Title: Annoying Little Barricade

Pairing/Characters: Starscream, Barricade

Prompt: neat

Drabble #: 224

Date: Nov. 3, 2012

Word count: 229

AN: I am sorry for disappearing for so long! My computer died on me quite suddenly and I wasn't able to get online. I now have working computers again and I'm able to get on and so I hope that you will enjoy my newest drabbles.

Please note that I have something like 3 weeks worth of drabbles that must be posted. So I'm kinda combining like drabbles together and posting them that way.

Thank you for your time, for your reviews and for your patience. Thank you.

"Annoying little bastard," Barricade growled, falling to human cursings after he had burned through the Cybertronian curses. "Why the frag did I end up with him as a partner?" he muttered, stalking down the halls of the Nemesis, red optics glaring at whoever dared come near him.

"I could ask the same of you," Starscream purred, leaning against the wall next to Barricades door to his room. "Megatron has gone truly nuts, pairing us together," he stated, watching as Barricade punched in the code to his rooms. Following after the smaller grounder, the Seeker looked around with a critical eye, finding the room pleasant and very telling of the usually surly mech.

The berth was pushed up against the wall while a long, low table was pressed up against another wall. A desk with a pile of datapads and a computer sat under a window that showed nothing but the ocean and the fish that swam past.

Everything was simple, clean, smooth. Just like Barricade.

Smiling, Starscream crossed his arm and decided that he may not regret working with the ground mech after all. At least not as long as the mech was as neat in his professional life as he was in his personal. Barricade gave him a dark look before walking to his computer and desk, and waved at the seat.

"Shall we?" he asked.

"We shall."

Title: Color Ribbons

Pairing/Characters: Soundwave/Starscream

Prompt: interesting subject

Drabble #: 227

Date: Nov. 7, 2012

Word count: 247

He was sleek and moved with an easy grace to every movement, both on the ground and in the air. He was built for speed and maneuverability, for evasion tactics and attacks that were hard and quick. But his voice left much to be deserved, but his colorful mind made up for it, at least for Soundwave.

Starscreams mind was filled with color that streaked and played in varying degrees, depending on what he was doing. When he was fighting, the colors were cold and sharp, almost like a razors blade. But when he was working in the lab or when he was in the air, the colors flowed like a gentle wind and were soft, light, almost like the look on Starscreams face while he flew or ran simulations in his lab.

Soundwave found him interesting in that sense, never truly hearing words come from the flyer, but more ideas of pictures and his thoughts. Unlike any of the other mechs, when he dipped into Starscreams mind, he never came away with a migraine, but only a sense of amazement at how beautiful the hidden mech was. He had no doubt that if the younger mech showed himself, the truth of who he was, Starscream would have many suitors at his beck and call.

But Starscream didn't. He hid himself away, happy with who he was on the outside. And Soundwave could feel smug about knowing who he was and never saying a word about it.

Title: Our Firsts

Pairing: Soundwave/Jazz

Drabble #: 228

Date: Nov. 8, 2012

Word count:

He could remember the first time he had met the telepath. The mech had been working as a DJ in one of the hottest clubs back when Cybertron had been vibrant and bright. Jazz had just joined as their new part time DJ and had gone to a staff meeting where he had met Soundwave for that first time. He had heard of the mech, doubted that no one in the world of music and clubs hadn't at one point or another, but to actually see Soundwave with a cybercat perched on his shoulders…

Jazz fell hard for him, a first for the mech who valued freedom to display his music. He hid his feelings, or tried to, not used to them and unsure as to what to do with them. Of course, Soundwave had known but had allowed the other mech to come to terms with his feelings, which had happened much easier since the two had started to hang out outside of work.

Once Jazz had come to terms with his feelings, there had been another first for the smooth talking, musical mech: an actual relationship. Soundwave had taken the time to truly show Jazz what it meant to be in one, showing the usually commitment shy mech real happiness.

When they came together to interface, Jazz had been knocked offline by the mix of pleasure and emotions that had swarmed over him. Soundwave made sure that the overwhelmed Jazz as many times as possible when they came together.

Ever since the war had started, the two mechs making decisions that broke them apart, Jazz felt his first spark break when he faced Soundwave across the battlefield. He also felt his first nugget of hope when his lover reached out mentally and promised that he would do all he could to rejoin him.

Title: Turing My Back

Pairing: Megatron/Starscream

Prompt: turning away

Drabble #: 230

Date: Nov. 10, 2012

Word count: 258

"STARSCREAM! What are you doing?" Megatron growled, his red optics narrowed at the flyer that had turned away from him and had walked towards the group that stood before them. Starscream stopped and looked over his shoulder, wings twitching with his annoyance. His fellow Seekers had already joined with the Autobot troops and were currently sounding Bumblebee. He wanted to be with them and it showed in his stance.

"What does it look like, oh great and wonderful Megatron?" he growled, optics flashing with his extreme displeasure.

"It looks as if you are walking away from us to a yellow whore," Megatron snarled. He ignored the sounds of weapons power, his own optics trained on Starscreams crackling weapons.

"Don't you dare call our 'Bee a whore, you glitch son of a screw!" Starscream snarled. "I broke my promise to him and to myself when I joined you because I believed in what you had to say, believed in your vision for the future. But you have done nothing for us since we came to the Earth."

"Starscream," Megatron growled, optics narrowing once more, getting a sneer from the flyer. "Don't you dare turn away from the Decepticons. Away from me!"

Starscream let out a bark of bitter laughter before sneering once more at the mech before him. "Me? Turn my back on you? What a joke," he snorted before turning back to the Autobot group. "You turned away from what you had once believed in, Megatron. I'm just leaving the dead promises behind and fulfilling long standing ones."