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Poem : FriendsShimmer,shimmerAs the water does glowAs i stare into its depthsAs it sways on by meShimmer, shimmerI see the moon watching me from above,Its white glow lits up the whole worldIts cool comfort of light in darknessSilent, silence,Forest still as wind flys by my faceWolf howls break all silence...Wait! ... silence again~Happyness,happyness..Joyfull feeling inside of me with each twinge,Fuzzy feelings of epace and wonderment...I am glad i have met such wonderfull poeple...No, not poeple....but friends and family,.....farewell you all~
War and Wings: Chapter 3--ShieldRated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (I do not write slash), wartime violence, blood, Cybertronian cursing, and an eventual bar fight...__________________________________________________________________________________________"Woah. Woah. Woah!" Bulkhead exclaimed, holding his hands out in front of him as if to physically bar the medic from continuing with his story. "You were sweet on a 'Con?" He demanded, his expression one of open revulsion."A reformed 'Con."Ratchet corrected, haughtily, "One of only a handful to realize there was more to the civil war than just differing 'ideologies'."Optics still troubled, Bulkhead begrudgingly accepted Ratchet's statement with a slight nod of his head, all the while lowering his arms to rest.Ratchet considered the larger mech's reaction with a sympathetic optic, and nodded understandingly. "Before the war, Megatron rose to power because he appealed to those that literally had n
War and Wings: Chapter 1 part 1--Truth or DareRated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (sorry ), wartime violence, blood, Cybertronian cursing, and an eventual bar fight...____________________________________________________________________________________________Saturday
Ratchet used to hate Saturdays.Humans, for reasons that the seasoned medic could not fathom, lumped seven of their solar cycles into a unit of time called a "week," the first five cycles of which were mostly devoted to education, work or a combination of the two. The last two cycles of the week, colloquially known as Saturday and Sunday, seemed to function as a sort exaggerated holiday, whereby the humans would, on the whole, abstain from work or school and recreate in various ways.Jack, Miko, and Rafael--the human children who had, inadvertently, stumbled into the middle of their millennia-old, civil war with the Decepticons--were no different from other humans, except that their recreational activities spanned the gauntlet from
War and Wings: Chapter 1 part 2--Truth or DareRated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (I do not write slash), wartime violence, blood, Cybertronian cursing, and an eventual bar fight...__________________________________________________________________________________________"Maybe I shouldn't ask
" Ratchet muttered after a moment of startled silence."It's a game called 'Truth or Dare.'" Rafael explained, gesturing toward a large, square scrap of metal that had been fitted with a straight length of hose. "It's fun. You should play a few rounds with us." He smiled; his expressive eyes--made seemingly larger, magnified as they were by his large, red-rimmed glasses--beamed hopefully up at the old medic.Though Ratchet respected Rafael more than he did the other humans--the young boy was remarkably adept with human computer technology--the medic's pride reached his voice box a step ahead of his common sense. "Preposterous!" He exclaimed with a dismissive wave of his hand. "
War and Wings: Chapter 2--CorneredRated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (I do not write slash), wartime violence, blood, Cybertronian cursing, and an eventual bar fight...____________________________________________________________________________________________Ratchet suddenly became the focus of every expectant optic and eye in the silo. Lowering his head he shifted, uncomfortably, on his trods as if physically encumbered by the weight of their stares."So, what will it be Doc 'Bot?" Miko asked, coyly, her hand covering the broad grin that had all but engulfed her narrow face.At first, the medic could only glare down at the tiny human, his optics seemingly dead to all emotion. Finally, he crossed his arms and straightened his posture, as if to reinstate a small fragment of his shattered dignity. "'Truth.'" He muttered with a sigh.At this, everyone seemed to let out a collective whimper of disappointment."What?" Ratchet demanded, incredulously. "You
War and Wings: Chapter 5: ConfrontationRated T for generic humor, romance stuff---no porn (sorry), wartime violence, blood, Cybertronian cursing, and an eventual bar fight...____________________________________________________________________________________________"Dude, Ratchet," Miko interrupted. "Why were you so mean to her? I mean
" Lowering her head, she paused, her hands gesticulating lamely as she considered her next statement. "You had the 'hots' for her, right?" Ratchet considered her unique choice of words with a raised brow ridge. He understood the human word "hot"their base was in the middle of the Mojave Desert, after all, where daytime temperatures frequented the century markbut in all the decades that they had been on earth, he had never heard the word used in this manner. "I don't follow," he replied, leaning forward so that he could look at the small human more closely."You were diggin' on her," Miko translated."Um
.""Kiffin' her style?"Ratchet's brows drew down even more