Transformers Story Shots: story mixer part 2

So people said I needed to post these as individual chapters (one review and a few private comments later) I cannot do that they are FAR Too short for that. WAY too short for that…though they may spawn into larger fics. Leave a review and give me your idea for a quick story shot! I'll be happy to whip some up!

These have spoilers for the Transformers Prime Beast Hunters Season three finale you have been warned

#4: Leaving for Cybertron (this takes place shortly after the season ender and is a spin off of #3 Ratchet/Bulkhead)

The other mechs had slipped away to other hangers to finish their celebration. Ratchet turned to his medical table and began to clean his tools, anything to keep his hands busy. "you cannot mean that." Bulkhead said softly.

Ratchet turned his voice a soft hum as if he hadn't heard the larger mech.

"You heard me. What do you mean you're staying?" He said softly. "After all that slag about Cybertron? About all that talk about how little this planet has to offer and how insignificant the life?"

Ratchet sighed and set his spanner down. "I was wrong."

"And what about me?" Bulkhead said sternly. "You want to tell me you were just gonna stay here?" He said "What about us?"

Ratchet held out his hand palm up in a submissive gesture. Asking the larger mech to come closer, asking the large truck to give him a moment to explain.

Bulkhead sighed softly his shoulders melting downward. He could never hold his anger, not like this. Stepping forward he took the open palm in his own. "Ratch." He murmured drawing the older mech into his arms. "Please say you don't mean this."

"Bulkhead I must stay." He said calmly. "There are too many things that aren't accounted for." He said softly. "I have to stay and finish what was started, clean up our mess, and ensure that when I do leave there is no trace of us here." He murmured. "I'm still close, you can bridge here at any time."

"I know." Bulkhead's hand trailed over Ratchet's helm. "I just …" He grumbled.

"You're irritated with me." Ratchet smiled the statement pleasurable on his lips.

"Course I am." Bulkhead leaned back looking down. "You didn't even discuss it with me first."

"You wouldn't have agreed." Ratchet said sternly.

"Course not." Bulkhead laughed. "Why would I do a fragged up thing like that?"

Ratchet simply shrugged. "I'm right here, and you won't be headed back for another night still."

"Stay in my berth?" Bulkhead asked softly.

"Don't I always?" Ratchet asked.

"No sometimes when we're done you get up and work." Bulkhead sighed. "Promise me …just tonight….you'll stay."

Ratchet nodded and reached up drawing the younger mech down to him pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "Fine…I agree to your terms."

Bulkhead smirked against his lips. "Ah you surrender."

"I did no such thing." The medic broke his grasp. "Why don't you make yourself useful and get us an evening ration of energon?"

"Yes sir." Bulkhead gave smile and turned around to leave. "Ratchet?" He asked softly. He hadn't turned but stood in the doorway.

"Yes Bulkhead?" Ratchet smiled turning to face him.

"I love you." Bulkhead said and didn't wait for the response as he left. It was the first time the words had been said between them.

Ratchet lifted his hand to his torso plate and held it there a moment. He smiled gently and for a moment, a micro second, he reconsidered staying on earth; he knew what he had to do.

#5

Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus – Talk reproduction.

Wheeljack whistled. "Yes it is a fixer upper for sure." He said calmly looking at the building. "think it'll do?"

"Well." Magnus looked up. "Its not as damaged as I recall, perhaps in the midst of the smoldering walls it seemed more bleak." He said looking up at the main tower in Iocon. Home of the council, home of the hall of records.

Wheeljack held out a hand. "Lets head on inside."

Magnus lifted up a large cube shaped crate, handing it to wheeljack. "Are you able to carry it?"

"Yeah." Wheeljack smirked and shifted it up over his shoulder. "Got it."

Magnus had two similar crates, one in each hand. "Lets get these energon cells in place and see if we can't power the building. It will serve as Home base and home."

Wheeljack nodded. "Because of the close proximity to the well?"

"Indeed, if the core is restored enough life will start to immerge from the well, and we will need to be close to retrieve them."

Wheeljack nodded "Logical." He said and moved toward the building and walked through a blasted open doorway. "Ratchet said the main power chamber was on this first floor." He checked his arm mounted scanner and pointed left. "Down here."

Wheeljack took point as Magnus followed him. "It's been a very long time since I was here." He looked both ways.

"You've been to the tower?" Magnus asked curious.

"Science guildy." He said with a smirk. Magnus stopped in his tracks. Wheeljack turned to face him. "I wasn't always a merc, and you don't have to tell anyone I was a scientist." He said softly.

Magnus began to follow as Wheeljack walked off. "I meant no offense, but it just seems highly unlikely."

"I did tune up your ship remember." Wheeljack said.

"Yes." Magnus acknowledged. "But mechanical prowess and science are far separated." He stopped as Wheeljack pressed into another room. Turning he followed. "What sort of study if I may ask?"

"You may." Wheeljack smirked and found the panels he was looking for. "These are it." He said and activated his wrist light pointing to the ground. "Set the cells there."

"And?"

"And I'll open the panels."

Magnus smirked. "I meant of your field of study."

