Telepathy is not a blessing, disguised or not.

This is the lighter side of Riella's daily life, inspired by a conversation me and one of my good friends had about what mind-reading would actually mean. It's a collection of one-shots that fit into the Fragile-verse, some humorous, some romantic, and some just plain awkward, but mostly focusing on Riella's telepathy and its effects on herself and those she interacts with. They won't necessarily be in chronological order, so I'll be sure to mention when they take place.

Enjoy, and don't forget to let me know what you think! If there's something you'd particularly like to see, feel free to tell me!

That Came Out Wrong, Really

Starring:

Prowl

Riella

Takes place during Riella and Prowl's Cyber-Ninja training on Cybertron.

Prowl paced back and forth across the exercise room floor. "I don't believe this. It's not fair!"

"Oh, stop griping."

The black and gold 'bot started and looked up to see Riella, perched like a cyber-cat in the rafters above him. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I didn't." Riella jumped down and landed in front of him. "You just weren't paying attention."

"You snuck up on me." Prowl crossed his arms on his broad chest.

"Ah, semantics." The fembot tossed her head and settled down on the floor, starting a few stretches. "What's with the whining? And don't say it's nothing, you're broadcasting across the whole dojo."

Prowl sighed heavily and began his own stretching. "Master Yoketron says I have to practice 'socializing'. Why don't you ever get that kind of assignment?"

Riella shrugged as best she could from a half-upside-down position. "Maybe because I can't, or I'll get caught? So what do you have to do?"

"That's the worst part. I have to spend some time with a fembot!" Prowl made it sound like he'd been sent to the Decepticons' headquarters alone.

Riella made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a stifled giggle. "You mean a date?"

"You call it a date. I call it a nightmare."

Riella made another strangled sound and covered her mouth with one blue hand. Prowl looked at her oddly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm…haha…fine." Riella choked back her laughter as best she could. "So who are you taking?"

Prowl almost fell, just managing to stabilize himself with one hand. "Slag! I don't know. I don't even know any fembots who'd do something like that with me!"

Riella couldn't hold back a burst of laughter. At his glare, she struggled to get control. "Sorry…haha…you just…oh, never mind."

The other ninja growled softly and looked away. When she managed to stop laughing, Riella started her final round of stretches, only to notice that Prowl was now staring at her.

"What?"

Prowl blinked. "You're a fembot."

Riella raised one optic ridge. "Brilliant deduction. You come to that conclusion all by yourself?"

Prowl apparently missed the sarcastic tone in her voice, probably since he'd just found a loophole. "You could go with me! Would you? That would be really easy."

"Really easy?" Riella stood up, glaring and stalking toward him. "Oh, so you'd just take me to keep from having to do something awkward? Classy."

Prowl hastily backtracked. "Whoa, no, that's not really what I meant! That wasn't…uh…" He started backing away, looking around nervously.

"Let me guess. It came out wrong." Riella spun on one stiletto heel and stalked out of the room, hmmph'ing as she went. Just before reaching the door, though, she turned back.

"Yes. I'll go with you."