Extras

Author's Foreword

Well, it took me a while but it is almost over with! Thank you everyone who reviewed!

Here are just some little scenes I couldn't really put anywhere so I decided to write them all as extras.

There were of course a whole bunch of ideas I wanted to use or certain events to happen but they weren't really settling in nice and snug so I used them for other of my ficcies!

"Kids," Alpha Trion walked into the classroom with another blue and white mech, "allow me to introduce to you – Soundwave."

"Ten bucks sehs he'll be getting' action in the next week," Wheeljack whispered to Warpath.

"I bet yah twenty! Boom!"

"It is not a bet if you bet on the same thing!"

"… shut up, Prowl …"

"Fine."

"I say Starscream will try to hit that."

"Really? That slut of a mech?" Smokescreen leaned in. "I bet you 100 energon chips right now that Tracks will get on that ..."

"Now, Soundwave," the teacher raised his voice a little bit, cutting the chatter, "would you mind telling a little bit about yourself?"

"Affirmative. Designation: Soundwave. Mission: perform at maximum capacity to pass school with highest grades and become an information officer."

"So you desire to become a mech of the military?"

"Affirmative."

"What about your family …"

"Family status: rich, possess own mansion on the outskirts of Iacon, two apartments in downtown …"

"Would you be so kind as to share some of your dreams with us?"

"Ultimate mission: domination of the universe."

"… or that guy will get into him …," the future psychologist finished.

"Heh," the engineer nudged his friends and with his head pointed towards the other end of the class at the drooling Tracks, "I think someone wants teh get tapped real bad."

"I don't know, Starscream got that look in his optics …"

"This guy," Blaster squinted, staring the new student down, "this guy's trouble, I'm telling you, bro."

"Well, Soundwave, I hope that you were aware that we are in the middle of group projects part of the school year …"

"Fact: aware. Request: assign to a group."

"Hm, all right, let me see here. Oh, Blaster, do you not also want to become an information officer?"

"I don't like where this' goin'..." The booombox slipped his feet off the desk, tensing all over his body.

"Blaster, you will be partnered up with Soundwave!"

"Urgh, crap …"

There was always something bothering Inferno but he couldn't quite place it.

"Get yer aft back ter werk er I'll saw yer ass in half!"

"Dad, shut th' frag up! Ah don' ev'n work 'ere no more!"

"Yeh talk'n' back ter yer own dad?"

"Shut th' rag up er I'll bash yer helmet in ser far that yer'll see th' back ef yer head!"

No, it wasn't he tough moronic father running the leather work shop.

"Will both of you dumbafts shut the slag up before I shove your heads in your afts?"

No, it wasn't his oh-so-gracious mother coming back from another charity event.

"Screw yeh guys, I'm goin' home."

He wasn't quite sure himself, maybe it was Firestar that burned is circuits with a strange desire and uneasiness? It was, according to his little "romantic" brother Grapple, who was now pestering him by singing out his dreams for the two as he twirled around just as Ratchet's mom had taught him in ballet class.

"… you two are like stone and cement …"

"… uh-huh …"

"… we, architects, call it love!"

"… uuuh-huh …"

"… you two will hook up, spend the night together as your love for each other blooms and grows like a majestic city out of the ground, living together like a couple in a newly built apartment or townhouse of my design, have kids and grow old still loving each other to the end of the universe as you spread the joy …"

"… FAEENE! I'll ask 'er out! Jus' shut up!"

"Oh! Oh! When?"

"… eh ..."

"Ask-her-out-ask-her-out …"

"… soon …"

"She works at the candy store …"

"I TOL' YEH I'll ASK 'ER!"

"Hm, we will need a very good delivery system …"

"Fact: it has to be portable and effective."

"And it would have to fit all of these guys in."

"Point: unnecessary. Argument: would be best to divide test subjects amongst ourselves."

"What if an emergency strikes and there is not enough space for everyone?"

"Deliberating. Point: accepted. Point: will need to alter their shape. Solution: transformation abilities."

"Hm, that is a good idea!"

"Requirement: further deliberation."

"Yes. Oh! Did you hear that Kup still uses old time cassettes?"

Both stopped the second the last word flew out of Blaster's vocalizers.

"Wait a minute …"

"Fact: could work …"

The two mechs looked at each other and then yelled out in sync:

"Cassetteformers!"

"AAAAHHH!" A loud explosion broke the peaceful silence of the elementary school classroom as a white mech, puffing and all charred, crashed through the wall, smashed into the blackboard, tearing it off its holding mechanisms, causing it to fall on the engineer. "Ergh, fraggin' piece of slag! That was one hell of a clusterfu…"

"Wheeljack!" A voice cut through his angry grumbling.

