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Do you have any idea how much it sucks to watch the guy you've loved for years hang off of someone else's arm? No? Well, I do. I have three major best friends in my life, well, two and a half, seeing as Cartman doesn't really count - even if he did he'd count for more than one person, considering the size of him, but that's beside the point. Stan is the more mature of us, mature in the aspect that when he wants to do something, he'll go right ahead and do it, sure he'll be a pussy about it at first, but he'll get there. He's strong, he's athletic, and he's really committed to us and to his girlfriend, Wendy. Cartman is the asshole of the fou

Ratchet remembers the first time he lost a warrior. He remembers fighting, he remembers shaking and cursing all the way until the spark in his patient's chest dimmed completely and the warrior's head fell against the berth. He remembers, in the centre of his med-bay, crushing large servos against the wall and throwing a few tools before he left and someone else took care of the scraps of metal left. Ratchet remembers the care from his lover after he lost that fight. He remembers his silence. He remembers Ironhide just talking him through his loss. He remembers not knowing the soldier all that well, he remembers feeling awful for that. He rem

The purr of a perfectly designed engine distracted Sam's thoughts from his shaving. When Bumblebee's sleek figure came into the house Sam rushed out of the bathroom and looked over the balcony to his friend. The Camaro was glowing. "Hey buddy," Sam greeted, ridding his face of shaving foam. Bumblebee boomed small quirks of endearment to his friend and squatted down to transform back into the subtle mode of Sam's favourite car. "I'm so excited," Bumblebee sung, engine revving with joy. "I just can't hide it." Sam's laugh echoed along with the song as he jumped down each step toward his car. "What's got you in such a good mood?" Sam climbed

Long ago on the shores of Cybertron lived a strong tyrant called Megatron.  He had a magical power - he could make himself invisible - this enabled him to walk around in the camps of his enemies and steal their secrets. His home was a small cabin by the rocks of the sea. He lived their with his second in command, Soundwave. As such a powerful tyrant, Megatron had many fembots begging for his hand in marriage. He did not take to their false smiles and boasts of true love. He would marry the only one who truly saw him coming home at night. He tested the fembots to reveal their truthfulness. Many would come to the edge of the rocks and overloo

They were circled, surrounded by Decepticons and Bumblebee frantically searched the area for his charge. He didn't want to die, didn't want any of his friends to die, and most certainly wanted to know - that if the Decepticon's did get their way - that Sam was alright. Bumblebee starred as Que was edged away by a Decepticon, servos held behind his back, and Bumblebee heard as he frantically mumbled and rambled to the Decepticon, talking his way out of it - and even in the harshest moment, Bumblebee did not hold back a smile; but it soon faded as the gunshot echoed, and his eyes finally dropped on the movement in front of him - Sam. Carly wa

When his optics opened, he did not feel threatened with the unfamiliar surroundings, instead the large beast scraped his talons across the floor beneath him and searched through the darkness and the silence for any sign of company. It did not take him long to hear a pleasantly familiar growl, or the clasp of his wrist bending back with a hiss of pain. Through his pain, he grinned. It came to him in flashes, the corruption they had created, the screaming of buildings as they collapsed, and the cold air pushing against his armour as he overlooked his victory. However, he remembered standing alone, without his master's angry rage hoisted over h

It was always about the human. That maggot had invested his leader's processor - whereas he had not. Every little mess up was ignored, and Starscream was sure it would not be for long, he assumed his master was just simply too caught up in the human that he would punish him later, but the punishment never came. So he tested with his leader, he fooled with other mechs, and flaunted with that of his master's own leader; and yet Megatron's optics never once gave him the attention he desired. Megatron had given him a task, get the boy, wherever he is, with whoever he is with, and Starscream had carelessly snarled at the task and turned on his he