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Tiem for stooooories!
I've been working on the following meme down below, and have pumped out three of ten so far. WEEE!

1.) Put your playlist on shuffle.
2.) Write down the 10 first songs that play.
3.) For each song, write a drabble of your choice.

Well, I'm doing it for Transformers and... am sort of not obeying the third rule. At all. In fact, I can't finish stories within the time frame of a song. And I don't want to leave them hanging or unfinished. SO YEAH FUCK RULE 3 LOL.

I decided to post one at a time instead of a big pressed pack for here. I will be posting them all together in one, er, post for vivid_ambrosia when I'm done.

Drabble #1 remains in limbo as I try to settle with a version I like.

Song: What I've Done - Linkin Park [LOL GO FIGURE]
Title: Accept
Characters: Optimus Prime, Sam Witwicky
Summary: "My memories weep for him, but the future calls to me. Therefore, I must let go." Transformers 2007 movie.
Warnings: G. 2007 movie spoilers!
Disclaimer/Notes: Hasbro, Takara, etc.; they own these guys, not me.

"Did it hurt?"

Optimus tore his blue gaze from the fading sunlight, turning it down at Sam. Sam sat beside him on the hill, both creatures looking out at the sunset over the city. "I am sorry," Optimus replied, "I did not hear you."

Sam stretched out his legs. "I asked if it hurt," he repeated. "I mean, Bumblebee told me that you and Megatron were... well, you know."

Optimus was quiet. "You are correct," he replied in his deep voice. His gaze shifted back to the horizon.

Sam looked up at the Autobot leader. "So... Are you all right?" he asked. His legs slowly pushed themselves against his chest. "I mean... you had to kill your own brother..." he murmured. "That has to... hurt."

"I do not deny feeling pain," Optimus answered quietly. "Nor do I regret the decision I made." His chest shifted forward, metal plating rubbing against metal plating. "It had to be done."

"I'm sorry," Sam mumbled. He looked to the ground, feeling a little ashamed he brought it up.

Optimus smiled sadly. "Do not apologize, Sam," he said. "I knew for many megacycles now that what happened might have been the only resort should I ever have met Megatron again. In the end, it was. I prepared myself for such results, and though I understand I did what I had to do, there remains remnants of sorrow."

"Yeah, that's right," Sam agreed. "You did what was right. You saved us all."

Optimus smiled at that. "It had to end," he continued. "Though we have only succeeded in winning a battle, not yet the war. Thus, I cannot allow myself to be distracted by my emotions." He moved a little, placing a hand on a tree nearby. "My memories weep for him, but the future calls for me. Therefore, I must let go."

Sam considered his words. He knew Optimus loved his brother, and he wasn't letting on all the loss and pain he felt. And yet, he was being completely honest. Optimus lost what was left of his family, but he wouldn't lose any others Megatron might have taken. A sacrifice had to be made, and Prime knew it and accepted it.

The teen smiled. He extended a hand and patted Optimus's large foot. "I just wanted you to know I'm here for you buddy," he smirked.

Optimus smiled again. "And I you."

END

Song: Have A Little Faith In Me - John Hiatt
Title: Fools and Faith
Pairing: Ironhide/Ratchet
Summary: "Toldja to have some faith, dinnit I?" Transformers G1.
Warnings: PG. Implied (homo)sexuality.
Disclaimer/Notes: Hasbro, Takara, etc.; they own these guys, not me. I may or may not do a different version of this, one that feels a little more loyal to the song? IDK.

"You can't just go out into battle with this injury!" Ratchet snarled. He stormed after Ironhide, not yet completely repaired from the blow to his abdomen.

"We're completely outnumbered," Ironhide stated, "I ain't just gonna sit back an' wait when they need my help so desperately!"

The medic shook his head. "You'd be a liability more than help," he insisted. He followed the soldier, practically on his heels. "Not only is the wound dangerously close to your spark chamber, but it's thrown off some of your equilibrium circuits!"

"Ah'll be fine," Ironhide disagreed. He headed for the mouth of the Ark, where outside lasers and gun shots were exchanged in the night sky. "I've worked with worse."

Ratchet's faceplate twisted into an angry scowl. He ran forward and right in front of the soldier, stopping him in his tracks. Ironhide recoiled with a small stagger, surprised. "This isn't the past," the medic snapped, "and it's not going to help you out on the battlefield with a wound that'll only slow you down and leave you vulnerable for attacks!"

