She's Done Been Goin' For It!

[dunmurderin]

For those not familiar with this meme, I have two sets of 28 prompts. You pick 'em by claiming them in the comments, I write a short fic (between 100-300 words, though it may go over) about it also in the comments.

You can give any instructions you like about what you'd like to see or who else you'd like to see in the fics.


28 Pipes (link added for those who may not remember who Pipes is)

1. Naughty Pipes Done! Link leads off-site!
2. Happy Pipes Done; see also Jealous Pipes
3. Silly Pipes (mit Light Bulb!) Done!
4. Angsty Pipes (on Cybertron) Done; link leads off site
5. On-Vacation Pipes
6. Horny Pipes Claimed!
7. Transforming Pipes
8. Excited Pipes
9. Book-Reading Pipes Done! Not actually the version I'd written, but I like this one better!
10. Dancing Pipes
11. Jealous Pipes Done; see also "Happy Pipes"
12. Turned-On Pipes Claimed, off-line by roommate
13. Caring Pipes
14. On-His-Knees Pipes Claimed!
15. Obedient Pipes -- Done, with Optimus Prime -- ANGST WARNING!
16. Dominant Pipes Done!
17. Naive Pipes Done!
18. Drinking-Energon Pipes Claimed, Cybertron, pre-Earth Contact
19. Greedy Pipes
20. Daring Pipes
21. Exploring PipesDone!
22. At The Beach Pipes
23. Bath-Time Pipes Done!
24. Disheveled Pipes (with rat) Done!
25. Exhausted Pipes
26. Well Shagged PipesDone!
27. Kick-Ass Pipes Claimed, off-line by roommate
28. Playing With Kids Pipes Claimed; with Beauty and the Beast toys


And because you know I had to do it...



For this feel free to pick any or all of the Combaticons. As I say below in the comments, I'll either focus primarily on that character and have the rest of the team as background or just do a character study of that particular Combaticon.

Edited to note: For the purposes of this exercise, Bruticus is considered a separate member of the Combaticons

28 Combaticons
1. Naughty Combaticons Done!
2. Happy Combaticons DONE!
3. Silly Combaticons Done!
4. Angsty Combaticons Done!
5. On-Vacation Combaticons Done; AEC AU story with Girl!Brawl and Minicon!Swindle
6. Horny Combaticons Done! Link leads off site
7. Transforming Combaticons Claimed, off-line by roommate
8. Excited Combaticons Done; someone gets a new toy and for once it's not a weapon!
9. Book-Reading Combaticons Done!
10. Dancing Combaticons Done
11. Jealous Combaticons Done!
12. Turned-On Combaticons Done
13. Caring Combaticons In Progress -- 20 pages handwritten and counting
14. On-Their-Knees Combaticons Done! Link leads off site
15. Obedient Combaticons Yes, Virginia, the fic is done!
16. Dominant Combaticons Done
17. Naive Combaticons Done!
18. Drinking-Energon Combaticons Done; with Duskwing
19. Greedy Combaticons (Brawl and Swindle Only) Done!
20. Daring Combaticons Done!
21. Exploring Combaticons Done!
22. At The Beach Combaticons Done, off-site
23. Bath-Time Combaticons Done!
24. Disheveled Combaticons Done; features Blast Off and Onslaught (off-site)
25. Exhausted Combaticons Done! (link leads off site)
26. Well-Shagged Combaticons Done
27. Kick-Ass Combaticons DONE!
28. Playing With Kids Combaticons Done!

I figure, this gets me 28 fics closer to my 100 Combaticons challenge! Me so Sneaky!

Comments

[mommimus-prime.livejournal.com]

Pops in from the Cell. Let's see...Naive Pipes and Jealous Combatties.

Jealous Combaticons (Edited to fix a line)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Megatron and Starscream watched as Bruticus went through his paces. It was the gestalt’s first official test since the Combaticons’ ‘reconditioning’ and both were interested to see how well he performed.

The tests were simple ones: tests of strength, agility, firepower and obedience to orders. Near where Megatron and Starscream stood on the cliff face watching, Scrapper and Hook were monitoring Bruticus’s performance on a series of scanners and monitors. The rest of the Constructicons, there as much for the amusement factor as to scope out the competition, stood nearby adding their own murmured comments.

“Enough,” Megatron said. “I’ve seen enough! Bruticus, disengage!”

“Bruticus obeys,” the gestalt rumbled, separating into his components. The Combaticons flew to the cliff top, landing in a V-formation with Onslaught at the point.

“How was our performance?” Onslaught asked, standing straight and tall but keeping his optics cast slightly downward so as not to meet Megatron’s gaze.

Megatron held up a hand, looking back toward the Constructicons. “Scrapper! What are your findings?”

“Preliminary findings show that Bruticus is performing at or above acceptable levels for a gestalt this newly created,” Scrapper rasped. “He clearly requires direction in the field, but with suitable preparation, he will follow orders flawlessly.”

Megatron laughed, head thrown back. “I like this creation of yours, Starscream,” he said, favoring the Air Commander with a superior smile. “I wish I had an army of Bruticuses!”

# # #


“’I wish I had an army of Bruticuses’” Swindle mimicked Megatron over the Combaticons’ internal radios. “What are we? Scrap metal?”

Vortex snickered back. “Look at Starscream. Could he get any further up Megatron’s aft?”

“Maybe if he was a Conehead,” Swindle said. “Be more aerodynamic that way. Aft-polishing’ flyboy rust magnet!”

“Settle down,” Onslaught said. “Starscream isn’t important; it’s what Megatron thinks that matters.”

