Tag: TFP

One in The Same pt.1

              At this point, Elizabeth felt that ‘terrified’ was an understatement for how she felt in this moment. Currently, 23-year-old Elizabeth Jones was running for her life from M.E.C.H soldiers, people who wanted to create a new world order with technology.

              They wanted to experiment on her due to reavealance of her higher level of IQ in comparison to teens her age. She was starting to regret going on the scouting mission with Bumblebee and Smokescreen, she should’ve just listened to Ultra Magnus and stayed behind, and maybe she wouldn’t be running for her life.

              Her breathing was heavy as she ran as fast as she could, dodging from side to side to avoid tranquilizer bullets. Their chase moved up to the rooftops as Elizabeth climbed a ladder and started leaping from building to building. Her gaze locked onto a warehouse parallel to herself. She picked up her pace before grabbing onto a drain pipe and slid down, grunting as she landed on her feet. Elizabeth continued to weave her way through alleys until she made it to the warehouse and climbed in through a broken window. The young woman took deep gulps of air as her pace slowed while she looked for a place to hide.

              She spotted a dark corner with window nearby. A perfect place to hide with an escape route. The ginger haired teen went over and sat down in the corner and pulled her hood up, hiding her brightly colored hair, which would’ve stuck out like a fish out of water if she hadn’t covered it. She covered her mouth and nose with her ashy grey bandana to muffle her heavy breathing as he heard the warehouse’s doors bang open. 
              “Locate Miss Jones and bring her to me, or there will be consequences!” A stern and intimidating voice barked out the order, that was followed by a chorus of ‘Yes sir!’. Elizabeth carefully pulled out her communicator and pressed the button. 
              “Smokey, Bee, do you read me?” she whispered, her usually bright and bubbly voice was raspy and hoarse. She covered the speaker to muffle the static.
              “Elizabeth? Yes we read you, where in The Pit are you?!” Smokescreen spoke, followed by Bumblebee’s whirs and clicks of concern.
              “Shh! I’m in the old blue warehouse on the outskirts of Jasper. M.E.C.H found me and they’re in here too. They’re looking for me.” The female replied in a hushed voice.
              “Primus…We’re on our way, Elizabeth, sit tight. We’re bringing Optimus and Ultra Magnus.” Smokescreen spoke before disconnecting the frequency. Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief that was cut short as a bright flashlight shined down on her, nearly blinding her.
              “Silas! We found her!” A soldier called before he and one other soldier jumped down from the crate they were standing on. The two soldiers rushed her and grabbed her by the arms tightly before dragging her up. A third man, with white buzz cut hair and plenty of scars on his face, approached.
              “Ah, long time no see, Miss Jones.” The man spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. Elizabeth glared up at the man.
              “I’d say it’s too soon, Silas…” she growled, making the M.E.C.H commander chuckle.
              “You always were a fiery one, Miss Jones. A shame that you couldn’t put that fire to work in the battlefield. You would’ve made a fine soldier.” he said. The young adult scoffed and rolled her emerald colored eyes.
              “As if I’d be a soldier for you. I work with Agent Fowler and the Autobots now.” she sneered, her glare intensifying. Silas’ smirk turned into a frown before he snapped his fingers.
              “Get her in the van. We need to go before the Autobots show up. We’ll continue this chat later.” he ordered as he turned. The guards nodded and began dragging Elizabeth out to a black, armored van.