Ironhide shook his head. "Yer worryin' too much," he said and made a go to walk around Ratchet.

Ratchet only side-stepped in front of him. An expression of stubborn refusal was on his face. "I can't let you go," Ratchet said, firmly, "not only as your doctor, but as your friend and bondmate--"

"I'm gonna be fine. Now move it; they need mah help," Ironhide argued. Ratchet refused to budge. The old soldier narrowed his optics, his frown spread across his singed faceplate. "Ah said, move."

Ratchet just stood there, backbone infrastructure straight, hands on his hips. Ironhide ground his teeth. "Yer really pushin' it, medic," he fumed.

"And you're being a royal idiot, soldier," Ratchet replied coldly.

Ironhide released a loud, annoyed sigh. "I'm goin', rather ya like it er not!" he barked and pushed past Ratchet. Ratchet whirled around and went to follow, to pull him back, but Ironhide turned and froze him with his furious blue glower. "Y'can't stop me," he informed, "so stop tryin'."

Ratchet pursed his lips, opened his mouth, then shut it quickly. Finally, he gave a resigned sigh and shook his head. Ironhide grinned; he knew Ratchet was defeated. "Nothing I can say will make you change your mind?" the medic mumbled.

"Nuttin'," Ironhide answered quickly.

Ratchet folded his arms over his chest in a sulking pout. "You're an idiot," he sneered.

Ironhide laughed. "Ain't gonna deny that," he retorted. Ratchet just scowled. The old soldier then rose his hand in a salute. "Have a little faith in me, doc," he said, before running out into the battle.

Ratchet watched him go, his spark twisting in fear.

-

"Victory is ours!"

Ratchet looked up from repairing Mirage's leg as Jazz, Prowl, the twins, Bumblebee and Bluestreak entered the base, led by Optimus. The twins and Jazz had their arms slung over each others shoulders, laughing and cheering, even though they had their fair share of battle scars. The sight of them on the twins alone made Ratchet groan loudly.

But as he looked over the group, he failed to notice a certain stubborn soldier. Panic began to swell in his chest. "Where's Ironhide?" he inquired, optics wide with growing fear.

Bluestreak made a hissing noise. "Ah, the old man got it bad, he did," he said, "man, shot up like that? Yet he still kept goin' and goin', never stoppin' once to--"

"Where is he?" Ratchet interjected, dropping his equipment. He couldn't help it, he was scared, so scared--

"Toldja to have some faith, dinnit I?"

Ratchet turned around, his spark leaping in his chest. Hound was helping Ironhide inside, the red Autobot limping with a new slice along his shoulder. He smiled, one optic cracked, at his friend. "I'm alive, see?" he chuckled then winced, touching his gaping wound.

"Nearly got shot down," Hound smirked, "but the old dog's still got game."

Ratchet said nothing and approached Ironhide. "I'll take the idiot off your hands now," he snorted. Hound laughed and let Ironhide go to slip in Ratchet's arms. Ironhide balanced himself against the medic's arm and looked up into his grumpy face, grinning widely.

"But I'm still alive," Ironhide sniggered, "so ain't no use gettin' too angry."

Ratchet sighed, refusing to let a smile of relief cross his face. "You're still a giant idiot."

END

Song: Hunter - 30 Seconds to Mars [Björk cover]
Title: Hunter and Hunted
Pairing: Skyfire/Starscream
Summary: "This is who I am. You just didn't know me, I suppose." Transformers G1.
Warnings: PG. Implied (homo)sexuality and not-really-violence? I'unno. A li'l gore, I suppose.
Disclaimer/Notes: Hasbro, Takara, etc.; they own these guys, not me. P.S. Skyfire was retconned in the series due to copyright problems, but he returned later in comics and spin-offs as Jetfire. I use Skyfire since I'm into Geewun, lulz. This ficlet is an AU after 1x7, "Fire in the Sky," suggesting instead of the Autobots once more reviving Skyfire, Starscream returned to finish the job. Or did he now? HURRR.

"This is who I am. You just didn't know me, I suppose."

Skyfire winced as the barrel of the gun pressed harder into his cheek. Though the pain was nothing compared to the one in his left wing, blown nearly in half, circuits thrashing about, releasing sparks like snakes lashing their tongues violently. Oil and energon, as black and purple as the colors in the Alaskan night sky, seeped in puddles beneath his shattered wing, pooling in spirals reflecting the menacing display before them.

