Meta. 6: Caught 2.0A/N: Sorry if this squicks anyone; but it's the only thing that works when Megatron has one of his "Little Moments." (Trust me on this.) There's still no hanky-panky.
Personal Diary: 211-0005-Pax Cybertronia
I rushed into Megatron's quarters, grateful for the pass-code I had recently been given. "What is it?" I asked, frightened. "The alarms went off!"
"Get Prime," was all he said. I could barely hear the words.
"But- What's happening?" I almost shrieked.
He leveled that big black fusion cannon of his straight at my chest, and I huddled into a corner.
"Get. Prime," he snarled, "Before I kill you."
I should have run. To this day, I don't know why I didn't. For that matter, I don't know where I got the courage to send an unsolicited comm to one of the Commanders. Usually, I have to spend a few moments psyching myself up before I can do that. But from my little corner, I spoke into my comm-link. "Optimus Prime?" My clipped voice sounded strange in
Meta- 5: Seeing SparksA/N: I found out after coming up with names for the green and orange/purple femmes in Elita's G1 team, that they'd already been given monikers by Hasbro. But I like mine better. So I'm sticking with them. Sorry if it ruffles any feathers.
Personal Diary: 02-435-Tarn
I think I saw a brother today. At least, he must have been. No one but my progenitors could have come up with such a showy head-crest. But I was a bit surprised. I hadn't heard that Thundercracker and Sunstreaker were interested in making mechs.
I saw him as I was out walking in the market district with Sunspot, (my assigned mentor) and Arclight, who went through the Great War with her. The three of us often meet after our shifts to ramble through the city. There's always something new to discover, what with everything being rebuilt (or rediscovered) after the Cataclysm. I asked the girls if they knew his name and origin; but when I tried to point him out, he'd disappeare
Journal 2: Humanity HappensA/N: I guess it happens to most people eventually. The condition is not usually fatal...
Humanity: It Happens
The following is a completely true story. Or, true inasmuch as anything half-imagined can be.
I woke up from a nap, looked blearily across the room, gasped, and lurched down the stairs. "Help!" I said, grabbing Ironhide by the shoulders. "Megatron's turned human and I can't vouch for my behavior!"
He looked up from the World of Warcraft with the expression of a longsuffering husband who finds his wife's insanity mildly amusing, yet interminably persistent.
I then proceeded to relate to him the following events as they transpired. He listened, and interjected his own comments and observations. I love Ironhide forever.
I'd woken up to see that both Megatron and Starscream had inexplicably assumed human shape, and both were sort of staring at me. Megatron was absolutely disgusted. He stood in awkward stiffness, arms and legs held apart,
Journal 1: the Chamois of LoveA/N: People who know me in real life have heard me talk about a lot of this stuff. But I wanted to record it all, because the things I worked through with Starscream were important in my growth as a person. So, here you go.
Filling the Holes
All right. All right! I'll tell you about the time I licked Starscream's eyebrow. But you'll have to let me start at the beginning...
First off, you need to understand that, like Megatron, I hate Starscream irrationally because he is all of the things about myself that seem to make me weaker. And yes, I do have a problem with him being 'gay,' as much as such a thing is possible among robots who don't "work that way." But, like all my head crew, he refuses my control. I cannot make him into anything but what he insists he is.
The other thing that you should know about me is that I haaaate "being just like everyone else." So I did not want to write gay-Starscream-with-a-crush-on-Megatron. It's already been done ad nauseum in fanfiction.
Metamorphosis 4Hello, My Name is...
"For the hundredth time-" said Megatron.
"The hundred-fifty-seventh time," corrected Prime.
"Frag off! For the hundred-fifty-seventh time, I don't want a replacement Soundwave!" hollered Megatron. "There isn't going to be another one!"
"I never said there was," replied Prime mildly.
"But you're the one who suggested she might have some of the same kind of... usefulness!" said the gray mech, pointing an accusing finger.
"I did," said Prime. "But I never said you had to take her on as a lieutenant. I never said you had to do anything, in fact. But I do think you should meet her and make the decision for yourself."
"Get smelted, Optimus."
"Eventually," said Prime. "But not today." He glanced at Megatron. "At least, I hadn't planned on it..." He grinned, and bounded from the room.
"That slag-heap is a hundred-thousand vorns if he's a day," Megatron grumbled to himself. "You'd think by now he'd learn to act like it!"
And Scrawl These Words...And Scrawl These Words Upon Your Wall
"Does he think I'll let him get away with this?" Megatron stormed into Prime's office, and slammed a fist against the door control (it imploded with a whimpering fizzle of sparks). He threw his back against the sliding panel the instant it fell shut behind him, and swore. "When I find Swindle, I'll tear his neural cortex out through his optics, and you can't tell me he doesn't deserve it, Optimus!"
"What's going on?" The Prime was on his feet. "What do I need to know? Right now, in small words, Megatron."
"Skywarp just teleported into my office. Seems somebody cleared out the entire store of 'Happy Juice.'" Again, he smashed his fist against the wall (it cracked the paint, and left a dent). "He got away with all of it, Optimus. We've lost control--" He snapped his fingers, "Just like that."
Prime lunged toward the exit, pushing Megatron to one side. "What are we waiting for?" he asked. "Let's go. You can brief me on the wa--"
The door would
METAMORPHOSIS 3Immortales Memoriae
This is Shockwave calling Optimus Prime. Come in, Optimus Prime!
As if his nasal, tightly wound-up vocals haven't given his identity away already. The purple Decepticon always talks as if the world is coming to an end. I sigh. Yes, Shockwave; this is Prime. What is it?
Do you know the location of Lord Megatron?
He was on his way to Vos when I last saw him. His travel plans were covered in this morning's Captains' meeting, I remind him.
I resent this needless interruption. I'm deep in a shaft down to the planet's core, helping to build a new white-energon pipeline. And as always. we're running behind schedule.
Yes, I remember. Shockwave's exaggerated patience mirrors my own ill-masked irritation. But he has not answered any of my hails for the last 3.5 breems. And I can no longer detect his locator pulse. He-
Has anyone else tried to hail him?
Yes. Skywarp and Sixshot and Prowl and Astrotrain and even-
While he's still running down