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Pink Is Not His ColourPink is not his colourPink Is Not His Colour by Wyntir-Rose
What does she see in him? Hot Rod asked his energon.
I suppose he was actually asking me, but I had ignored the last three times he had asked, and I wasnt about to start paying attention now.
I mean, hes too old for her! he muttered darkly.
Thats rich! As far as I could tell Hot Rod and Springers age was close enough that it really didnt make any difference. After all, whats a few hundred years to a race that lives for millennia?
And hes boring! She needs someone whos exciting, and and exciting! Springer is not exciting, he said.
And apparently she needs someone who repeats himself. It really was hard to believe that Springer was Hot Rods best friend.
What does he have that I dont? Hot Rod demanded.
You mean besides her? Okay, how about skill, personality, charisma, rugge
I will take care of youI will take care of you by Xobit
Im fine Ratchet, Sam growled he was trying desperately to do his homework while the medic hovered over him.
Sam you core temperature is high, pheromone levels are reading strange and youre cranky. Amber brown eyes looked up at him, Look Ratch, I need to get this done its due tomorrow and its a big part of my grade so just leave. Me. Alone. Please.
He felt a wave of nausea hit him and looked down quickly to hide it. Frowning Ratchet stalked off to locate Bumblebee when he found the mech he pulled him aside.
Have you noticed Sams behavior? Instantly the younger mech grew concerned. Just little things but I thought they were from worrying over that stupid report thingy.
Hes coming down with something, higher than norm core temperature, strange pheromones? And Im sure you noticed his temper spiking. Bee nodded, Yes.
Id bet my laser scalpel that he&
Starscreamx Tracks_slashTransformers: Starscream/ TracksStarscreamx Tracks_slash by Mentacle
Title: Mood Music
Warnings: slash, voyeurism
Prompt: - Transformers (G1), Starscream/Tracks: fuck or die, snark -
"If the interfacing doesn't kill me, the whining will
Word Count: 702
Author's notes: This story started out more in tune with the prompt, then shrieked and collapsed like Michael Jackson in a Pepsi commercial....and that's pretty much the tone of the story. It's also one day late. Apologies!
Soundwave, you absolute bastard! That was not what I meant when I radioed you for back-up! Starscream stomped into Discotrons second-floor video lounge and slammed the door shut, causing Frenzy to wince.
Soundwave glanced up briefly from the video console. Clarification requested.
I told you to cover me while I checked whether Tracks was truly offline. That Autobots a trickster and I was right! He was playing robo-possum, just waiting unt