TFA SHORT STORIES


Jezz I'm really creative aren't I? Title spells it right out, but at least I have you attention. Therefore direct your attention to the sentences below...

Hello Loyal Readers-what are these you ask? Why they are what the title proclaims, a series of short stories taken from the TFA universe, about various characters. Do we take requests? Yes we do. But for now please enjoy and review or maybe fav if you don't feel like typing.

DISCLAIMER: THis fic is not responsible for emotions envoked by those reading and IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED SEASON 3, I would advise you avert you eyes. For it contains elements of season 3, and thus any who had not watcher it will find it contains SPOILERS.

No these stories don't follow any linear time line.

Oh and the small fact that I do not own TFA. Only Emma.


I will survive

Summary: Blurr is ALIVE!

Blur had known his end was coming even before the walls were able to crush him. He subconsciously realized it as he made a last ditch effort sprinting through the various tunnels. His metal body preparing for the impact, by shutting down the main processors. It was a survival technique, he had been taught in boot camp, how to save energy if you were injured, how to save enough to keep yourself alive without need for energon, or even recharging.

The pain was quick, as he shut down into status lock, as if to cut off the grinding of his gears into a small cube. His spark gave off a faint glimmer, through a tiny crack, and a single phrase floated through his circuit board, something he had picked up through his time on earth. You think I'd crumble; you think I'd lie down and die. Oh no, not I, I will survive.


Insomnia

Summary: Bumblebee can't sleep

Bumblebee couldn't recharge, so he stared at the wall, as the thoughts raced through his central processor. Memories of boot camp, of Wasp, and everything that had happened. Seeing Wasp again, twice had was forcing him to confront more than he ever wanted to, things he had hoped would simply disappear.

He rolled off his makeshift bed, as he wandered out into the hall. It must have be midnight earth time, he noted, flipping on the TV, hoping something would be on that would lull him to sleep. Maybe one of Prowl's natures shows, he smirked to himself flipping through the channels as the TV's bright white light glared back at him, various organics selling or talking.

It was making him more agitated then relaxed, he decided flipping it off, and laying on the couch.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

He couldn't sleep with the water dripping like that, though he covered his hearing receptors in an attempt to drown it out. It echoed throughout the large room though, thus proving his attempts to muffle it useless.

Maybe if he had some oil it would help him sleep. He wandered over, chugging a barrel, smacking his lips, but to no avail.

He tried counting the small fluffy animals, that Sari called sheep.

He tried standing on his head, and holding his breathe.

He tuned into a musical station.

He wrote a letter to Wasp.

He read a magazine, which made it hard with his large hands.

Nothing.

He sighed, climbing out on to the rooftop, and breathing in the smoggy night Detroit air, looking at the stars.

That made the memories comes back stronger than ever as he let out a heavy sigh and sat down defeated. He might as well give up sleeping all together.

"Experiencing insomnia again?" a voice asked out of the night, as he yelped jumping into the air, clutching his chest plate.

"Prowl. Stop using you ninja skills to sneak up on me. Not cool." He yelled, as he sat back down glaring at the ninja bot.

"You're having trouble getting to sleep, unless you're out here enjoying the sweet night air earth has to offer." Prowl noted

"Yeah, you got the first part right. Only you would give up precious re charging hours to breath in air." Bumblebee commented

"So why can't you get to sleep? Is it because of Wasp?"

Bee cringed, how was it everybody seemed to pinpoint exactly what was agitating him, why couldn't he hide his emotions more.

He didn't answer Prowl for a moment, "Yeah."

"You're feeling guilty."

"Yeah." He nodded again

"Why?" Prowl asked, "You confronted Wasp on several occasions, apologized for your actions-"

"It's not enough." Bee answered, "I don't feel it's enough. I ruined his life, I made him spiral into madness, because I was thick enough not to listen what my spark was telling me. I trusted a deception. I should have been able to discover him to."

"If you had done that, you would have been made a national hero." Prowl smirked, but he quickly changed his tone, " Bumblebee sometimes apologizing is all you can do. You've taken responsibility for your action, Wasp is now on his own path."

"Then why do I still feel guilty?" He asked, "Why can't I get to sleep?"

"Those memories will always be with you." Prowl answered, "They're something you deal with over solar cycles. Wounds that will slowly heal with time."
Bee was silent for a minute, 'Slag. This sucks." He concluded

"No one ever said, growing up was an easy thing" Prowl told him, "Take them as a lesson. Something that you can learn not repeat. "

Bee gave another nod, "That helps." He admitted, and then added, "Thanks."

"Of course." Prowl answered

Bee was silent for another minute, "Do you have any ways to fall asleep?"

Yet Prowl didn't answer him. Bee huffed, walking up to the ninja bot, "Hey come on Prowl. This is the most we've talked without you trying to slag me, Prowl? How do you get to sleep, is it a secret?"

He suddenly fell with a thud to the ground in recharge, as the hologram Prowl disappeared.

"Sleep well Bumblebee." Prowl smirked as he stood over the yellow bot, "Wire neck pinch, never fails."

He disappeared back through the roof of his own room, leaving the yellow bot to sleep peacefully in the Detroit night air. He could use it, anyways.


Bedtime Stories

Summary: Megatron observes one of earth's many strange rituals, bedtime.

