AN: It's definitely been a while since I updated this (I say as if it hasn't been a while since I've updated anything here :|). My source for flash fic prompts abruptly ended because of RL issues, but I've finally started writing them again. I'm no longer restricted to 500 words or less, so some of the new ones will definitely be a little longer than previous ones ;P


Buggy Break
Prompt: Love
Characters: Sunstreaker, Bob, Lost Light Crew
Universe: MTMTE
Word Count: 1000


"Bob."

Two yellow antennae shot up, and the Insecticon paused rummaging through the little nest he had created in the corner of the room. He tilted his head towards Sunstreaker and twitched as Sunstreaker took one slow step towards him. "Hey, Bob. I've gotta treat."

Bob snuffled, the digits of his smaller appendages tapping together. Sunstreaker took another step forward, one hand extended with the treat as he slowly crouched down. Bob snuffled again. "You can have it if—"

The Insecticon suddenly dashed forward. Sunstreaker grunted at the full-force collision, and he toppled over onto his back. Little digits easily pried the glowing treats from his hand; and before he could react, Bob had scuttled across the room, jumped up to activate the keypad next to the door, and bolted from the room.

Sunstreaker twitched before he stood. "Bob! Get back here!"

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"—so I told Magnus that Rodimus had approved the new drink, and he was all 'Rodimus is a hooligan,' to which I replied—"

Rung smiled and nodded as Swerve went on. He shuffled the small box he held from one arm to the other and glanced down the hallway where his office waited. A small sigh escaped at the thought of the small place on his shelf waiting to be occupied by the model he held, but he continued to smile and nod in response to Swerve's energetic storytelling.

"—and then—"

Swerve cut off when a purple blur appeared around the corner. Rung chuckled as Bob dashed by them, came to an abrupt stop, and comically hobbled backwards to stop next to them. Swerve laughed when the bug nuzzled up to the orange mech. "You keep feeding him treats, and he'll forget Sunstreaker exists."

Rung smiled and pulled out one of the many treats he had made a habit of carrying onboard the Lost Light. "I wouldn't worry about that."

Bob snatched the treat out of Rung's hand with a happy rumble and managed to nibble on the corner of it before a loud shout came from the direction the bug had come from. "Bob!"

The Insecticon took off, treat tucked close to his chest. Swerve and Rung barely had time to step aside when Sunstreaker sprinted around the corner. The yellow mech didn't glance at them, but they heard him snarl when Bob managed to squeeze through the elevator's doors behind Skids.

Sunstreaker hit the elevator doors a second later. He growled and slammed his fist into the door before ducking around the corner to take the stairs. Rung shifted his stance when the hallway had become quiet once more. "Well, I should—"

"So anyway—"

Rung sighed as Swerve began his story again.

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Chromedome shook his head at Rewind's giggle. Tailgate followed Rewind's example and peeked under the edge of the table. "He's so cute!"

Chromedome sighed as the table's hidden occupant bumped against his leg…again. "Sunstreaker will be upset when his pet purges all the sweet Energon you two feed it."

"Don't be such a downer, 'Domey!" Chromedome shook his head at the twinkle he found in Rewind's visor. "We would never feed Bob enough to give him a tank-ache"

Chromedome shook his head again and turned to watch the room while the two mini-bots cooed over the hidden bug. They had only been in Swerve's bar for a breem when the Insecticon had shuffled in behind Trailcutter. Without Sunstreaker or Rung in the area, Bob had immediately sniffed out his third favorite treat-giver: Rewind.

"I wonder why he isn't with Sunstreaker," Tailgate said as he took the engex Swerve's serving-bot offered. He passed it below the table where, if Tailgate's giggles said anything, it was gulped down by Bob. "Bob doesn't normally stray far from him."

"It must be—"

The table jerked. Bob's shrieks were loud enough to make some mechs turn towards them, but his struggle was in vain as he was slowly pulled out. Sunstreaker's head popped up over the edge of the table as he slowly stood up with the struggling Insecticon. "Would…you…stop it! You've had your little fun."

Bob whimpered and struggled every step Sunstreaker took, but the former front-liner was more than capable of keeping his grip. Chromedome watched the two exit the bar, high-pitched squeals and curses catching the attention of other mechs, and shook his head when Rewind sighed beside him. "No."

"But—"

"You may be my Conjunx, but we are not adopting an Insecticon."

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Sunstreaker vented and yanked Bob back. "Let go of the doorway!"

Bob released a rare hiss and instead gripped the edge of the wall even tighter with both pairs of his front limbs. Sunstreaker grunted but refused to let go. "Bob."

Another hiss. Sunstreaker vented again and suddenly released his grip. Bob's frame fell to the floor, and the Insecticon released a surprised warble. When he went to stand, Sunstreaker immediately punched the keypad beside the door and watched the bug struggle to escape before the door slammed shut.

