TF!Verse drabbles.

Organics are such funny creatures, she thought as she laid on her front plating on the medical berth. Ratchet had for some reason (read the Twins Major) left the Medbay to Wheeljack and First Aid, who had been absent for some other reason (read Inferno), and Limestriker, for some reason (read a dispute with Twins Minor) had been hooked up to some new Energon. Wheeljack had deemed her healthy a little while ago, but one of the NEST personnel had came in to need some help. Wheeljack was holding the little petite redhead upside down, while she was screaming and trashing, bringing a smirk to the previously ill-tempered Praxian.
"Put her down, 'Jack, or Prowl will be on our back again. Stick in the mud." Wheeljack put the human down, quite roughly, and laughed at her. "What?" she said, her doorwings fluttering in disdain.
"The fact that you have adopted such organics proverbs is quite amusing, seeing your initial disdain for this planet." She smiled and sat up, crossing her legs.
"They are funny. They are so fragile and live so short and still they risk their pitifully short lives to fight alongside us" she said. "They are destructive; they destruct their own kind and habitat but still fight alongside us for their own kind."
"Are we not the same?" She turned her helmet towards the newcomer, jerking on her neckcables before saluting.
"Optimus sir!" she said in greeting. He smiled at her and nodded, and she relaxed.
"Where is Ratchet, Wheeljack?" he asked.
"With his hellions, Optimus" Wheeljack said. Older than Limestriker and a much closer friend to Optimus, he was. A little crazy, more than certain. Limestriker hid her smile behind her battlemask as she raised herself of the bed.
"I am returning to my quarters, sir" she said before wheeling out of the Medbay. If Wheeljack was trying Ratchet, it was time to flee.

The Hatchet would take any kind of insult to his Twins personal.

"You are wearing a ring." It wasn't a question. It was an observation.
"Your observational powers are stunning, Sunstreaker" she said as she shaded the figure of Optimus in the painting.
"Why?" the golden mech asked as he was working on the figure of Megatron. She shrugged and he grabbed her servo, observing the ring. It was made of barb wire and clearly made with somebody who had dedicated quite some time to it.
"Doesn't it scratch your paint?" he asked. She pulled her servo out of his grasp.
"Not really" she said. "Why the frag are you so interested, Sunnyshine?" Limestriker glared at him.
"Because." She sighed and focused on the painting.

"How do you like it?" Sideswipe asked. Limestriker watched his smooth transformation from her perch upon the Ark, enjoying the sun. He turned into a human car, low on it's wheels and sleek. It fitted the prankster perfectly, just as it would fit his twin perfectly.
"Looks passable" she commented before she hopped off her perch, sorting through the mass of vehicles until she found one that she liked. She scanned it briefly before initiating her first transformation in a human vehicle. She slipped in the form easily, making a few donuts before racing back to Sideswipe.
"What do you think?" she said. Sides grinned over the comm. link and said;
"Wanna race?" She responded over the comm. link and darted forward. The two raced side by side for a while, through the desert, leaving everything behind them to eat their dust. They reached the highway and the two split up. Sideswipe, who had taken the form of a sleek red Lamborghini had some trouble navigating around the other cars on the narrow highway, but Limestriker easily slipped around them in her new motorcycle form.
/Sideswipe, Limestriker, what's you status?/ Prowl requested over the comm. link.
/Limestriker to Prowl, Siders is eating my dust/ she told the tactful SIC.
/Am not, you just wait!/