A/N: I'll never watch TV soap opera/drama thingys EVER again. (Not that I have even really watched them before to begin with...)
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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Steve and Greg meet Soap Opera
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"Are we late?"
The screen blazed with noise and light.
"Still got five more clicks 'til break's over," Greg answered, slightly absentmindedly.
A femme screamed loudly. A drone on duty tracking past them was alerted by the sudden sound and drew out his blaster, crouching into a battle stance.
The two Vehicons standing by the console couldn't tear their visors from the large display.
"You know, Greg," Steve started, oblivious to the presence of the third Vehicon, "now I'm beginning to understand why the beings of this world are so crazy."
His friend snorted at the screen and pointed at it clearly annoyed. "Why on Cybertron would the flesh bag do th- What, really?"
The guard stared at his fellow 'cons with his helm tilted in confusion, gaze skipping between the two and the computer screen.
Steve nodded. "I would be too, if my sire's dead ex-lover would turn out to be online and be my best friend's mother and my mate's sister."
The drone on the background backed away slowly, blaster charged.