Wheeljack smiled shaking his helm as he knelt pulling the panels free. "You are not allowed to laugh." He said softly as if it hurt to think about it.

"I will do no such thing." Magnus said as he opened the containers. The conversation going smoothly as they began to install the power cells.

"My team and I were studying the viability of …" Wheeljack paused. "Cybertronian reproduction."

Magnus shrugged. "The core is a good study I would belive."

"Not the core Magnus, like between two cybertronians, like you and me."

Magnus' fingers faultered on the power cell and he blinked. "That's-" He had trouble finding words. "And your research? What sort of results did it garner?"

"Well it is possible, we have the anatomy." Wheeljack said pulling the first of the three cells out and sliding it into the first panel. "It is possible."

"Like the humans reproduce?" Magnus asked and shuddered.

"Oh so you did use the internet." Wheeljack leaned over and gave him a polite pat on the arm. "I'm proud of you sir, yes in a very similar way, except we do not have individual genders we possess both." He said softly. "Any Cybertronian could carry the offspring of another." He said softly.

"And no one knew?"

"We took the research to the council and they considered it sacrilege." He said softly. "Even though we had successfully created life without the help of the well." Wheeljack went to the next crate.

"Who was this mech?" Magnus asked.

"He was …a triple changer, it was a mutation we weren't prepared for. His CNA was corrupted and we didn't figure that out until he was birthed." Wheeljack lifted the next cell as Ultra Magnus pulled the panel back.

Wheeljack dropped in the next cell and leaned back. "He was called Springer." He said softly.

Magnus let the panel loose and it snapped shut. "What?"

"Springer." Wheeljack knelt by the next crate. "He was created by a college of mine and his companion." He said softly.

"I knew him." Magnus said softly. "he was my first lieutenant here on Cybertron."

Wheeljack blinked. "No kidding." Leaning back on the last crate he looked up. "Know what happened to him?"

Magnus shook his head. "No…we were separated. I was injured and he fended of the decepticons so that I might escape." He said calmly. "I always assumed he was dead." Magnus leaned down and sat beside Wheeljack.

Silence spread between them and it was thick. "Magnus?" Wheeljack asked. Magnus said nothing. Wheeljack turned sitting on his knees looking to the Commander's optics. "Sir?"

Ultra Magnus looked up at him. "I was starting to think there was no common thread that linked you and I." He said quietly.

"Surprise?" Wheeljack chuckled a bit.

Ultra Magnus reached out and touched the white mech's face. "Wheeljack I have been unfair to you."

Wheeljack didn't speak for a long moment, gathering his thoughts. "Everyone is." He smiled. "Sir." He added as an afterthought.

"It's just Magnus." He said softly. "Simply Magnus." He drew Wheeljack closer.

The move was clumsy and slow, mimicking the human behavior as he pressed their lips together. It wasn't unwelcome or uncomfortable. Wheeljack had to think a moment before he slid closer up between the larger mech's legs and continued the kiss.

Their lips separated and Magnus licked his glossa over his lips. "Forgive me."

Wheeljack smiled and pet his face softly before moving back to open the next crate. "Nothing to forgive, lets get this done Commander, and then we'll go somewhere quiet and I'll show you about the anatomy you're not sure about." Wheeljack smiled softly.

Encouraged, curious, and with a hint of caution the commander stood up and opened the final panel.

#6

Knockout and Optimus have a chat.

"Ugh." Knockout groaned as his helm rolled over. "What hit me?"

"That would be one of our human charges." Optimus' voice rang in his audios.

Knockout froze. "Slag."

"You are the only remaining Decepticon General on board." Optimus stated. "All the Vehicons have been sequestered away and are being treated well."

"What do I care?" Knockout sat up slowly off the berth and rolled his legs over the edge. Looking down at himself he moaned. "Oh my finish." He muttered and began to bat at little scratches in his paint mortified.

"Knockout." Optimus' voice caused the sports car to look up. "I know this is a difficult situation." He said softly. "Please understand you are not a prisoner but until we can trust you, you'll be remanded to quarters aboard the Nemesis." Optimus came forward setting two things down on the table. A buffer and a jar of Wax.

"Why?" Knockout asked looking up. "Why not just kill me?"

"That is not my way." Optimus said softly. "Get some rest, we'll discuss your role in the coming days soon." Another item was placed on the berth side, a small canister of Energon. "Your ration."

Knockout reached out touching the Prime's arm. "Thank you for not killing me."

Optimus looked to his left and nodded. "I told you…. That is not my way."

"Thank you anyway." Knockout said his hand slipping back into his own lap. "If you need anything…command codes…information…Just…let me know." He sounded dejected as if he was already offline. Like he had nothing to live for.

Optimus placed a hand on his shoulder. "I require nothing of you." He said softly. "Simply that you keep an open mind and spark." Knockout dejectedly nodded. "We are allowing you to keep your old quarters." He smiled. "Please just page me if you need anything."

Knockout nodded. "Very well."

Optimus stood and separated himself moving to the doorway. Looking back he watched the dejected medic turn and roll back onto his side on the berth. Something stirred within him, but he wasn't sure what he was feeling as he looked down at the medic. He knew however, it wasn't something he was fond of feeling.