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Our Baby Chapter 10Chapter 10
Falcon pulled on his black pants and buttoned them. He pulled his shirt down and stopped when his hand was over his stomach. He smiled as he felt his children moving. "This is it, daddy and I are getting married today. Then we just have to wait for you two to be born. We already have everything ready for you. You both have your own cribs and we even picked what you would wear for you first day home. We have everything planned out. Nothing can go wrong right?" He smiled when the babies kicked as if in approval. He looked at the door when he heard knocking.
"Falcon, its your mother, now open the door and let me in." He smiled and walked to the door letting his mother in. He hugged her as she kissed his cheek. "You look beautiful Falcon. I am so proud of you. Look at you, you're getting married, you're having twins. Everything is perfect." Althea said, as she looked him over. "I feel so proud to be your mom. I just wish your dad cared enough." She wiped a tear from her cheek at
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part Two((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I couldn't stop him. I tried. I did what I could, but nothing I could've tried would've stopped the inevitable.
Prowl, please forgive me. I did what I could to make sure he wouldn't desecrate your body, but... Allspark, whatever he does to you, I can only hope that in the end, we'll be able to get you back. If not, I swear to all, I'll kill him with my bare hands...
Part Two: Agent of Chaos
Jazz was silent as Ratchet worked on repairing his injuries to the best of his ability. The medic was not matching his gaze, and Jazz was not sure he wanted him to. Really, no one was looking at the cyberninja. The feeling of defeat was permeable in the makeshift medbay, and not a single spark there was willing to admit it.
Lockdown got away, Bumblebee reported solemnly, Sari
Kaijudo: Fire's Song Ch.4Kaijudo: Fire’s Song Ch.4
I do not own kaijudo as sad as it is.
Whirling around, Rachel kicked in her 3 second rule for combat. First second, judge your opponent. In front of her stood a large male, he was heavy, bald, orange beard and mustache, and apparently Scottish. Second well, second, find the weakness, which was obviously the peg leg. The third second, act!
Closing the gap between them, she felt her adrenaline rush. He stood his stance, ready to counter, but the attack never came. Instead, Rachel slipped behind him and swept her leg under him. She winced slightly as her leg contacted the wooden peg. She watched as the man lost his balance. Hearing the grunt as he fell face first into the stone floor, she turned and ran out. She figured she had about 15 to 30 seconds before he was able to sound the alarm and she wanted to put a lot of distance between them.
She felt her heart beat against her ribs, her senses heightened to extr
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part 4((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
They say that at times, you can't even trust your own family. That someday, eventually, something will happen that will completely warp your beliefs... your acceptance of them. I guess for me, that day was a long time coming.
One would think I'd have learned not to trust so easily after experiences in my past left me where I am today. But I was given a good crew, and I put a great deal of stock in them.
I guess I just never thought something like this would happen...
Part Four: Amaranthine
Bit by bit, information was coming in. None of it was making Blaster happy, and he was tapping his fingers somewhat impatiently on a keypad as he waited for the next bit of data to filter through. Since the revelation that Longarm Prime was really Shockwave in disguise, he had pretty much taken over communicat
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Part One((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
I've always thought of myself as a practical mech. I don't grab more than I can carry and if I find myself in a sitch too big for me to process, I know when it's the smart thing to bail. But once in a blue moon, an opportunity springs up that you just can't pass up. A perfect hit. That unsurpassed score.
No bounty hunter can pass that up. Not even me...
Part One: Gears and Glory
It did not take long for word to pass... at least not around Cybertron. According to what was said, the funeral had been stunning. There were precious few faces that were not in attendance at the gathering dedicated to the life and sacrifice of the cyberninja Prowl, whose actions had saved not just one small organic world, but also Cybertron itself. Those in attendance had spoken of the s
The Black World - Chapter One
The Black World
chapter one: Prophecy
In his lifetime there were few things that could scare Connor Penn, the most notable one was the start of a second dragon human war but perhaps the one that unnerved him most was not this but a prophecy only known to few and thought to simply be a myth that would never come true, but this myth, this prophecy would not leave his thoughts. This prophecy foretold of a true evil, the likes of which the world has never known for milenia to come out of the shadows, an evil which would bring ruin to the world and the bond between humanity and dragon kind.
This prophecy foretold the coming of a Titan amongst both men and dragons...
...This prophecy foretold of Prometheus' return...
''His name will be Prometheus
A Titan amongst dragon kind
He will march upon humanity
and when he passes
he will leave nought but destruction in his wake''
but there was a second part of this prophecy which connor was not able to uncover...it foretold of a warrior that would sav
Our Baby Chapter 13Chapter 13
Falcon sat on the couch while Wolf was in the backyard mowing the grass. In a few hours, they were going to Tammy's house for the party. He heard the doorbell. "Come in." He yelled. It was hot that day and he was too lazy to get up. He sat up when he heard Jaz and Arya giggling. The girls ran to him and hugged him. "Hey girls how are you feeling?" They sat on the couch, one on each side of him. He looked up when he heard Marie. "Hey Marie. I hope you brought bathing suits for everyone; it is a pool party after all."
"Where is my brother hiding? What did you do, lock him in the basement?" Falcon and the girls laughed.
"No, he is mowing the lawn in the back. He should be in soon; he said it was too nice a day to pass up lawn work. Power to him I say, I think it is too hot to do anything." He leaned back on the couch and smiled at his nieces. He still felt weird calling them that. They leaned on him with their head on his shoulders. "Alright what did you two do or what do you w
TFA Fic - Last Rites, Epilogue((Please read the artist's notes before reading this fic! If you don't, I'm not to blame for anything that happens!))
Epilogue: Dark and Winding Road
The room seemed stuffy since he had left it. With all the thoughts going through Prowl's processor right now anyway, it was a wonder he could even truly focus on that much. He stared at the tree, which had grown a bit unruly in the months he'd been away. He would have to tend to it. Perhaps he could find some tranquility in the action where it felt all had been lost in his life.
He could hear Jazz approaching from behind him, and felt the touch on his shoulder fins almost before the other cyberninja's fingers even landed. You've been spendin' a lot of time alone, Prowler, he was commenting softly. You really should try to get back to talkin' with your team. They miss you. Much as it may not seem that way.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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