Glances Into a Spark - Sticks and Stones
Title: Glances Into a Spark - Sticks and Stones
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: ensemble
Rating: PG
Summary: Oneshots about any and possibly all of the movie cast, and then some.
Warnings: language
Notes: Old writing, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
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Bumblebee was waiting for Sam outside of the Patio - an area just outside of the base barracks where an awning, a few lawn chairs, a couple fans and a kiddie pool full of ice, pop and beer was set up for anyone who wanted fresh air without heat stroke. Some of the seats were occupied - Major Lennox doing paperwork, the rest lounging and half-heartedly trying to distract the officer from his work.
Sam bounced out of the barracks with a spring in his step that made Epps groan. "Witwicky, c'mon, man," The Sergeant protested, throwing one of his Skittles at the teen. "How the hell can you be so happy when it's so damn hot out?"
Sam grinned cheesily. "It's easy!" he said, obnoxiously bright. "Just turn that frown upside down!"
Epps snorted, head lolling back against the chair back. "Yeah, well, I turned your momma upside down last night," he drawled. "An' she sure as hell wasn't smiling then."
"Hey, watch it," Sam warned, even as the others laughed and whistled appreciatively. "My mom made you guys cookies."
"And her cookies were good," Epps smirked. "But her muffins were divine."
More laughter, a few catcalls, and Lennox looked briefly up from his clipboard. "Y'know, Bobby," he said mildly. "I never pegged you as the 'muffin' sort."
"No?"
Lennox did an admirable job not grinning. "Nope. Always thought you were more the, ah, 'sausage and gravy' type."
The laughter was downright explosive this time, and Epps gaped at Lennox in offended outrage. "Lay off the man," Mikaela said sweetly, walking up just as Epps opened his mouth to defend himself. "He's just grumpy because the Chair Force doesn't have their golf course built out here yet."
"And Mikaela, out of left field with a killer strike at the Air Force!" Sam cried, gesturing dramatically. "Can the Sarge recover?"
Epps was trying very hard to keep a straight face, made all the more difficult by Sam's wild movements and wrestling-announcer voice. "Goddamn kids," he managed. "Get off'a my patio."
"And he's down for the count!" Sam crowed, throwing up both hands. "Team 'Everyone not Epps' gets the point!" Laughing, the two teens dodged more airborne candy, running over to the still-waiting Camaro. "Heya, 'Bee," Sam greeted breathlessly, clambering into the drivers seat. "How's it going?"
"I am incredibly confused right now," Bumblebee replied simply, driving away from the barracks. "I desperately want to know what that conversation was about, but I'm terrified that you'll give me an honest answer."
Fandom: Transformers
Characters/pairings: ensemble
Rating: PG
Summary: Oneshots about any and possibly all of the movie cast, and then some.
Warnings: language
Notes: Old writing, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
Table of Contents
o o o
Bumblebee was waiting for Sam outside of the Patio - an area just outside of the base barracks where an awning, a few lawn chairs, a couple fans and a kiddie pool full of ice, pop and beer was set up for anyone who wanted fresh air without heat stroke. Some of the seats were occupied - Major Lennox doing paperwork, the rest lounging and half-heartedly trying to distract the officer from his work.
Sam bounced out of the barracks with a spring in his step that made Epps groan. "Witwicky, c'mon, man," The Sergeant protested, throwing one of his Skittles at the teen. "How the hell can you be so happy when it's so damn hot out?"
Sam grinned cheesily. "It's easy!" he said, obnoxiously bright. "Just turn that frown upside down!"
Epps snorted, head lolling back against the chair back. "Yeah, well, I turned your momma upside down last night," he drawled. "An' she sure as hell wasn't smiling then."
"Hey, watch it," Sam warned, even as the others laughed and whistled appreciatively. "My mom made you guys cookies."
"And her cookies were good," Epps smirked. "But her muffins were divine."
More laughter, a few catcalls, and Lennox looked briefly up from his clipboard. "Y'know, Bobby," he said mildly. "I never pegged you as the 'muffin' sort."
"No?"
Lennox did an admirable job not grinning. "Nope. Always thought you were more the, ah, 'sausage and gravy' type."
The laughter was downright explosive this time, and Epps gaped at Lennox in offended outrage. "Lay off the man," Mikaela said sweetly, walking up just as Epps opened his mouth to defend himself. "He's just grumpy because the Chair Force doesn't have their golf course built out here yet."
"And Mikaela, out of left field with a killer strike at the Air Force!" Sam cried, gesturing dramatically. "Can the Sarge recover?"
Epps was trying very hard to keep a straight face, made all the more difficult by Sam's wild movements and wrestling-announcer voice. "Goddamn kids," he managed. "Get off'a my patio."
"And he's down for the count!" Sam crowed, throwing up both hands. "Team 'Everyone not Epps' gets the point!" Laughing, the two teens dodged more airborne candy, running over to the still-waiting Camaro. "Heya, 'Bee," Sam greeted breathlessly, clambering into the drivers seat. "How's it going?"
"I am incredibly confused right now," Bumblebee replied simply, driving away from the barracks. "I desperately want to know what that conversation was about, but I'm terrified that you'll give me an honest answer."