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War and Wings Chapter 24: Spark to SparkWar and Wings Chapter 24: Spark to Spark by praxcrown5
Autobot Outpost Omega-One was suddenly very quiet.
Ratchet hadn’t intended to pause his narrative right then and there, but recalling such an emotional time in his life…well, he was finding it difficult to keep his voice from glitching.
Ratchet lifted his head and fixed Miko with a stare. He wasn’t angry—it was a fair question, given his sudden lapse into silence—but he found her forwardness a bit unsettling.
He always had.
The old medic sighed and his mantle-plates chittered softly, causing the young femme to clutch Bulkhead’s index finger like it was the most important object in the world. Her gold eyes widened fearfully. “Please tell me that she…”
“It was…touch and go for a time,” Ratchet conceded, finally. “But she did survive.”
Instantly, Miko let out a trapped sigh, as did the other children.
Their Autobot guardians looked skeptical. &
TF~Let's just focus on restingI got a request from [Anonymous] in my PM box just after chapter two! He didn't want me to say his name because... I don't know really. Embarrassment?TF~Let's just focus on resting by Smurf-Ninja-Kick
Rated: T for slash, m/m/m, Jazz being sexual a little and some mouth.
Summary: Ratchet just needs to relax and Jazz gets an idea, involving Prowl.
Ratchet had been working all day in his medical bay when he got a servo on his back. He wasn't really paying attention and the mech behind him decided to pat his back a little and rub circles on his back armor. Ratchet felt more the saw the servo go down and practically drag its thumb over his spinal strut in between his hip armor and ambulance head.
Ratchet shivered and arched his back away from the servo and the mech's appendage just left his back with all respect of his reaction. Ratchet turned his helm and saw one of his oldest friends, Wheeljack, leaning over him slightly.
"Sorry, Ratch," Wheeljack apologized and put his servos on his shoulders, "I j
Monkey See 5 CorrespondenceMonkey See 5Monkey See 5 Correspondence by Foxbear
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Knockout returned to his quarters and carefully pulled out a sheaf of paper from a drawer. One hundred sheets of the finest cheap stationary that a small boy’s allowance could buy. A bitter sweet smile twisted Knockout’s faceplates as he ran a servo over the cellulose. Benny had been so excited when he had placed the gift on the car’s faux leather seats. Tears had been slipping down the boy’s cheeks as he had stammered out his simple thanks. Each drop an icy dagger to the Decepticon’s spark.
Now he shuddered and pulled out the pen that had accompanied the gift. A few strokes revealed the cheap item useless and Knockout ruefully replaced it with a small laser torch. Thus armed he began to write.
I am very sorry that I have not written to you sooner. I am very busy here in the southern part of Africa
Monkey See 4 AnswersMonkey See 4Monkey See 4 Answers by Foxbear
A Transformers Prime Fanfiction
Knockout glared sullenly at the wall in front on him. The paneling in question offered very little of interest, just a few dents made by Bulkhead’s crews. He gave a long exvent and rolled his shoulders stiffly. In less than an hour Jack would be out of his meeting with Bumblebee and the Ultra Magnus. Knockout still had time to make up his processor. That wasn’t the issue. Nor was it really a question of whether or not he would say yes. After all Arcee was looking fabulous. There was no way in the Pit he wasn’t going to avail himself of something that did that to living mesh. He had done far worse over the course of the war to keep looking good.
No, the problem was that all those millennia of being a Decepticon were screaming at him to say no. Those were instincts that had kept him alive. He hadn’t yet learned to ignore them. The world was changing and his habits were go
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