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TF - FragmentsTitle - Fragments
Fandom - Human Transformers
Characters - Eric (Optimus Prime), Alex (Bumblebee), Sebastion (Ratchet), Gabriel (Ironhide)
Couples - OpxBee, HidexRatchet
Sequel to - Broken
Rating - T
*WARNING - Contains hints and situations relating to rape, violence, scenes of death, depression, and yaoi. If you are offended or sensitive to any of the listed, or are just a baby, then don't read this. You have been warned.
Alex stood in the shower, having the water as hot as possible without burning him. He didnt move at all he just stood and let the water pound down around him, his hands in fists.
He was shaking, his eyes closed, as his cuts and bruises were washed over by the warm water. His back was in even worse condition the gouges in his flesh scabbing slowly.
He felt so dirty.
Hed felt it tearing through his mind like a knife. The horrid memories of how easily he had been torn away from the warmth and saf
TFA: Switching SidesTitle: Switching Sides
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: Bumblebee has a choice to make
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.
A/N: Requested by FunkyMonkey19.
Over two Earth months ago, Bumblebee's life took a drastic change. While driving out in the countryside, trying to blow off his frustrations from getting into countless fights with his teammates, Shockwave suddenly appeared in front of him. He transformed, ready for a fight, but he was shocked when the spy abruptly kneeled in front of him in a show of submission.
"Please lower your weapons," Shockwave stated. "I didn't travel all the way to this filthy planet to fight you."
"So I'm just supposed to trust you?!" Bumblebee snarled, charging his stingers. "I trusted you back in boot camp! I thought you were my friend! I--I even loved you! You betrayed me!"
Shockwave hung his helm and sighed, "I never meant to hurt you. I wanted you to grad
The Sound of JazzThe Sound of Jazz
Jazz sighed miserably as Blaster continued to ignore him. This was both new and strange to the rest of the Autobots since both Jazz and Blaster got on really well. Since they both had a passion for Earth music they never stayed apart when the Boom Box tuned in onto a rock station. Everyone saw them as good friends and best pals, however Jazz was getting tired of Rock and Roll, and he wanted something new. He didnt mind the sound of Rock but he wanted to try something else. He had asked Blaster to find something else in his Boom Box mode but, to his shock, Blaster refused.
No way Jazz, it aint rock and roll if I aint listening to it!
Aw cmon Blaster! You listen to stuff all the time! Try something new! whined Jazz
Blaster shook his head and began to play his favourite rock station. As the other Autobots covered their audios to silence the music, Jazz growled and walked out the room in a huff. Blaster could be
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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