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Team Leader
Prompt: Archetypes (Innocent Youth and Mother Figure)
Characters: Heatwave, Blades
Universe: Rescue Bots
Word Count: 330


"Heatwave!"

The firetruck Rescue Bot groaned and tried to ignore the sound of heavy footsteps running towards him. However, he couldn't ignore the waxing cloth being snatched out of his hand and flung across the room. "Blades!"

"Heatwave!" Blades grabbed Heatwave's face, and Heatwave grunted at the strong grip. "You have to help me. Now."

Heatwave paused, holding back his initial growling response, and frowned. There had been many times that Blades had run to him in some state of hysteria. The helicopter always found something to worry about, and that had only increased since landing on Earth.

But the grip on his face and the expression on Blades' face made his spark stutter. As the leader of this rescue squad, it was his responsibility to ensure that all of its members were taken care of. "What is it? What happened? Are you hurt?"

"The hamsters are zombies!"

The sick feeling suddenly vanished, and Heatwave began to scowl. "What movie did you watch this time?"

"That doesn't matter right now, Heatwave. What matters is that they're zombies, and we have a duty to stop them before Griffin Rock is overrun." Blades paused. "As Rescue Bots, of course."

"Zombies aren't real."

"Just because we haven't seen them, doesn't mean they're not real." Heatwave sighed when Blades finally released him to fling his hands in the air. "Humans have all sorts of things that we don't understand."

"Cody says they're not real."

"Uh huh. And he didn't believe in aliens before meeting us either."

Heatwave sighed at the defensive stance Blades took, arms folded over his cockpit and feet spread apart. Blades wasn't going to let this go—not unless he was shown irrefutable proof. And even then he probably wouldn't.

But again, it was his responsibility to ensure his team was cared for. "Hamsters?"

"Zombie hamsters."

Heatwave sighed again and stood up. "Next time, you're watching a comedy."

Blades smiled and began to lead the grumbling fire truck through the firehouse.


Innocent Guise
Prompt: Archetypes (Innocent Youth, Mentor, and Scapegoats)
Characters: Bluestreak, Prowl
Universe: G1
Word Count: 199


"—so I told Sides that he was completely nuts if he was thinking about actually going on that ramp, and he was all like, 'You've been hanging out with Prowl too much, Blue, because you've turned into such a fun sucker,' and I was like, 'But you still love me because I'm cute.' He just laughed and proceeded to take the ramp, and that was how me, Sides, and Sunny exploded the highway."

Prowl's door-wings twitched, but Bluestreak's smile never wavered. "And that is how the entire situation happened?"

"Yep!"

"And you're not leaving anything out?"

"Nope!"

Prowl hummed and tapped the data-pad in front of him. "I hope this is not the final story you plan to share with Optimus."

"Then I'll blame the Decepticons. After all, they were there too."

Prowl's optics winked, and he handed the data-pad to Bluestreak, who accepted it with a steady grin. "You didn't learn this behavior from me."

"Jazz corrupted me." Bluestreak wings gave a happy flutter. "Well, I'm off to bedazzle Optimus with my innocent optics. Wish me luck!"

Prowl shook his head with a sigh. When had such an "innocent" mech become the most mischievous of them all?


Inner Turmoil
Prompt: Treachery
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Universe: G1
Word Count: 500


"You could've ended it eons ago.

"The war? Yeah, you could've ended it. After all, death isn't anything new to you.

"How many mechs have you killed at this point? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? You've never shied at the sight of Energon—never shied at the opportunity to rip a spark out. You were a top contender in the Gladiator Pits for a reason.

"And what happened today? You were right there! The Prime fell, and you were the next in line to face the Slagmaker. What did you do? You froze. When was the last time you froze?

"All it took was one good hit. One hit right in the center of his chest armor. Prime had already weakened to the point that Megatron was calling a retreat. Why didn't you—for once—let those deadly instincts take hold?

"Are you afraid? Of what—ending the war? You're such a coward. Instead you watch your brother rush in and take the fragger on. Now he's lying here with a collapsed spark chamber that you could've prevented.

"You could've prevented a lot of death. You should've killed him back in the Gladiator Pits when you had the chance. Imagine—a Cybertron where war had never broken out because you had stopped it from even happening. How would everyone react hearing that treachery?

"No wonder no one really sees you as an Autobot."

Sunstreaker flinched when a hand landed on his arm. He tensed before he felt a calm fall over his twisting spark. His dulled indigo optics brightened, and he turned towards the berth his brother had been assigned to.

Sideswipe's optics were half lit, and Sunstreaker checked the pain blockers that Ratchet had attached to his brother. He had long memorized the dosage the medic gave them, and Sunstreaker frowned when he found the dosage to be normal. "What are you doing online?"

The hand on his arm slid down to grasp his hand. Sunstreaker stared at the duel scarred hands; it was one of the few features of their frames that were exactly identical. "Stop it."

The yellow mech frowned even more at the static-filled demand. "Go back into recharge, fragger."

"No." Sunstreaker growled at the petulant tone his brother held. Sideswipe merely tightened his grip. "You've gotta place here. You're an Autobot just like me—you're just a little pricklier around the edges. Where would we be if you hadn't jumped in and saved the Prime at Protihex? And who would've pulled Prowl off the field when he took a hit from Bruticus? And what about when Ratchet—"

"Shut up!" Sunstreaker twitched, but Sideswipe's grip never loosened. "That doesn't matter."

"You hard-headed slagger." For all his fuss, Sunstreaker didn't resist when Sideswipe pulled him onto the berth, curling up beside his split-spark twin when no one was there to see. "Why can't you have a little more faith in yourself? I do."

Sunstreaker didn't respond, listening to the other half of his spark hum beside him.