I'm gonna go on a whim and say Silence is like Dean Winchester's baby? lol (yes, i so went there)

Ratchet was listed as a torture specialist? XD.

Optimus was a bit of a dick in the beginning. Kind of an asshole really. But he turned out okay in the end.

i love this story, i love how soft megatron is only with her. i love how she changes attitude and becomes closer to the autobots. please hurry up and upload the next chapter! I absolutely LOVE Parker!

Oh Primus she's going to get herself killed. She needs to just take off her earrings and pretend the bots figured her out and she's been killed so Megs doesn't come for revenge

She finally got her head out of her arse! AMAZING

oh my gosh she needs to get her head out of this cloud of rage and depression she's in and "LOOK AT WHATS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER"

Please tell m she isn't actually this stupid?

So it isn't Shattered Glass...I'm kind of lost now...Megatron was being way to accomadating, but at least Barricade showed some realistic mannerisms.

Is this taking place in Shattered Glass? Becuase otherwise Megatron is being a bit too convincing.

It's an awesome story. I'm trying to get a transformers story started myself and having trouble getting it started

"I swear to Primus, get those scissors away from me!"
A cackle, "Not until you say uncle!"
"I dont know what that means, but, NEVER!"
Pacemaker sighed from her seat at the table, a leg placed over the other as she held a cup of medium-grade energon with a hint of Valfarian spice, thanks to Quickshot and his many brews. "...Maybe I should keep Hopeless from Twisted so she wont get any ideas..." Any other time, she wouldve found Hopeless (a human) chasing Quickshot (a Cybertronian several times her size) with a small pair of scissors to be hilarious. Now, after the 5th time this week, it was quicklly becoming agrivating. Quickshot squealed like a femme as the blades reached to close for comfort. "...Well, as long as it's Quickshot and not me i guess its fine."

"Human!"
"Cybertronian!"
"Human!"
"Cybertronian!"
"Hu-"
"For the love of Primus, what in pit are you two blabbing about?!" Pacemaker snarled, a lot more intimidation in her true form than that of her holoform. Black paint shined as the red outlines gave her a more deadly aura.
Lock Luck spoke up hesitantly when she realized no one else had the balls to talk to a angry Pacemaker so early in the morning; Quickshot looked beyond ready to race out of the room the second needles started flying and Hopeless had a heart attack if her now suddenly paled face was to show, "Hopeless and Quickshot were having an arguement about..." The tall orange femme rocked on her pedes, blue flush on her faceplates, "which race had a better version of kissing..."
Hopeless seemed to catch her voice right then as she chirped, "You shoulda seen the way Optimus shuddered at their human kiss! If thats not an indication to his wanting, i dont know what is!" She continued before Quickshot could get in a word, "Yours is just bumping heads." Hopeless scoffed, "As if that could really be sexy."
"Your race is all about passion!" Quickshot fired back, "What you do is all about pleasing yourselves!" He grinned when Hopeless sputtered, "You have no idea the meaning between Cybertronian "kissing", as you call it! Its much more about the union of two bots, how nothing can seperate them!" He sniffled dramatically, wiping away an invisible tear.
"Mellow-dramatic ass." Hopeless grumbled.
"Pain in the aft." Quickshot mumbled.
"Get over it." Pacemaker huffed. "I swear, i live with a bunch of sparklings." Lock Luck pouted at that, "Yes, even you Lock Luck." The medic glared, "Don't think I don't realize the sudden lack of cookies in my cookie jar. I know its you."

[Camera rolling in 3...2...1... Action!]
The camera blimps on, revealing Hopeless sitting lazily on her worn navy blue couch, clad in black pajamas. She suddenly realized the camera was rolling, her posture now stiff and awkward. "...Um, okay. So this is, uh, some kind of like journal entry for when I just, um, say shit and..." A snigger was heard from behind the camera, "Hey, shut it, asshole!" Hopeless growled, before mumbling, "Why'd I let Quickshot of all mechs to film this?" She coughed, pinning the cameramech with a heated glare, "Anyways, am I the only one to facepalm myself when reading this? For some reason when I read the fluff in this story, I slap myself. Is it some kind if condition or-" Full-blown laughter erupted from behind the camera, "FUCK THIS! QUICKSHIT, GET YOUR AFT OVER HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" She roared, leaping off the couch.
No Quickshits were injured in the process of this comment.
Anyway, Im serious about the face palming thing. Am i the only one who does it?

