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“Hey! Becka! Becka! BeckaBeckaBeckaBeckaBeckaBeckaBecka!”
Wheeljack groaned and hid his face in his hand, muttering something that sounded like, “Primus not another one!” and Becka hid her grin as an older girl came into the Autobot scientist’s lab, blue and brown hair streaming behind her, her eyes bright.
“Yes Ryuko?”
“What happened to my bag? Still up near the front?”
“Should be.”
“Thanks!”
“Why are you two here again?” Wheeljack asked, looking down at the girl after Ryuko left the room.
“As Ryuko said, and I quote, ‘There’s four inches of snow on the Jeep and we nearly went off the road three times trying to get here! If they don’t want us there, we can sleep in the Jeep with the engine running ‘cause I ain’t driving home in this weather!’ End quote.”
“If you nearly went off the road that much, why did you even try to get out here!?”
“Because it was all on the road off the highway to the base. We were closer to you guys than town.”
Wheeljack scowled at the girl but froze when Ryuko’s voice echoed down the hall, getting closer, the girl eventually coming into the room and chattering at high speed.
“JackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackie! Do you have any duct tape?”
He pointed to the cabinet off to the side and watched as the girl scrambled up to it and pulled out a half dozen rolls before running out of the room again.
“Can we lock the door?”
“She’s pretty calm now. We can lock the door if she gets worse.”
Ratchet came into the room next, staring out the door with confused expression. “Why are there a six blue bottles in the main area?”
“… Are there any tiny, colorful tubes anywhere labeled ‘Pixie Stixs’ near them?” Becka asked, a vague look of horror on her face.
Behind Ratchet, Ryuko ran by the room, the duct tape rolls going up her arms and giggling, her words not even comprehensible in any language. Becka quickly got up and ran to the door, hitting the button that would close and lock it from the inside.
“What was that about?” Ratchet asked.
“She’s caffeinated, sugarfied, and armed with duct tape. It’s every bot from himself now.”
Ratchet still looked confused, but then stared at the door as the giggling passed by again, easily heard through the metal. “Do you think that she would make a good weapon against the Decepticons?”
Becka lost her horrified look and started laughing. “If I didn’t fear getting stomped on by Blurr.”
The giggling went by again and Wheeljack resigned himself for a long night with the medic and the girl. He’ll trust the words of Becka in matters such as this.
Wheeljack groaned and hid his face in his hand, muttering something that sounded like, “Primus not another one!” and Becka hid her grin as an older girl came into the Autobot scientist’s lab, blue and brown hair streaming behind her, her eyes bright.
“Yes Ryuko?”
“What happened to my bag? Still up near the front?”
“Should be.”
“Thanks!”
“Why are you two here again?” Wheeljack asked, looking down at the girl after Ryuko left the room.
“As Ryuko said, and I quote, ‘There’s four inches of snow on the Jeep and we nearly went off the road three times trying to get here! If they don’t want us there, we can sleep in the Jeep with the engine running ‘cause I ain’t driving home in this weather!’ End quote.”
“If you nearly went off the road that much, why did you even try to get out here!?”
“Because it was all on the road off the highway to the base. We were closer to you guys than town.”
Wheeljack scowled at the girl but froze when Ryuko’s voice echoed down the hall, getting closer, the girl eventually coming into the room and chattering at high speed.
“JackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackieJackie! Do you have any duct tape?”
He pointed to the cabinet off to the side and watched as the girl scrambled up to it and pulled out a half dozen rolls before running out of the room again.
“Can we lock the door?”
“She’s pretty calm now. We can lock the door if she gets worse.”
Ratchet came into the room next, staring out the door with confused expression. “Why are there a six blue bottles in the main area?”
“… Are there any tiny, colorful tubes anywhere labeled ‘Pixie Stixs’ near them?” Becka asked, a vague look of horror on her face.
Behind Ratchet, Ryuko ran by the room, the duct tape rolls going up her arms and giggling, her words not even comprehensible in any language. Becka quickly got up and ran to the door, hitting the button that would close and lock it from the inside.
“What was that about?” Ratchet asked.
“She’s caffeinated, sugarfied, and armed with duct tape. It’s every bot from himself now.”
Ratchet still looked confused, but then stared at the door as the giggling passed by again, easily heard through the metal. “Do you think that she would make a good weapon against the Decepticons?”
Becka lost her horrified look and started laughing. “If I didn’t fear getting stomped on by Blurr.”
The giggling went by again and Wheeljack resigned himself for a long night with the medic and the girl. He’ll trust the words of Becka in matters such as this.
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I've borrowed Becka ( 
) without her knowledge, so if you want me to take this down, go ahead and tell me, Tainted-sama.
OCs just thrown in and being crazy. And Ryuko has gone from dark and snarly to highly bouncy.
Craziness.
Blue bottles equal Bawls, my most favorite(and highly caffeinated) drink.
From now on, WTF drabbles will probably mean randomly thrown in OCs.
Enjoy? ^^
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Original Transformers owned by Hasbro and Takara
) without her knowledge, so if you want me to take this down, go ahead and tell me, Tainted-sama.OCs just thrown in and being crazy. And Ryuko has gone from dark and snarly to highly bouncy.
Craziness.
Blue bottles equal Bawls, my most favorite(and highly caffeinated) drink.
From now on, WTF drabbles will probably mean randomly thrown in OCs.
Enjoy? ^^
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Original Transformers owned by Hasbro and Takara
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Lol...I can always read this if I'm feeling down. 