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Chapter 24: Unexpected Rescue (Transformers slash.  Rescue Bots.  Featuring: Heatwave, Kade, Medix, Hoist, and Chase) *** “I can't believe you're still mad about Hayley and I going on a date last night,” Kade stated, giving the robotic face on the viewing screen a pointed look. “You turned off your emergency comlink...” “I was at a MOVIE!” “And I had to pretend to take orders from Cody to do my JOB!” “Argh!  Just you wait, Heatwave.  One of these days, you'll meet an attractive lady bot and then you'll know what I'm talking about,” Kade grumbled.  Glancing around, he kept his

When the Decepticons had left their base on Earth to return to Cybertron, Glory had been one of the few mechs reluctant to leave it.  She had come to see it as home, grown to love the charm of living underwater on an organic planet, and somehow managed to be oblivious to the obvious dangers of living on an Autobot-occupied world despite her brief stint as their prisoner.  Even now, some part of her wished to return someday, even if only for a visit. Now, leaving Chaar behind to return to Cybertron again, she felt no such nostalgia.  Her good memories of this planet were few and far between, and even that small handful revolved more around he

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I hate myself for writing this, but sometimes the hormones command you...and you must, must, must obey. You probably need to have seen the G1 ep Sea Change to get it...since this is ALL SeasprayxAlana. WARNING: Certified WiEGoP Fanfiction, and as such, this is DISGUSTINGLY cute, SICKENINGLY adorable, and PAINFULLY sappy. Read with caution. Alana has a secret, but will Seaspray understand? I hate myself. _________________________________ Alana sat for a long time by the sea, staring out across it. She was, by nature, a creature of the water, but late at night, when the waves crashed loudest on the shore, wearing the very

Communiqué From: Prowl (autobotprowltran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) To: Jazz (dajazzmantran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) Subject: Reminder The Secretary of Defence is scheduled to meet us in the conference room at 1900 hours. Please have the reports ready for presentation. From: Jazz (dajazzmantran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) To: Prowl (autobotprowltran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) Subject: Re Reminder Got it P.S- for the last time, do something with your addy before I do! It's soooooo boring! From: Prowl (autobotprowltran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) To: Jazz (dajazzmantran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) Subject: Re Re Reminder It is perfectly functional as it is. Leave it alone. From: Jazz (dajazzmantran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) To: Prowl (autobotprowltran (https://www.deviantart.com/tran)_net) Subject: Re Re

Mirage casually flicked off another piece of dust and want back to staring out the window. He didn't care who you were, school was absolutely dull and boring. Today was actually a good day outside, considering the horrible weather they had been having, and Mirage had hoped that his lessons could be held outside. "Mirage!" He was snapped back to attention when his teacher slammed the data pad down on the table. "Wha-?" His teacher sighed. "High society mechs do not say 'Wha-' like some uneducated, low life scoundrel. Further more, we do not ignore a mech when they are talking, that is rude!" "Bu-" "Ah ah, I am not done. You cannot slouch

PURGE & DOWSE, LTD./ST. MUNGO'S HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES LONDON, ENGLAND It was a hot day in London. To be exact, it was a hot, muggy, sticky day in London that seemed to suck the very oxygen out of the air, and so far the eighth in an unbroken streak of hot and sticky days that seemed bound and determined to suffocate the city in a heavy blanket of its own fumes. A ceiling of pasty gray clouds pinned the heat down amidst the streets and buildings, at the same time teasing and taunting the citizenry with an unfulfilled promise of cooling rain. Everywhere one looked they could see Londoners collapsed on benches or at bus st

Trees sucked, Fireflight decided as he wiggled again in a fruitless attempt to get free of his new friend, and whined when the strange, soft foliage curled tighter about him. No one had told him that there were trees out there that liked to hug things… Granted, that was why he was on the Axiom now – to find out new things. But, hugging plants? Really…? Finally, the red and white flier sighed and resigned himself to a simple but depressing fact. He was going to have to call for help. Reluctant even with that knowledge, he turned on his comm. and logged into the primary line to the ship. –Fireflight to Axiom.– H

Heart beats fast Colors and promises How to be brave How can I love when I'm afraid to fall But watching you stand alone All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow One step closer Hound  watched Mirage from his vantage point on the couch in the rec room. Every time he saw the racer, his spark spun uncontrollably in his spark chamber. The hours that Mirage put into his appearance were worth it; in  any lighting the former noblemech looked like a god. His smooth angles drew Hound in, but he had no way of letting Mirage know how he truly felt. They had a great friendship with each other, and the tracker didn't want to risk it. In the past, he ha

It was an otherwise uneventful day in the Ark's recreation room when Bluestreak screeched to a halt in the doorway, his tires smoking, and transformed with a look of wild-opticed excitement on his faceplate.  All optics and visors were on the silver gunner as he panted, gulping air through his vents in an effort to cool his engine after that exertion.  When he finally managed to speak, it was in a rushed and eager babble that few managed to understand. "Whoa, slow down, Blue," Jazz advised, walking up and placing a calming hand on Bluestreak's shoulder.  "Cool your engines an' speak one word at a time, 'kay?" B

Summary: Bluestreak gets in touch with his feminine side… quite literally. Characters: Bluestreak, Prowl, Sunstreaker, Ark Ensemble, Decepticon Ensemble. Category: Humor (mostly) Rating: T ----------------------------    Bluestreak onlined his optics, only to shut them again with a groan when the light practically hit his face. His other sensors picked up a shifting motion to his right, and he soon felt a soothing hand resting on his shoulder.    "Bluestreak?"    Bluestreak knew that voice. He onlined his optics, slowly this time, and he directed his gaze to First Aid. The young medic was indeed at his side, an odd mixture of c