Nichole James has been medically discharged from the Marine Corps. She was in a ambush overseas. She is a heartless, ruthless killer. She is a soulless human being. She only has one person that knows everything about her and its not a person, its an Autobot named Diesel. After the ambush she is taken away and thinks he died trying to save her life. Her superiors send her to N.E.S.T so the boys there can assets her situation. She was the only survivor and won't talk. Then she meets Sunstreaker. They hate each other right off the bat. As much as they hate each other and try to stay away from each other, they always find a way to run into each other. Sunstreaker feels the pull, Sideswipe feels it too. She begins to trust him. He helps her to become more human. She falls for him. Neither of them know what love is, but they learn together. That is until Sunstreaker does the unfathomable. Sideswipe knows somethings not right. Sunny would never do something like that. Sunny's gone, Nichole's devastated. Will Sideswipe get the two back together? Will he fall for her too? Will the lifeless human be able to feel again? Set in Bayverse. Not really set during a specific movie. I do not own Transformers. I only own my character. Mild Swearing and some violence

This story is co-written by SazzyKawaiiCatX3 and I. There will be a summary up soon, just haven't gotten around to it yet. lol Enjoy this Jazz x Prowl fanfic :D

"But isn't that what we did? Confuse our enemies with words while thousands screamed for violence...?" ... Tears streamed down Sideswipe's face as he collapsed onto the floor of the medbay. His bright blue optics were fading into a violet red. The golden warrior crouched to his brother in worry. "Stop!!" The red twin screamed, gripping his black helm with his black digits. His optics were wide and full of terror. He squeezed them tightly shut as Sunstreaker reached forward to comfort his brother. "Sideswipe, stop, it's m-." "Shut up! Just shut up!" He screeched, Sunstreaker removing his servo. The golden warrior had jumped when his brother screamed. He had never heard his brother scream so loud and violently before. What was happening to his twin? ... A short story. Chapter will be short or long. It will vary. Idea only owned by me (juiceboxandexpresso) and @NorthWindsofArk only. Do not take without permission. Enjoy. Cover made by @Hollaugh as a gift.

depressing transformers one-shots

AU of what could have happened if things had gone a little differently after MTMTE 15 (slight spoilers}

OLD VERSION! STORY IS BEING REWRITTEN AND THE REWRITE IS CALLED PULL ME INTO THE DARK. My name... is Mika Nakadai. I've been known to most at school as the Unwanted simply because no one wanted me around. With the exception of my twin Miko of course. I had never once thought my life would change or amount to much... I never knew life as I knew it would change the moment I met that purple motorcycle, nor had I ever guessed why I got strange feelings from the mysterious man in my dreams. This is my story, and I hope you can understand my reasoning's in what I do as you read a long... and see my decent into the darkness like all things that are unneeded. RatchetxOc BulkheadxMiko

"Red, why am ah doin this?" Jazz asked turning away from the computer. "Ratchet wants to be sure you and Prowl are alright now that Cerebrum's recovery is going well. He just wants you to do the log as a kind of stress relief." Red Alert explained. Jazz rolled his optics behind his visor. "Ah already said ah am aye-okay." Jazz insisted. Red Alert frowned, "Ratchet polished his wrenches this morning anticipating that answer." Jazz stiffened. "Well guess ah got some recording ta do!! Now shoo!" Jazz said waving a servo at the mech after changing his mind. The apprentice nodded satisfied with his response and left as Jazz had asked. The saboteur let out a sigh before pressing record: "So ah guess ah need to get some stuff out about Prowl and Cerebrum. Not much ta say 'bout her though, we still bonding. Guess that means it's mostly 'bout Prowl then. Uh...how do I feel...we'll ah know there are very few surprises with Prowler now ah days. Now that's not ah bad thing, but it made the news about tha western base bombing all tha worse. Ah know a lot of good mechs like Cliff and lost their sparks in there, but Prowl always seemed...un-offline-able. Heh...guess that's why ah trusted him enough to become sparkmates, ah could depend on him. He'd always come back. So when ah heard tha news that he didn't make it out, ah just couldn't believe it. Ma Prowl, offline? Just didn't feel right. Now ah know why, he wasn't offline he was in stasis lock till Cerebrum found him. Thank Primus that little femme found him. Ah can see that Prowl cares for her and she cares about him. Heck it's hard not to see it. Prowl doesn't often show emotion. Well around others anyway. But when he heard the little femme scream that day ah saw a fire go into his optics. A vengeful, raging protectiveness for her. Then again ah felt tha same way when we rushed in and saw that beast Slackjaw attacking her. That piece of slag...ah hope he's rusting real bad in tha pits for what he did."

My name is Bronwyn Masters, and my life isn't as great as it used to be. Turns out, an ancestor of mine pissed off a very powerful Mage, and he placed a curse on the family so that anyone who shared, even one thing close to her would join in the curse. My ancestor's name was Brianna Masters, her initials as you can guess were BM... I just so happened to be the unlucky relative that shared her initials and looks. But, let me ask. What happens when you mix a curse dating back almost 5000 years of generations with a shard of something so much older from an alien attack that happened nearly 11 years ago? Well, apparently the two help each other out and create chaos.

This book is going to have masterpieces of art that took a long time to put together. It will have deep and meaningful thoughts..... Okay, so I realized I needed a book where I could just be random. I fought with the idea for a while hence the title. It's more of me saying 'Whatever let's do this.' I don't own the picture... I just thought it was cool.

After thousands of years of being alone, stranded in dead space, she finally picked up a signal. The Autobot leader inviting his followers to the planet Earth. Delta crashes on the organic planet, expecting to find a mass of Autobots welcoming her, but is met a handful of Autobots desperately fighting for their lives and the organic planet. Ironhide is the fist to communicate with her and make any real connection with her. Her innocence amazed him. She seemed to be untouched by the tragedy of war and he envied her. Delta felt safe with the old war veteran. He was gruff and mean, but he was loyal above all else. She admired that and found him to be genuine. Ironhide was who he was and he didn't back down from anything, not even their leader. Their friendship grows and then past that had always haunted Delta comes back to bite her. It leaves her questioning who she is and her place on the team. She even questions her friendship with Ironhide and everything he taught her. There comes a time when we all have to make sacrifices. It leaves her with a feeling of abandonment that she had never felt before. She loses her morality and everything that she thought she was or ever will be. The only one left who understands her is the black-armored weapons specialist who lets down his walls to show her that she wasn't alone. Delta would never be alone as long as Ironhide's spark still burned. A/N: Transformers and the characters, except my OC(s), belong to Hasbro. This is an IronhideXOC story. I hope you enjoy.