Starscream smirked darkly. "How naive of you, Skyfire," he chuckled. His limb was locked into place, keeping his null ray firm against his ex-partner's face. "To think that'd I never do something like this."

"I suppose I was wrong then," Skyfire grunted, "I guess I just never found it in my spark to waste time looking for the evil inside you."

"It was there all the time. Maybe not in the open; but what a partner you were, unable to ever notice it," Starscream chortled.

Skyfire narrowed his optics, the one above the gun shutting. Had he noticed the evil growing in Starscream, like a weed, a terrible weed, he might have tried to pluck it, to destroy it, though he knew, oh how he knew, how stubborn Starscream was... At the very least, had he noticed earlier, Skyfire would have fled his side, would have disowned him, disowned their friendship, and disowned everything they had built, every memory they created and every time they...

Starscream sized up the larger Autobot's body, looking so fragile and weak beneath his gun, wounded as he was. Skyfire might have been able to overpower him by sheer force alone, but it seemed the Autobot shuttle was, "wisely" as Starscream put it, accepting defeat. And the more he studied his old friend's chassis, the fine lines, the creases, the details and emotions...

A leer spread across Starscream's faceplate.

"So, you came all the way back up here to hunt me down and kill me?" Skyfire demanded, no fear in his voice, even given his position.

Starscream giggled. "That was my original intention," he answered. He slowly withdrew his gun, but not too far; his glossa striking the corner of his ravenous grin. "But now..."

"... It's my turn," Skyfire interrupted. As soon as the Seeker made the mistake of cutting slack with his weapon, it was his time to strike. The Autobot swung out his long arm and decked Starscream in the face, sending him spiraling to the ground with a pained shriek.

The tetrajet hit the ice, causing it to release a spider web of cracks beneath him. He groaned slightly, going to lift himself back up, before a hard grasp on his shoulder flung him off his side and onto his back. Then, just as fast as he had fallen, a considerable amount of weight pressed down on top of him, along his legs, his groin, his chest, pushing him deep into the ice, deep into the cold.

Starscream's optics returned online and he looked up in awe, terror and fury at Skyfire's face. The shuttle had his arms pinned down beside him, and with all his weight, he could not move a single inch. "Even though you've been out of commission for megacycles," Starscream grunted a chuckle, "you still know how to use that massive weight of yours."

"Fighting, as you know," Skyfire said, "is never my first resort."

"If you hadn't betrayed me and turned yourself into some pathetic Autobot," Starscream spat, but kept his tone light as he released a deep throated growl akin to a purr, "I would have seriously made you my second in command. Especially now that I've seen your potential in battle..."

Skyfire shook his head. "You surprise me the most. Scientist to soldier. You were always reckless, a bit of a rebel, but..." he paused to sigh. "I guess there's no helping it then." He shrugged just slightly, ignoring the pain it caused his glitching, torn wing. "Besides, I wouldn't accept your offer either way. You're right; I'm some 'pathetic' Autobot now, and you're a Decepticon. We're enemies, and I suppose..." he paused for a small klik, his voice darkened with disappointment. "... I suppose that's all we'll ever be from now on."

The Seeker laughed. "Well, then, why don't you kill me?"

That's when a small smile spread across Skyfire's face and it made Starscream's systems heat up. His vents remained quiet, calm, hoping the massive amount of cold would keep Starscream's core temperature at a reasonably normal level. But oh, Skyfire was merely only smiling; nothing wide, nothing small, just... a tender smile.

But Starscream knew, remembered when he grinned like that... And oh the Seeker, he couldn't help but return it with his own pleased little sneer.

"You said your original intention was to hunt me down and kill me," Skyfire mused, and his face drew closer to Starscream's, "I have to ask: what was the new alternative?"

One corner of Starscream's grin turned upward. "As if you hadn't figured it out by now..." he purred.

And Skyfire had, of course. Starscream was not an entirely hard creature to read. Especially when he grinned, when he leered. If it didn't mean death, if it didn't mean a moment of pride...

"All right then," the scientist chuckled and his lip components were so close to the soldier's, they were nearly brushing his dark ones, "afterwards, after all this, we'll see which one of us leaves here alive."

END

NOW I NEED FOOOOOOOOOOOOOD