"A-Alpha Trion!," the student quickly got up, "wh-what's up, dawg?"

"Well, a class," the teacher pointed in the general direction in front of his desk, "for one …"

"Oh …" He took a look around and found twenty four kids staring back at him, with their mouths wide open and optics almost popping out of their sockets as a strong smell of urine permeated the air. "… oh …"

"Well? Do you have something to say for yourself?"

"Yes."

"What is it, my dear student?"

"Ice-cream made out ef nitroglycerin 's eh real blast …"

Tracks didn't know why he went to the party or even whose party it was; he certainly didn't want to but going out was better than staying cooped up in the house after yet another dreadful break-up. This time it was Sixshot – he became so selfish during interfacing, often hurting the tricolor by also throwing insults his way.

"I can get someone better than that! I just have to stop dating losers like that idiot Starscream!"

Taking a sip out of his cube and quickly feeling a rush as the majestic liquid zipped through his body, already pleasantly dumbing his processor. He could feel it, his problems temporarily floating away and entering this special state where little to no frags are given.

Looking around, the mech understood something: he could get anyone he wanted at this party! Tracks was hot, fun, intelligent, caring and much, much cleaner than most others.

"Hey, Tracks!"

Wheeljack wasn't exactly on the top of the list. Sure, he was cute and all, but he lived in some rat hole that nearly made him puke the one time he came over for a group assignment. Although... his genius, despite the never ending string of "accidents", was something the tricolor had to respect.

"Wheeljack! Nice to see you!"

"Yeh've been drinkin'?"

"A little bit, I think …" He blushed a bit, leaning on one leg, showing off his curvaceous hips, "I guess I could play around with him for a while and break his heart just a teeny wincy bit. Oh, what a bot-fatale am I!"

"… tee hee hee." Oh, what fun it will be! The prospect brought out a side in Tracks that he never knew existed; it made Tracks want to play around with the other's hopes, dreams and love without a care or concern.

"Starscream said that yeh can't get Soundwave."

"Huh?" Out of all the ways this could have came down, that was definitely not one of them. "What?"

"He said that yer too ugly fer someone like Soundwave."

How dare that son of a whore Bitchscream say anything to him after stealing Sixshot from that slut of a seeker?

"I will show him!"

The party didn't go quite as planned. His mistake, number one, was inviting everyone he knew and not just in school.

"… Party at my house!"

His second mistake was allowing those people to invite other people.

"… sure! Starscream can come! Wheeljack? Springer? Firestar? Sure! In fact if you got any friends, invite them too!"

His third mistake was allowing alcohol.

"… sure! Bring alcohol! Just drink responsibly …"

The last and perhaps biggest mistake - setting the party up on the same day as his parents left town for their vacation.

"… I can't believe we forgot the tickets!" The mother was still angry with herself and her husband. "I told you time and time again: check if we have everything!"

"What? It's not my fault that I got so excited!"

"You always get excited over everything!"

"How can I not? We would be spending time together!"

"… we even work together …"

"… I'm sorry …"

"Well," she shied away for a second with a wide smile on her face, "if you never got excited, we would have never had Bumblebee!"

"Don't you just love our son? I love how he is so nice …"

"Very friendly!"

"Very kind!"

"He listens to us unlike that Tracks or Starscream kid with their parents!"

"Yes, it is very nice to know that our boy will listen to us and wouldn't do outrageous things like stage a party at our house, inviting everyone, letting them invite their friends that Bumblebee doesn't know and allowing them to bring alcohol, foolishly thinking that they will drink responsibly."

"We have the best son out there! Hey, what are all those kids doing on our front porch?"

"D-d-doc!" A high schooler came up to one of the staff in white lab coats. "C-c-c-can I see Prowl?"

"Hm, what is your relationship to him?"

"Eh, um …," the mech began shivering at the possibility that he wouldn't be able to see his crush at all after the horrible 'accident' in the labs, "… I, um …"

"Eh, fer Cybehtron's sake, Jazz," Wheeljack gave him a smack on the head as the engineer walked in on the failing conversation, "yer his friend! Get a backbone, seriously!"

"Oh, all right. And who would you be?"

"I'm Wheeljack!"

"Wait, Wheeljack? You mean, the Wheeljack?"

"Yeh know any otheh Wheeljacks?"

"N-no …"

"Come on, let us through, eh?"

"Y-yes, right this way."

"See?" The white mech turned to the still stuttering boy after the doctor lead them to their destination. "Was that so hard?"

"Wh-wheeljack …"

"Yeh can thank me lateh."

