I've recently discovered (or rediscovered) the TF Speedwriting community on LJ. And... Well, as I'm a bit under the weather at the moment, I decided today would be a good day to join, and write something. So, I finished this week's prompts. All six. And I figured, I might as well start a story here for all of them. So, here it is. ^.^

Prompt 1: Scenario: invigilating an exam

Ironhide snarled at the red mech. "Get back into position!"

The red mech grimaced. "What's the point of this?" he asked as he slid back into a fighting stance, and the mech across from him, a golden one with flaring helm finals, did the same.

"Training."

Red snorted. "Like we need training."

Ironhide stared for a moment. "All Autobot recruits go through training," he grumbled, and Red rolled his optics.

"Yup. Hey, Sunny, helms up!"

"Don't call me that!" the yellow mech rumbled, but easily deflected the red mech's lunging attack. They spun gracefully on the training mat, back and forth, winding in and out and sideways. Occasionally, a hit was landed, and a shower of sparks flared from the scraping metal.

Ironhide watched as the two practically danced on the mat before revving his engine and snarling. "Enough! Obviously, you've got some training." The mechs grinned. "However, in order for me to approve you and let you go on to the next test, I'm going to have you fight me."

The smiles were gone. In their places were two identical predatory glowers as they watched the old bodyguard slide with surprising dexterity onto the mat. Once he was sure of his footing, he settled into a fighting stance and glared at the two recruits.

"Come at me," he ordered, and the two shared a glance.

"At the same time?"

"Come at me."

The two shared another glance, then, without warning, lunged. Ironhide, as experienced as he was, was caught off guard. The two lashed out, one on each side, in perfect synchronization. Red's fist caught him in the shoulder, and his elbow on the helm. "Sunny" ducked down and whipped his arm around Ironhide's right knee, yanking it out from under him.

Ironhide, the Walking Cannon, Scourge of the Decepticons, Bodyguard of the Prime, fell without landing a blow.

"Twins!" a hard shout came, and the two mechs immediately stood and stepped away from the downed mech. Not without wicked grins on their faces, though.

Ironhide groaned and rolled over. Looking up, he saw the mech who had shouted. "Prowl."

"Ironhide. I see you have met the Twins."

His observation was met with a grunt.

"Yes. I understand. I suppose it was good that I was here to invigilate, then."

"You were here to inviga-what?" the red Twin asked, blinking. Prowl sighed, and if he were a mech to do such a thing, his hand would have most likely been pressed very tightly to his forehelm.

"Invigalate. To keep watch. And to intervene, in this case. Ironhide, I suppose you checked your inbox today?"

The bodyguard stood awkwardly, a sheepish expression on his face. "Ehh... maybe?"

"I see. Please do so in the future, or I will be forced to take action. I left a note saying Sunstreaker and Sideswipe did not need to undergo this part of the training. As former gladiators, they have more than proved themselves capable of fighting."

"Oh."

"Indubitably. Twins, come with me. Ironhide, you have more exams to... invigilate."

The Twins snickered as they jumped from the mat. Ironhide just rolled his optics.