Going To Hell...Who's Coming With Me?

Working as a Team (7128 words) by darthneko, DragovianKnight
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime, World of Warcraft
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ironhide/Oc
Characters: Ironhide (Transformers)
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, OCs are awesome, Found Family, dealing with death, Team as Family, Frag this War, POV Alternating
Series: Part 2 of Universal Constant
Summary:

Before the Great War there was time for leisure activities - socializing, games, groups of mecha who only knew each other across parsecs via the DataNet. Now, as the war marches forward and squadrons are broken up and reassigned, split between Autobot and Decepticon lines, comfort and companionship may come from the most unlikely of places.

End of an Era (2518 words) by Tundra and starkraves
Fandom: Transformers: Prime
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Barricade (Transformers), OFC
Summary:

Before she arrived on Earth, Shadow was part of the Lucky Thirteen, the best recon unit the Autobots had. Unfortunately for the Thirteen, the Decepticons had Barricade.

Have the opening snippet of my TFP/QL crossover.

( Say it with me, everyone...Ohhhhhh boy. )

...to actually pull off the ideas I spew out into 750 words.

And then I realize what I actually wish is that I had a good writer who would just write these ideas FOR me.

( And then I sulk for a while, and THEN I post raggedy-ass scenelets, behind a cut to spare your retinas. )

I should have just stuck with having Maximals wandering around, I know.

New ep should be up tonight, thus fulfilling my reason for still having a journal.

But it's gonna be a fun ride on the way there. :D

So, my Unmixy Things fill:

( Transformers Prime/Power Rangers RPM ficlet behind the cut. )

Sweet holy fuck, how is it almost 3 in the morning? *cries* Bed nao.

The Impala rolled off the blacktop and onto sunbaked dirt. "Raf." She scanned the area, but found only the young human boy. "You were only supposed to use those websites in an emergency. A supernatural emergency."

"I know. But I heard Optimus say you weren't answering your comm."

"It ever occur to you there might be a reason for that?"

He raised his chin defiantly. "Not a /good/ reason."

She was glad her vehicle mode couldn't show amusement; as it was, she was hard pressed to suppress a chuckle. "You could have just had me meet you back at base. How'd you get out here, anyway?"

"I hacked the ground bridge. I wanted neutral territory because you warned me about attracting the attention of other hunters. And...because I was afraid you wouldn't come."

"And how did you plan to get back?"

He just looked at her, stubborn enough to make a Winchester proud.

"Before I open my doors, are you planning to make a habit of this?"

"Depends. Are you going to start answering your comm?"

"I'll turn it back on, but I reserve the right to screen my calls."

"Then I reserve the right to make a habit of this."

She opened her passenger door, and this time wasn't quite able to keep the amusement out of her voice. "You drive a hard bargain, kid."

But knowing what year John bought the Impala...so I know how long Impalabot has been a Winchester...that I like.

(Dammit, now I kind of want to write prequel fic where Mary finds out their car isn't just a car, and she and Impalabot go off and hunt things without John knowing. *facepalm* Edit: Actually, anyone who feels the urge to share in the Impalabot love should feel totally free to write this, or whatever else grabs you. There cannot be too much Impalabot!)

( You know the drill...750 words is where my half formed, unspellchecked, un-logic checked writing takes place. And then I inflict it on you behind a cut. )