He ignored Bob's whimpers and turned to the stall behind him. Bob had little time to react as he unhooked the showerhead and pointed in the direction of the cowering bug. He paused long enough to sigh at the pitiful look Bob gave him. "You stink, you have grease built up in your joints, and you're sticky from all those treats you mooch off of four-eyes—you're taking a bath, Bob."

Bob cried as the first streams of solvent hit him. Sunstreaker vented again when the bug changed tactics and pitifully shimmied across the floor on his stomach to curl next to the mech's feet. Sunstreaker turned off the solvent and bent down to pat Bob's head. Bob took advantage of his moment of weakness and snuggled up to his chest with a purr. "I'm only doing this because I care about you."

Bob hissed as a stream of solvent hit him square in the face. There would be no snuggling later!


'Bee VS Bug
Prompt: Gender Flip
Characters: Bumblebee, Sam
Universe: Movie
Word Count: 559


Bumblebee was ready.

He had done plenty of recon to prepare. He had traced the AllSpark's signature to Earth; procured an excellent alternate form; tracked down the remaining relatives of Archibald Witwicky; and discovered the map to the AllSpark through PrincessWarrior217, otherwise known as Samantha "Sammy" Witwicky.

He felt good as he sneakily parked in the only available spot in the shady-looking car lot. He angled his side mirror to get a good view of his human target and her father. She appeared very bored by the spiel the car dealer gave her, yawning as her father began to ask questions. Her eyes roved over the lot, and Bumblebee had to keep himself from sitting a little higher on his wheels.

He didn't need to worry though. Nothing in the car lot looked even remotely as good as he did. All of the Earth vehicles appeared rundown: fading paintjobs, a flat tire here and there, and there was even a car with a cracked windshield in the corner. Sure, he wasn't doing so well himself, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the other cars he was going up against.

Bumblebee straightened his side mirror when Sammy began walking towards him. He ran a quick scan over his form and twitched his rearview mirror until it was straight. He locked his gears to keep from moving when the human finally reached him.

Placing her hands on the edge of his open window, Sammy hummed and stuck her head through the opening. Bumblebee stiffened as her long, brown hair tickled across his steering wheel when she leaned further in. She poked the little bee hanging from his rearview mirror. "Cute."

And highly ironic. It would be a good story to laugh over when he—

Bumblebee jumped when a high-pitched squeal escaped Sammy. He recovered quickly, but that didn't seem to matter as Sammy pulled her head out of the window and ran around him to stand next to the faded, little vehicle beside him. "Dad! This is the one—this is exactlywhat I wanted."

Bumblebee could only watch as the human girl climbed into the faded Volkswagen, hands gripping the steering wheel. Her dad and the car salesman joined her after short trek across the car lot. The dealer released a hearty laugh. "Good choice, good choice! I got that Bug a coupla weeks ago; brand new engine and everything! I'll give it to ya for three thousand."

"That's great!" Sammy leaned out of the car to address her dad, who was circling the vehicle with a frown. "We can use the left over cash to give it a new paint job. It'll look good as new!"

"I don't know…how about twenty-five hundred?"

"Ya know what, I'll cut ya'll a deal. Twenty-nine hundred."

Bumblebee didn't know how to react to the deal happening beside him. What had just happened? How did that old, ugly Bug just beat him? It didn't even look like it would make it off the lot!

He watched the three humans cross the car lot and enter a shabby building. He waited a total of three seconds before his door whipped out. He felt a little better at the small dent left in the dull Bug beside him. So…his preparations might not have been as full-proof as had imagined.

Nothing a little scanning couldn't solve.


A Day in the Life of Ultra Magnus
Prompt: Memory
Characters: Rodimus, Ultra Magnus
Universe: G1
Word Count: 167


"Remember when I told you how amazing a mech you are?"

"I have no memory of that, Rodimus."

"Well, I totally did. And remember when you said I was an amazing leader?"

"I would never say such a—"

"Just go with me here, Mags! I'm such an amazing leader that you totally trust my judgement."

"What have you done?"

"What have I—how can you just assume the worst from me, Mags?"

"My name is Ultra Magnus, and why are you preventing me from entering my office?"

"…because."

"Move."

"Wait! I, uh, have a confession to make."

"Yes?"

"I love you, Mags."

"This is getting ridiculous."

"No! Wait—"

"What…why?"

"Uh…"

"Just why? Why my office of all places?"

"It has the best air circulation."

"…get these…things out before I return."

"Aw, but Perceptor said they were harmless."

"I don't care. I don't need my office resembling one of Earth's jungles."

"But it's so cool!"

"Rodimus."

"Remember when you said you wanted a more exotic view?"