"I don't know if I should tell him now!"

"Eh, he's still recoverin' from all this slag, probably'd be best not teh."

"I," Jazz lowered his head, "I understand."

"Hey, doesn' mean yeh can't take ca'eh of him."

"R…," his whole being brightened up as a smile drew on his faceplates and his visor gave a lively jolt, "really?"

"Ef course! I'll ask the guy teh let yeh through too."

"Oh! Thank you!" Jazz glomped his friend with such force that Wheeljack nearly dropped down to the floor, "thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!"

"Ratchet? You feel'in anee behtter?" Ironhide knocked on his sibling's door only for no response to follow.

A week ago the medic just came home and without saying a word locked himself up in their room, no explanation what so ever. He and his parents tried to get him out of there, but with no success, so they asked his friends to help out. Upon Wheeljack's explanation of what happened and his apology a few days ago, it all became clear. It made the red mech feel so guilty for having a working relationship, that he was honestly debating to break-up with Chromia just to make Ratchet feel better. But his parents managed to beat some sense into their weird-accented son.

"That damn plaeeyehr'll pay fer what he deead ter my lil' brother!"

"Sooooon?"

"HAH! Dad?"

"Were you thinking of bashing someone's skull in?"

"Eh, nooooooo …"

"Good! Because you have one more set to go!"

"You said that 138 sets ago!"

"If you have time to threaten people, you have time to exercise."

"… but …"

"March, young man!"

"Right …"

"Pst, Smokey, check it," Wheeljack whispered to Smokescreen, "looks like the proud slut's 'bout teh make his move."

"You recording this?"

"Yeh bet yer aft!"

"So, New Soundwave," Tracks leaned on the table that the suffered mech was working at, making sure he had a good view of his luscious chestplates, "how is this working out for you?"

"Opinion …" he raised his head from the papers, "very nice."

"Really?" The tricolor rested both of his hands on the desk, standing right in front of his target, squeezing his plates out to give the masked transformer a better view of his tight breasts, "I am so glad to hear it!"

"Fact: wasn't talking about paintjob."

"Oh! New Soundwave! You naughty," Tracks lecherously smiled, "naughty, boy."

"Designation: Soundblaster."

"Soundblaster." The corvette walked around the side and partially sat on the desk, making sure that the tapedeck got a very good view of his aft. He then said the name one more time in a very erotic, melting, lustful way that made Soundwave stand up and press the tempter against the creaking furniture with his whole body.

"W-we are being watched," the tricolor whispered.

"Fact: do not care. Proposal: my house, right now."

"Ooh, Sure thing," Tracks leaned in so close that Soundwave could feel the corvette's breath against his mask, "Soundblaster."

"…"

"Oh, oh, Cybertron!" The tired, many, many times overloaded tricolor finally dropped on the bed, heavily breathing, unable to move; euphoria still resonating in his body and mind, transfluids leaking out of his valve, as he looked up at the majestic mech that had rained Heaven and pleasure onto his world. "Oh, Soundwave …"

Before passing out, he saw the tapedeck light up a cigar and say:

"Fact: once you go Soundwave – you can never go back …"

"Well, he'eh we 're."

"Yes, here we are."

The shuttle was about to blast off but it was too hard for Wheeljack to leave Ratchet, especially after all that has happened, with the break-up and all.

"Listen, Ratchet, I'm sorry 'bout …"

"No, Wheeljack, I understand."

"Huh?"

"Well, when you said that you need to figure things out for yourself, it came to me that I, too, have issues to resolve."

"I, eh …"

"There is no need to say goodbye, we will see each other again!"

"R-right."

"Come here." The medic spread out his arms for a hug.

"Y-yeah," the engineer put down his bag and wrapped his arms around the beloved mech. After a few seconds he whispered, "Ratchet, I want yeh teh know that I will fereveh cherish yeh."

"And I you."

"I promise, I'll make it happen."

"Hey!" Ironhide's voice cut through their conversation, "Wheeljack! 'Re yeh cuhmin' er not? The whole crew 's waitin' fer yeh!"

"See yeh, Ratchet! Stay safe!"

"See you."

Ratchet watched as the shuttle left with the reassigned Autobot crew to fight the Decepticons on the other side of Cybertron, following it with his gaze for as long as he could, until it completely disappeared into the vast horizon of their metallic planet.

"Wait, what did he mean by 'I'll make it happen'?"

Author's Notes:

There is one more piece I should post on this but I am not sure when that will be happening ...

I had to tweak a few things here and there to make it more ... presentable ...

Remember, make sure your parents are in a different country before throwing parties!

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