Megatron, the proud leader of the decepticons, was nothing more than a giant head in a lab. He was not idle though; he would make use of his time, while he lacked a body. That included learning all he could about where he was, so he could use it to his advantage.

Yet, one thing that never seemed to intrigue and amuse him, were the many rituals of the organics. Tonight he was watching, something they refereed to as bedtime.

Something the child, Sari seemed to dreaded with a passion, as she would be torn away from whatever activity she was engaged in and she tried every which way to get out of it.

She would pleaded, "Oh come on Emma. Please! Just five more minutes!"

She would be rude, "I don't want to! You can't make me!"
She would make excuses, "But I'm not tiered."

Yet, every time the older organic, Emma, a sort of surrogate parental unit, would win using her authority to make Sari obey.

"Sari Sumac I don't want to heart it. Now it's way past when you should have been in bed. Go brush your teeth and get in your night gown."

Sari would do so, brushing her teeth with a stick and good, before exchanging her outfit for another.

Organics seemed to have an outfit for everything, He had noted. They seemed to also groom themselves before they crawled into "bed". A kind of recharging, he assumed.

Tonight was different. Tonight Sari, did not have to be told to get ready, she was already sitting in her bed, a pile of books beside her.

"Alright Sari." The Professor wandered in, sitting on the large pink bed with her, as she scooted over, "What story shall we read tonight."
"These." She replied plopping a mound of at least twenty or so books in a pile next to him.

"You'll be here for days." Emma commented as she waltzed into the room, picking up Sari's scattered clothes and placing them in a cylinder.

"We have a robot for that." Sari commented

"I like to clean." Emma answered, "And it's good skill for you to learn."
"Sari, I can't possibly read all of these." The professor protested

"But dad-" She made her eyes wider pleading, "Please you never get to read to me."
"Well," Emma interjected, "He could read you a couple chapters out of Alice in Wonderland."
"Yes." The professor quickly agreed, "This was my favorite story as a child." as Emma handed him the tattered copy.

The professor began to read as Sari paid rapt attention to the pure nonsense.

"What is so interesting about that?" Megatron wondered, as he listened to the story. He watched as slowly the Professor and Sari began to nod off to sleep

Sari hugged her pillow as her father voice droned on.

He gave her a peck goodnight, yawning himself. "Oh I guess I could take a five minute nap."
He leaned against the wall, quickly falling asleep as well.

Books help human enter recharge, Megatron noted, as he watched Emma smile as she stared at the scene and turning off the light letting them sleep, "What's so appealing about sleeping organics?"

Megatron felt his circuitry overrun with questions, as he began to shut himself off. He would continue to observe to answer all his questions; one in particular was bothering him. Why was a raven like a writing desk?


Snow

Summary: In which star scream realizes the magic of snow.

He hated this miserable planet. He hated the disgusting flesh bags that crawled the surface; he hated being stuck with two of the thickest bots around as they searched for their fallen leader.

Now he had a new thing to add to his list of hate, snow.

It stuck to his gears, only to melt later leaving him a sopping mess. It slowly turned his metal amour cold as well, making it hard to do much of anything.

"Miserable, wretched planet." He cursed kicking at it.

"Vat being beaten by ah cummizlation of frozen water paticlzes?" Icy Blitzwing asked as he patted the snow into a small round ball.

"No. What makes you think that I Starscream, would be beaten by a little frozen water?" He yelled, as a snowball knocked him squarely in the face.

"Dat." Random laughed, sprinting away.

"Come back here." Starscream ordered running after random Blitzwing, who was now staring at something that was almost two stories high.

"What is that?" Starscream asked staring at the thing.
"It iz a statue that waz made from the snow, and zen carved out." Icy explained

"It is a shrine to the most glorious Megatron." Lugnot told them, as he stood back to admire his work.

It was Megatron alright. On a throne, with hundreds of snow robots bowing at his feet, as he held crush and broken autobot in his fist.

"Fool I will create something zat iz far superior." Angry announced, as he began to clear his own pile of snow.

"No one can out shine the great Megatron.' Lugnot retorted as he add to his shrine.

Starscream couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle; there they were playing in the snow like sparklings.

He looked up once more at Megatrons shrine, feeling the old hatred for his leader overflow.

"Megatron, pft." He stomped angrily away. He should be leader of the decepticons. He was more clever, more stragectic, more ruthless. IT was his rightful place.

He began to pack the snow together as it slowly began to take the shape of something that would make them remember the name of Starscream.

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"What is that supposed to be?" Lugnut asked his comrade, who was busy appreciating his own statue.

"Da headless orseman on hiz steed." Icy started

"With hiz missile for destroying all in hiz path." Angry interrupted

"Jah and ah big smile on iz face." Random finished as he carved a smile on the jack-o-lantern head.

"Where's Starscream?" Lugnut asked glancing around.

"Ah-" Icy pointed behind him, as the seeker who was flying around a towering monstrosity of snow.

A larger then life Starscream sat on the throne, while than none other than a snow Megatron bowed at his feet along with hundreds of other snow robots.

"NO!" Lugnut shouted, destroying his work with a single blast, "Megatron does not bow to anyone."

Random laughed," And we all come tumblzing down."

Starscream popped his arms and head out of the snow bank, "When I get out of here I'll make both of you wish you were offline."
Both of the bots simply turned, leaving the seeker to dig his own way out of the snow bank.

"I hate snow." He concluded.