Two TMNT/TF x-over drabbles

Jul 19, 2014 07:56

It's been too long since I made any post here. I really need to get back to writing. Something. Anything. I keep poking at SC and right now it's not going anywhere. These are two old drabbles (vocab drabbles, even, I think) that I was sitting on. There was supposed to be a third, but damn if I remember what it was going to be about.

Enjoy!


#1 (TMNT/TF x-over)
Donatello loved going into Wheeljack’s lab. It was like stepping into this giant, alien world, filled with the strangest looking machines. Even something as mundane as a table became  an exotic display of equipment. He wished he could stay here all day, or be guaranteed even a weekly visit after everything was over and he and his brothers went home.  How often would he meet a fellow mad scientist (he didn’t count April, she was anything but mad) that had no aspirations to greatness, but simply strove to create something new and exciting, something that would help his comrades in their battles, or make their lives (and the lives of their friends and allies) easier. He never thought he’d meet another soul like himself, not since Leatherhead, and he’d never gotten a chance to really know his fellow mutant before the cave in.

Donatello wondered what the gizmos were called. Whozzits and whatsits? Thingamabobs? Was there a samoflange in amongst all those toys?

“Aha!” Wheeljack straightened from where he’d bent over to sort through his inventions. He approached the turtle, optics bright and head lamps (vocal indicators?) flickering in what Donatello had learned to interpret as a smile. The giant robot held some kind of mix between a hypercoil and a lawn mower. “Wanna see what this does?”

An eager grin split the young turtle’s face, and his bandana danced merrily about his shoulder with each nod of his head.



#2 (TMNT/TF x-over)
(Follow-up to #1)
Michelangelo knew all kinds of cheesey lines. He collected them, mentally filing them away for later use or to start pulling out to annoy his brothers. So it naturally came to him that the quiet of the day was almost too quiet. On reflection, he supposed that he should have considered this sibylline for what happened next.

One minute he was vegging on the couch, watching an admittedly stupid kids show where the good guys were utterly owning the bad guys butts. The next thing he knew, he was staring up at the ceiling, and the floor was still shaking underneath him. He sat up and looked around, surprised to see the (very over-sized) contents of the rooms scattered about in complete disarray.

A giant mechanical head poked into the rec room, blue eyes locking onto the turtle on the floor. The head disappeared, and the mech hollered; “This one’s still alive.”

Michelangelo flinched at the (what he felt) unnecessarily loud call. They sounded like they were talking through megaphones as it was. Owwww. He moaned again as he stood, rubbing his sore bum. Shell that was a hard fall. He straightened and made his way out of the room, determined to see what his brother and that nutcase robot had done this time.

transformers, tmnt, drabbles

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