              Elizabeth hissed as light hit her eyes. The back of the van was pitch black and cold. A soldier had opened the van’s door and pulled her out by her upper arm.
              “Get up, kid.” he grumbled. Elizabeth huffed as she stood, struggling to keep up as the masked man pulled her along towards a new warehouse, protected by turrets and machines. Elizabeth looked around with her eyebrows furrowed. She’d never seen this warehouse before, it had to be new. The soldier continued to pull her into the building and through the security check before tossing her forward, making her fall onto her knees.
              “She’s all your’s, Doctor.” The soldier said before turning swiftly on his heel and marching off. Elizabeth grumbled and rubbed her arm where the man had grabbed her, dark bruises starting to form already. A man with slick black hair turned around from where he stood at a control panel.
              “Ah, Miss Jones. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, I have heard so much about you. My name is Doctor Thaddeus Morocco.” The man greeted, adjusting his monocle before he stepped forward and carefully pulled her up with a ‘tsk’.
              “I told them to be careful with you, as you are meant for greater things, Miss Jones.” Doctor Morocco said as the young adult glared at him. She dusted off herself and huffed quietly.
              “What are you going to do with me?” Elizabeth asked softly, trying to keep her voice steady. She held her head up difyant but also scanned the room for any escape points. The older man smirked before he moved swiftly, plunging a syringe into her arm and injecting a serum into her vein.
              “You’re about to become the greatest weapon to mankind.” Doctor Morocco hummed as Elizabeth’s eyes fluttered and she passed out, the man catching her in his arms. He looked proud of himself as he dragged her to an operating table, a large, black metal frame in the background.

The world began to come back to Elizabeth in a bright light and blotchy white and red. She could barely make out the two blue orbs that slowly focused into worried optics.
              “R…Ra?” Her voice choked out before she started coughing as she tried to sit up, the mech above her let out a sigh. Ratchet gently sat her up in a resting position.
              “Rest young one…what is your name?” he asked gently. Elizabeth squinted slightly in confusion. What did he mean? He’s known her for three years now.
              “It’s me, Ratchet…Elizabeth.” she answered, her voice staticky. Wait what? The girl looked at her hands only to find black servos. Her eyes, now red optics, widened as she flexed her digits. She looked up to see the sadness on Ratchet’s face.
              “It’s just as I feared…somehow that scientist managed to transfer your memories to this frame and brought you back to life in this body…” He said softly. Elizabeth’s breathing quickened as the reality began to set in. Coolant tears began to streak down her black cheekplates and broken sobs escaped her intake. Silas had finally done it.
              He had found a way to transfer human life into a Cybertronian body.

Angst Drabble – Lost Ranger

I’m in an angsty mood and I dunno why
TFP/MTMTE cross over barely. Just a slight appearance of Drift and Rodimus, based from an RP on Wattpad

“Ratchet! Ratchet I need a ground bridge fast!” A femme’s voice sobbed over the monitor coms while there was gun fire in the background. The medic quickly pulled the lever and seconds after Eclipse ran through the portal, a small frame in her arms. The bridge closed as the seeker ran towards the medbay, despite her frame being bloody and battered. “R-Ratchet! Please you gotta help him! Please!” she begged, optical fluid streaming down her face. In her arms was a small black and white frame belonging to her own youngling, Ranger. There was a large, bloody wound on his chassis and his faceplate was violent bare while his optics were dark. Ratchet rushed over and the femme placed her creation on the medical slab, collapsing beside it. Sobs racked her frame as the others watched silently in shock and horror. Drift turned his helm away, hiding his solemn look with Rodimus watched, his spark breaking. They all knew that the youngling was gone by the grey color starting to take over his frame. “Please….help him….” Eclipse choked out, her helm resting against the edge of the slab as her servo clung to the smaller grey one. Ratchet let out a shaky breath as he knelt beside the younger medic. “I’m sorry, kid but…he’s gone…” he said softly. A broken wail escaped her vocalizer. “No! Please no!” she sobbed. “I can’t loose him too! R-Ratchet please!” she begged. The medic only sighed and wrapped his arms around her small frame. “I’m so sorry, Eclipse…” he whispered as grief stricken femme sobbed into his chassis.

I’d a scenario where a/o starts documenting prime smokescreen being treated by a sparkling by prime prime please. If you can’t that’s cool. (This is in reference to your dank memer smokescreen post)

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You admit it’s pretty subtle, at first.

Some pats on the head, a little bit more encouragement then usual. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary— Smokescreen is the youngest of the bots, and he preens under praise in general, so a smatterings of “you did good today” here and there doesn’t strike you as worth noticing.

It’s only a couple months in that you notice Optimus starts to treat Smokescreen more like a kid than a soldier.

And well, then of course you have to trail them. For… science, and personal inquiry. Mostly for science.

Half a year after day zero (which is when Smokescreen blurted out his shitty daddy kink in the first place), Optimus begins to kneel down to be eye to eye with Smokescreen when he’s speaking.

