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Shattered Glass

(You know, Shattered Glass is tricky with these two, because I keep writing them as protagonists (look, they look awesome in leather pants!), but they’re actually evil. If you want actually evil, throw that prompt my way again! But here goes. Have PURE absurdity.)

She was in a revolutionary movement led by a math professor. That was how bad things had gotten. And now…

…well, planning a heroic, swashbuckling rescue from the depths of the human planet was practically in her job description, right after protecting the innocent. It shouldn’t be, but that was Megatron for you; absurdly heroic.

Several minutes later, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were startled by something enormous breaking down the door, seizing Megatron’s unconscious form around the waist, and tucking him up under an elbow, yelling something incoherent.

A few minutes after that, when Optimus arrived, the objects the something had strewn across the base floor exploded and threw confetti everywhere.

College AU

Strika threw herself onto the rickety bed, which creaked in protest, and threw a hand over her eyes. “You’ll never guess what I caught the freshmen doing.”

“Mmm,” said Megatron, not looking up from his textbook. He’d taken over her desk; his roommates hardly created a good study environment, and three very large men in one very small dorm room was a recipe for disaster. Even before you factored in Lugnut’s voice. Or Blitzwing’s…everything. He turned a page. “I told you being an RA wasn’t conducive to peace of mind.”

“If you’d applied, you wouldn’t be having to live with Lugnut and Blitzwing,” said Strika, “and I’d have my desk.”

Megatron, still not looking up, raised a finger. “One, the distraction would promptly lose me my scholarship. Two, it’s cheaper this way, and the library exists for a reason. Besides, I help you with your history. Don’t pretend you’re not coming off better from this deal.”

“So the freshmen,” said Strika, and Megatron grinned–he’d definitely won. “You know the loft in the common room?”

“Mmm?”

“Bumblebee and Blurr had made a pile of mattresses at the bottom. And were jumping off.”

“Natural selection at work.”

“Alas, Residential Services doesn’t see it that way. Besides, they’d gotten that high-school kid in on it, which is even worse, and a couple of the second-years were looking hopeful. Especially Starscream.”

“It’s Starscream. What were you hoping for?”

“But jumping off the loft. I mean, who does that.”

Megatron took a gulp of coffee and looked at her over the rim of the mug with considerable amusement. “I see. You’re envious.”

“You bet your aft I am,” said Strika.