AN: I forget that I actually upload flash fics here too ^^; So here's two "chapters" of the fics that have been created in the past two months :D


Going Out with a Bang
A Transformers Flash Fic
Prompt: Endings
Characters: Vehicon (OC), OC
Universe: Prime
Word Count: 494
Notes: Takes place after the events in Drone.


Humans are weird.

Then again, my only experience with them came from the 110 pound frame of estrogen maniacally dancing around a tiny pile of chemicals wrapped in a convenient package. I shook my helm and watched the little human wave her arms and twirl on her toes while she set up her little "celebration." Riley briefly stopped and held her hands in front of her face, her fingers forming a square with her index finger and thumb as she stared up at the moon. She turned back to angle one of the bigger rockets a fraction of an inch to the left before repeating the process.

"Are you almost done?" I sighed and moved to sit on the edge of the cliff when I didn't get an immediate answer. Riley huffed at the red sand that rose from my movement, and I moved my hands on the ground beside me just to make it happen again. "Come on, Riley. It's late and cold."

"Oh, stop being such a baby, Jeffrey! I'll have you back before the Golden Girls start." Riley finally seemed happy with the arrangement of fire hazards and came to join me on the edge. Her legs swung more freely beside my huge, metallic limbs. "What time is it?"

"Five minutes since the last time you asked me. Ten since the time before that. And then the time before that—"

"Okay, okay! Jeez, I take you out of the garage for one night and you become such a drama queen."

I think if I had a mouth like most forged mechs, I would have smiled. Maybe. Or frowned. I don't know how mouths work. "Don't you have school in the morning?"

Riley gave me one of her looks that I was probably supposed to be able to read by now. "I told you school doesn't start again until after the first."

I shrugged and picked at the dirt that had settled on my neon green arm. Great, I'm going to need another wash when we're done with this. "Why are we here again?"

"To end the year in an awesome bang!" Riley threw her arms out to emphasize the size of this "bang" she spoke of. "It's a celebration to get rid of the old and come in with the new. What time is it now?"

I huffed. "11:59."

"Perfect!"

Riley leaped to her feet and pulled out a tiny object from her pocket. She used it to light the ends of the fireworks and ran back to sit against my arm. The fizzling show of bright lights and annoying whistles and bangs wasn't that impressive, but it seemed to please Riley enough.

…maybe it's not humans that are weird; maybe it's just my human. That's what I get for being the rebellious Vehicon I am. I rubbed at the spot where a Decepticon sigil had once been embellished on my chest.

Out with the old—in with the new.


Language
Transformers Flash Fiction
Prompt: Commonly Confused Words
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Universe: G1
Word Count: 317


"Humans are weird."

Prowl was initially inclined to ignore the random comment made by the mech lounging in front of him. That decision was abruptly taken from him when a data-pad dropped in between him and his work. "Look at this!"

Prowl stared at the screen. "Jazz, this isn't the report I ordered you to write."

"Yeah, yeah, are you looking?"

Prowl scanned the text with bored optics. "I fail to see what this has to do with said report."

"It's got everything to do with the report!" When Prowl continued to stare, Jazz flopped back into his chair with a grunt. "Have you ever just stopped and looked at how weird the humans' language is? At least the English one?"

Prowl sighed and finally set his work aside. "If I play along, will I finally get my report?"

Jazz hummed, tapping his chin. "Maybe."

"Fine. How weird is it?"

"I'm so glad you asked!" Prowl shook his head at the enthusiasm Jazz exuded by simply leaning forward in his seat. "Did you know, that humans got these words that sound exactly alike, but got completely different meanings? They even spell them different!"

"Yes." Jazz's smile suddenly fell. Prowl shifted forward to lean his elbows against the desk. "They're what the humans commonly call 'homophones.' Now, your report should be double-spaced and in the correct font and color this time. I would like a more thorough account of your mission and an accurate time stamp too."

Prowl returned his attention to his work, leaving Jazz to frown at him. For a moment, there was blissful silence, and then Jazz slouched back into his seat. "You suck the fun outta everything."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"I'm well aware of that." Prowl briefly glanced away from his data-pad. "And don't even attempt to write it all in homophones."

Jazz groaned and slouched deeper into his chair.


Opposites Attract
Transformers Flash Fiction
Prompt: Opposites Attract
Characters: Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Drift
Universe: IDW
Word Count: 96


"Rodimus, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you currently attached to my arm?"

"Because."

"…let go."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because we're opposites, Mags." Ultra Magnus' usual frown deepened in response to the huge grin he was being subjected to. "We attract each other."

"Remove yourself before you compel me to use force."

"Aw, Magnus! You're no fun!" Rodimus pouted while Ultra Magnus walked away. He waited until the other mech had cleared the corner before turning to Drift. "How long was that?"

"2.3 klicks"

"Booyah! That free round of Engex at Swerve's is totally mine."