“Uh-huh, and it looks like Meggy likes Bruticus bestest of all,” Swindle grumbled. “I’m just sayin’, Onslaught, we were a team long before Bruticus came around. A good team -- we wouldn’t have been able to cause half the trouble we did if we weren’t good at what we do. So where the slag does Megatron get off with this “I wish I had an army of Bruticuses” kludge?”

“And shouldn’t that be ‘Brutici’?” Vortex asked, his head tilting to one side.

“Loathe as I am to admit it, for once Stumpy does have a point,” Blast Off said, his voice a soft, cultured drawl -- one that the others were sure he spent half his time in space practicing. “It seems we’re to be relegated to the background in favor of our newest ‘teammate’.”

“Slag that! Bruticus ain‘t nothin‘ without us! We‘ll show those bit-rotted clusterfrags!” Brawl barked and only long familiarity kept the other Combaticons from outwardly wincing in pain at the sudden loudness. “We’re Combaticons, we don’ take a backseat to nobody!”

“Damn straight,” said someone so softly the others weren’t sure who had spoken. Perhaps they all had. They were silent for a moment, before Onslaught broke the silence.

“Bruticus is our ticket back into the Empire,” he said. “Without him, we’d likely be back in the detention center. Or permanently disabled this time. We owe our continued existence to Bruticus.”

They were silent again, watching quietly as Megatron and Starscream congratulated one another, seemingly without noticing their presence.

“But we will prove to those self-satisfied glitches that we are more than the sum of our parts,” Onslaught said.

Re: Jealous Combaticons (Edited to fix a line)

[mommimus-prime.livejournal.com]

Ooo, very nice.

Re: Jealous Combaticons (Edited to fix a line)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Once I remembered the line from Brute's TFU entry, it pretty much wrote itself. I hate fics that claim to be about gestalt team members, and when you start reading it, it turns out that they're basically there to be a gestalt-team delivery service. And for fairness' sake, I hate episodes/issues that do that too.

Glad you like 8)

Dun.

Naive Pipes (sorry for the double post)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Author’s Note: Takes place circa 1993 between end of Season 2 and The Movie.

“Alright, Pipes, if you’ll hold your right arm horizontally, I can commence scanning,” Perceptor said. “The anti-corrosion coating Wheeljack administered should be fully set by this point in time.”

“Yessir,” Pipes said, holding his arm in place as instructed.

Carly glanced over toward the two Autobots as she walked into the lab, heading for the coffee maker prior to getting started on some research. “Hi Perceptor, hi Pipes,” she said.

“Hello, Carly!” Perceptor said cheerfully. “And how are you this fine day?”

Carly smiled. “Good, good,” she said. “Doctor’s appointment went well, the baby is developing normally. I’ll give you a full report when you’re done, okay?”

“Splendid!” Perceptor said, then explained for Pipes‘s benefit. “Carly and Spike are expecting their first child and they’ve been considerate enough to allow me to monitor her progress. I’ve been studying organic reproduction for years now and it’s been fascinating but having the opportunity to observe a human’s gestational period first hand is, well it’s a rare opportunity!”

“Oh,” said Pipes, looking helplessly over at Carly. “Uhm…yeah, I bet it is.”

Carly chuckled as she picked up her coffee cup and looked at the empty coffee pot. “..oh no..” she said, checking the switches. It was on. She knew she‘d turned it on and set the timer the night before. The coffee maker gurgled as she moved it around. “Damnit! Oh, don’t tell me! Stupid piece of crap! Damnit!”

“What’s wrong?” Perceptor asked as Carly slammed a fist on the counter.

“The stupid coffee maker’s broken!” she said, feeling tears pricking at her eyes. “Auugh, damnit! I set everything last night! I’m down to one cup a day and I was really looking forward to this!”

She wiped at her eyes, looking up in time to see Pipes staring at her with optics that were bright with dismay. “Are you gonna be okay?” he asked. “What do we have to do?”

“Well, for one thing, now I have to get a new coffee maker,” Carly said, forcing her anger back down. Stupid hormones. “No more garage sale deals for me, this time I’m spending real money on a real coffee maker.”

“Oh,” Pipes said, solemnly. “Uhm, if you need somebody to back you up when you go looking for this coffee maker, I can go. Once Perceptor clears me for duty, but I think he‘s almost done.”

It took Carly a moment to realize what Pipes meant and when she did, she had to stifle back a giggle. “I just have to go to Wal-Mart, Pipes. No back up required, but if you could give me a ride, I’d appreciate it. Spike’s not supposed to be back from class until six.”

“Wal-Mart?” Pipes asked, looking at Perceptor.

“Wal-Mart is a store, Pipes,” Perceptor said gently. “A place where humans go to buy goods and services that they need. They sell food, clothing and consumer products that the humans require.”

“Consumer products?” Pipes looked lost. “What’re those?”

“Didn’t you ever go to a store or a market, Pipes?” Carly asked.

“No ma’am,” he said. “We didn’t have them; me and Tailgate used to do supply runs, but those were usually stealing things from Decepticon supply dumps. Or scavenging waste areas.”

“Tell you what,” Carly said. “When you’re done, I’ll take you shopping. Sound good?”

“Sure!”

Re: Naive Pipes (sorry for the double post)

[mommimus-prime.livejournal.com]

So cute. Pipes is just precious. ;) Carly's pregnancy does lend itself for much fun, doesn't it?

Re: Naive Pipes (sorry for the double post)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Yahh; the early version of this story was a lot longer and focused more on Carly's pregnancy but it wasn't going anywhere -- until I switched the focus to the coffee maker.

Dun,
who's looking forward to doing a fic with Pipes and Tailgate one of these days. "Put the toaster down, 'Gate..."