"You can only save one." His eyes darted between the two feeds. One the first screen, a human woman struggling against the electro-chains she was bound and hanging by. On the second, a Togruta girl lay unconscious, her skin a horrifically pale shade of orange. On both screens, the surrounding explosives were laid obvious. "When you breach the prison of one, it will send a signal that will ignite the explosives in the other. Attempt to call for help and both chambers will be blown up. Your transmissions are being monitored. The choice is yours, Skywalker. Your Padawan, or your lover." The initial voice-feed ended, but the images remained. E

Silence Is Golden by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

Silence Is Golden

Spoilers for "Deadlock". - - - It was an unspoken agreement, but one each had upheld rigidly. They would not, could not, confront the growing feelings between the two of them until the war was over. And then the war was over. And they were back on Cybertron. Home. They were all silent as they left one home to rebuild another. Awed and marveled and just a bit overwhelmed, the others began to wander away from the site of the Spacebridge that brought them back to their rejuvenated planet. There were structures to rebuild, long-forgotten knowledge to relearn, and something they had long since given up on: Hope. Arcee made to follow them, o

What Is Your Sin? by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

What Is Your Sin?

Post-BDM It had long ago ceased its struggling. Blue Energon dripped from the battered body, pooling on the ground beneath. Exhaustion and pain had completely overwhelmed the pitiable, lājī of a prisoner, but defiance still glowed in its eyes. It was time to snuff that out. "You know, for an Autobot, your resilience is quite impressive." It was. The strongest man she knew would have succumbed by now, one way or another. The slumped body next to her captive was proof enough of that. But then the Captain was gone, forgotten. "In fact, I'm guessing that no matter what I do to you, you'll never crack. Am I right?" It wasn't defianc

Fragging by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

Fragging

Dialogue only. "I...Lord Megatron." "Airachnid. I wondered what had happened to your traitorous self." "'Traitorous'? Unless stasis did something to my processors, you sent lackeys to try and kill me in an unprovoked attack!" "You tried to usurp my command." "I was acting in the best interests of the Decepticons. While you, I might add, were trying to raise the Chaos Bringer in an attempt to do...what, exactly?" "Hold your tongue, Airachnid. There is very little preventing me from extinguishing your spark and ridding the cosmos of your filth once and for all." "Big words from one who couldn't face me himself." "Says the insect who sen

One, Two, Three, Four by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

One, Two, Three, Four

Post-"Darkest Hour". It was a feeling that had plagued her mind ever since they fled from the base. As she took Jack and drove, unsure of anything anymore, it was there. She just had yet to realize it. For the first few days, there was a pain of sorts, a melancholia that she kept hidden from her partner as they drove as far as she had the energy for. Arcee pushed the feeling away. This was no time to be distracted by despair, particularly when she had to keep it together in order to keep Jack from giving in to his own fears. The fear over his mother, the fear over his friends. The fear over his entire existence as his planet was decimated

Flying Lies by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

Flying Lies

Post-BDM. For once in his life, he's silent. No time to open his gap and spew nonsense in the name of snark. They three need to get to the others, and quickly. Quick as a Hawaii-printed flash, he's out of the seat and reaching for her hand when the glass shatters and spears pierce the pilot's seat where Wash had been sitting, not half a second before. Of course, the idiot would try and take a second to gape at what could have been, but Zoe's having none of that. She knows better. She drags him along, the first few meters after the Cap'n. Then they're running at the same pace, hand-in-hand, neither even flinching at the sound of more spear

Sunrise, Sunset by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

Sunrise, Sunset

"Arcee?" The storage unit's door had been opened. The figure in the doorway was masked by the dim lighting to one side and the near-darkness of the other. Still, he could see- -her arms folded over as if she were clinging to herself, body language tense and unsure. She did not respond to his gentle call, nor to the lumbering footsteps that heralded his presence. He reached out as he moved closer, but before he could repeat himself, Arcee tore herself away from the unit and looked up at him with tired optics. "It's been a long day," she said quietly, activating the door's closing. Optimus let his arm fall to his side as he vented heavil

What Does That Make Us? by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

What Does That Make Us?

Post-"Darkest Hour" Jack knew this was it. He would never see his mom again. Miko or Raf or the Autobots he grew to love just as much as his human friends. Hell, at this moment, he would give his last moments to say goodbye to Agent Fowler, if the man had survived. His only solace was Arcee, and his heart broke to look up at her. The defeat, the loss, the knowledge of her failure to protect him was stricken over her face. Blasters were out and aimed, but even if she were at full-strength instead of her weakened state, she was outnumbered and outmatched by the twenty-some Decepticons who had tracked down their hiding place in the wooded cli

Recovery by ParanoidSpy, literature

Literature

Recovery

It was Arcee who laughed first. A soft sound that quickly became wild as she shook against the leg of her fallen commander. Then, Miko--by the railing, one hand over her mouth. The other held her cellphone. When Ratchet was able to roll off Bumblebee, the young scout trilled with electronic chortling. Annoyed Ratchet only huffed and stormed off, but Bulkhead--poor, dazed Bulkhead--emboldened by the lack of shouting, laughed nervously. At first. And as Optimus Prime picked himself off the floor and helped his blue comrade to her feet, he could not help but offer a smile.

2 3 4 Next