You notice that Smokescreen is just a tad bit mortified. He always skitters away after their conversations, scratching impulsively at the inside of his left wrist. You assume that he has no idea how to breach the subject of a daddy kink to his leader and how he views him in that regard, but all you jot down in your notebook is you’re eager to see how this plays out.

Following that point, Optimus began to display his affection more obviously. There were monikers such as son, Smokey, and, at one point, kid, but that was quickly dropped for more affectionate ones.

Smokescreen’s feathers shine under Optimus’ attention but at the same time it has all spawned because of a daddy kink misunderstanding and wow, this is terrible but he’s never felt so appreciated before but again, daddy kink…

Optimus takes Smokescreen off on drives or sometimes just stays with him in the room, listening to him chatter about nothing. He seems to like it for a while, coming back pleased as punch, except one day he’s flushed in the face and with screaming vents and won’t talk to anyone as he stomps off somewhere, presumably to brood.

Optimus shows up a minute or two behind and asks to no one and yet everyone, “Do you believe it was too early to give him “The Talk”?”

He orders Wheeljack to make frozen energon so he and Smokescreen (and of course, the others) can eat them; he embraces Smokescreen more; he sings praise up and down the base’s halls; he embarrasses Smokescreen for weeks to come.

When you approach Optimus and ask him why he’s doing it he says because he thinks it will help and you ask him help what? Smokey’s a grown mech, he can — giggle— resolve his daddy issues.

He ponders for a moment and then says that he has not seen Smokescreen so pleased before, and he seems to like this treatment and that well, he is so young. He is a young mech, the youngest by hundreds of thousands of years and he was born into war and really maybe he needs a father and if Optimus is that father then that’s okay. Better him than anyone with a worse disposition, yes? He had so little, why not a father? And he’s never had a sparkling before; there was never a chance. Smokescreen is not his true kin, but he has Bumblebee as well and that is close enough.

…You no longer want to tell him Smokescreen was joking.

You simply warn Smokescreen to be cautious. Optimus wants to be a dad and please, please let him have this. It is so funny and so sweet but mostly funny so don’t you dare ruin this for us Smokescreen.

He gulps and nods and you squint.

“Do you really have a daddy kink?” You ask, because there are important science questions, for science.

He gulps and flushes again and you smile because “oooh my god you have a daddy kink!”

Optimus blinks behind him because he feels like this pertains to his new sparkling— er, Smokey— but he doesn’t have enough information to make any assumptions.

And Primus bless his poor spark, he doesn’t want to know anything that might ruin it anyway.

This pattern continues. Optimus, coddling his boy as son rather than soldier except when he needs his soldier more than his son, and Smokescreen loves it, and Bumblebee’s a little jealous, but his two boys get along swimmingly regardless.

You and everyone else, however, think it’s tooth rottingly sweet.

Smokescreen naps with Bumblebee and Optimus one day and you take a picture because this is important science, damn you.

(You’re just gonna get this framed and show everyone.)

You still call Smokescreen daddy every now in then within Optimus’s hearing and by God you never thought you’d see Optimus pull Smokescreen aside and tell him he’s so proud of him for becoming a father figure to a human. You absolutely cannot stop laughing and Smokescreen’s blue in the face and his vents are whistling like an old computer trying to cool down. Optimus, for the life of him, cannot figure out why.

At least, it was funny, until you quipped to Smokey one day after an onslaught of “daddy, I’ve been bad!” teasing that you wished that Optimus was your daddy too, taking you out for ice cream and spanking you when you were bad.

And he did. For the love of God, Optimus integrated you into his little band of misfit kids and scolded you and everything and now Smokescreen can’t get this dumb smirk off his face.

“Fuck you.” You’d snarled to him one day and Optimus expressed his disapproval and you were very terrified for a moment he would take you over his huge metal knee (because God that would hurt he’s so big) but instead he knelt down and told you very sternly to be nice. “Bad girls,” he said, “don’t get ice cream.”

You were humbled, but mostly mortified. At least you understood Smokescreen now.

I STARTED LAUGHING SO HARD THAT I STARTED CRYING

OMFG