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Hopeless sighs dreamily as she snuggles her brown teddy bear, comfortably situated on a almost blinding pink bean bag. She huffed, sinking into the pink abomination, "Damn, now I wanna be Cybertronian..."
The blond peered up from her phone just in time to see a raven head of hair go into the other room. "Hey, Pacemaker!" She yelped cheerfully, plan already forming in her mind.
Pacemaker's holoform returned around the corner, her almost unnaturally pale face contrasting heavily with her crimson glowing eyes. A concerned look adorned her face, light black brows furrowing in worry. "Did Quickshot try and switch his human high-grade with your water again?" Fury lit up her face, "I swear to Primus, that idiotic mech won't get away this time!" Hopeless could already hear Quickshots screams of agony and shivered.
The blond quickly waved her arms, shaking her head, "No! That's not what I wanted to talk about!"
The femme's holoform quirked a brow, "What is it then?"
Excitement lit up her non-glowing blue eyes, "Can I be a Cy-"
"NO!" Pacemaker screeched, eyes wide with panic. At Hopeless' questionable look, she continued, calmer now, "Look, it's already bad enough with the 'fandom'," the femme all but spat the word. Hopeless frowned. This femme could seriously not take a joke. It was only one time for God's sake! "and all their inserts. No way in Primus would the universe be able to handle anymore of them."
The blond sighed deeply, "You're right..." Pacemaker perked up at this. Hopeless was usually more stubborn than this. Maybe she was having a worse day than she originally thought. That was the only time you could agree with her on anything! "...Who said it could be this universe?"
Pacemaker gaped, "...You're kidding."
Hopeless shrugged, "Hey, "A Melody Of Second Chances" did it, and "Science and Fiction" tinkered a little with it. Why not me?" Then she left, heading for her perch to scheme.
.: Pacemaker to Lock Luck, I think-:.
.: I swear to Primus, it was Quicky! I'm innocent!:. The taller femme's alto voice swept through the com, panic easily heard in it.
.: Did something happen?:.
There was a slight pause, .: Wait, so Shot didn't do anything?:. The relief in her sentence was immense.
Pacemaker sighed. If there was one thing Lock was not, it was a liar. .:No, I just need your help. Hopeless has gotten it in her processor-:.
.: "Brain":. Lock Luck corrected.
Pacemaker just gave a grunt of acknowledgement - She easily forgot how long the double-decker bus had been around the humans, seeing how awkward she was around other bots. .: Yeah, that. She has gotten it in her "brain" that she can be a Cybertronian in another universe. :. She heard a gasp on the other line. .: I need you to keep an optic on her. I don't trust Quickshot to do this. :. 'Plus you're the only other one here.' She added internally.
.: What don't you trust me with?:. An farmiliar grating voice came over the coms.
.: Quicky!:.
Pacemaker growled, mostly to herself. .: I should've never introduced you to Perceptor!:. She roared.
.: Would've found him eventually. Autobot base ain't that large, 'Maker. :. Some orbital cycles, Pacemaker wondered if he was doing that specifically to set her off. However, having had the unfortunate job of watching over the two-faced bartender, she knew it was completely natural. Oh how she wished he could be in "Order Mode" all the time; maybe then she wouldn't keep having the urge to kill him.
.: Whatever. Just watch Hopeless. :. She seethed, slamming the comms down furiously, probably jarring the femme and mech. Pacemaker didn't care. She just wanted some fragging high-grade to get rid of her slagging huge helmache.
It wasn't even noon, for Primus' sake!
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GODAMN THAT WAS LONG. So sorry, I know you're supposed to be the author here but I couldn't help it! Love your stuff by the way!