbing scallywag."

Heatwave shook his head as Blades scurried off to greet a very confused Chase and laughing Chief Burns. While Chase found some rule to cite against Blades' "pirating ways," Heatwave turned back to Boulder, who was now humming as he painted a large canvas. "I thought pirates were supposed to be mean."

"Do you want to be the one who tells Blades he can't be a good pirate?"