You know, raisedbymoogles
wrote me a lovely ficbit in which the Impalabot went home to the Ark and got hugs from Jazz and things were as okay as they could possibly be after her boys got themselves dead. It was lovely and filled with hope and also filled with Jazz, which makes it awesome.
Because I cannot have nice things
, my brain took things in a different direction (and a different group of Autobots, because I frankly can't keep up with everyone in G1).( An Impalabot/TF Prime drabble, has one. )
I don't know that I'll write more of this, because what's in my head tonight may have scurried off by the time I have energy to write again, but as it stands now, Impalabot is not going to take it well that most of the other Autobots have their own humans. Though after the initial "touch me and I will end you
" blow up (which leads to an unofficial "we keep ourselves between her and the humans at all times" rule), she mostly spends her time in her alt mode being as silent and creepy as possible. (Hey, she's had decades to observe the kinds of things that make humans' skin crawl; might as well put it all to good use.) Until finally Miko, who is the only one NOT completely creeped the fuck out by her (and I include the Autobots in this), does something to make her storm out, at which point...*sigh* at which point I will probably have to admit I have something resembling a PLOT for this, and then it's just a matter of deciding whether I'm willing to write it all out.
(Edit: Oh, of course
she has it in for Raf and Jack; they remind her of what Sam and Dean might have been at that age, if Sam and Dean hadn't been raised as Hunters. Oh, Impalabot, you are such a Winchester you worry me a little.)
(Also? She totally picked up a lot of Dean's phrasing. By which I mean "son of a bitch" might possibly be her favorite phrase.)