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                          Morning, Decepticon Brig…

Hanging by his wrists in the Decepticon Brig wasn't Wheeljack's idea of a fun time, having a three way with Prime, now that was a fun time. He glared at the cuffs, these blasted things had resisted his every effort to free himself, and the metal was starting to chaff his wrists.

"When I get out of here, I'm going to leave a horrible review." He muttered, more for the noise rather than for humor.

He lifted his head when the door to the brig slid open.

Great, it's Mr. Personality. He thought dryly as Soundwave came into his line of sight.

Ever since he had been captured, Soundwave had been trying to get secrets from the Wrecker. Luckily, said Wrecker had a mod installed that prevented Cons like Soundwave from extracting info straight from Wheeljack's mind.

The silent mech approached the captive, looking him up and down, taking in ever detail before circling him like a bird of prey.

"If you want tip, you really need to up the quality of service around here."

Now, standing in front of him, Soundwave looked at Wheeljack and tilted his head.

"You're not getting anything from here," He continued. "You might as well give up."

"I can be very persuasive." Soundwave said with his usual multiple voiced recordings.

"Yeah, sure you are."

Soundwave's optics narrowed behind his visor, as far as he knew; Wheeljack was the only Autobot with attitude.

The wrecker smirked at the silent mech, knowing that he was irritating the mech, no matter how little.

Turning away, the lithe mech approached a near by table where various tools lie in wait.

Here we go, Wheeljack thought. The torture commences.

Soundwave was going to pick out a tool; he wanted Wheeljack to sweat it out. Psychological torture was far more effective then physical torture. He slowly walked the length of the table, drawing this out for as long as possible.

I wonder what he's going to use this time. That drill hurt like the pit. The moment that thought entered his mind the pain made by the drill shot up his leg, but he refused to make a sound, there was no way he was going to give the freak the satisfaction.

He continued to watch him, wondering what he was up to, was he having problems deciding what to use? Or was he changing his tactics?

Soundwave finally stopped and picked up a laser scalpel, he held it up as though to admire it.

"A scalpel, huh. Planning on doing a little surgery?" Wheeljack quipped then smirked. "Oh, I know. You're tired of not having a face of your own, and you want to take mine."

Soundwave looked at the captive for a moment before turning back to the table.

Only shows what little you know.

"You know, I feel sorry for you, Sounders," Wheeljack continued. "No face and no real voice. Must be real hard to get noticed when you have something to say."

Soundwave rolled his optics as he set the scalpel back as he spotted the prod, even better.

Realizing that his taunts were getting him nowhere, he lapsed back into silence and simply hung here.

Choosing the prod over the laser scalpel, Soundwave approached the captive once more.

The wrecker was tempted to kick at the slender Con when he came close, but decided not to when he spotted the prod. He kept his expression calm and slightly aloof, as he didn't want to give the freak an advantage over him.

Once more, he circled the captive, taking in every detail.

"Starting a dance there, Sounders?"

Soundwave replied by zapping him.

He gritted his teeth, determined not to make a sound, when it stopped he went limp and panted hard, his arms were beginning to hurt.

Slag it that hurt.

Soundwave tilted his helm as he found himself looking at Wheeljack's aft; he turned off the prod and proceeded to lightly graze almost like a lover's carcass the wrecker's aft with it. He smirked at the reaction.

"Whoa! What the slag do you think you're doing?!" Wheeljack exclaimed as he jerked away.

Soundwave walked around to face him again, a smiley face on his visor.

"Do you get a kick out of touching other mechs afts?" Wheeljack asked glaring.

"No, but I do like to have fun." Soundwave replied, using his actually voice.

Wheeljack blinked in surprise at the sound of the rich and sultry voice, it sent a shiver of desire creep up his spine. The only ones that could do that to him were Prime and Arcee when their voices were filled with lusty desire.

Soundwave smirked a little. "And incase you're wondering… yes, I do have a face."

"Smiley emotes don't count." Wheeljack replied flippantly.

Soundwave stepped closer, his voice husky. "Shows what you know."

Once more a shiver of desire crept up the wrecker's spine. "Then… why don't you prove me wrong?"

The other tilted his head, a small smirk in his tone. "Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe it is. What are you going to do about it?" He tried unsuccessfully to keep his mind out of the gutter.

Soundwave chuckled softly before stepping back, reached up and removed his visor.

Wheeljack's jaw dropped, he honestly couldn't believe what he was looking at, Soundwave had to be the most beautiful mech he had ever seen. Optics the color of a metallic lilac almost like Megatorn's optics when he was wigging out on Dark Energon, only far more stunning and beautiful. They were looking at him below a pair of full and shapely lips that were upturned in a sexy smirk. On top of all that, there wasn't a single flaw that he could see.

"Ok, I'll bite," Wheeljack finally said, spark pounding. "Why do you cover up your face when you look like that?"

Soundwave smiled. "I have a reputation to protect. Only a trusted few have seen my true face."

"If that's the case, why show me?"

Soundwave gave a sexy chuckle before getting into Wheeljack personal space.

"So I can do this." Before Wheeljack could even ask what he was talking about, he kissed the Autobot.

Wheeljack's optics widened with shock. What the in the pit was going on?! To his shame he found himself returning the kiss. He was so focused on those soft, plump lips that he didn't even notice that another had just entered the brig.

Engine purring softly, Soundwave pressed close and deepened the kiss while wrapping his arms around the wrecker to beckon the Con closer.

Erotic images of the wrecker taking the sexy Con entered his mind as he let Soundwave's glossa past his lips. He gave soft groan as their glossa dueled for dominance, he felt himself harden at the thought of a three way entered his mind. A three way between himself, Prime, and Soundwave. He briefly wondered if the lithe mech was a screamer, Primus hearing Sounders scream his name as his climaxed would…. Wait… WHAT WAS HE DOING?!

Soundwave felt Wheeljack stiffen against him, he broke the kiss and backed off before the wrecker could retaliate.

"Shockwave now."

Wheeljack barely had time to recover from the kiss when he felt something connect to the back of his head, making him stiffen and his optics dim.

Soundwave smirked as the patch took immediate effect.

"Are you ready, Soundwave?" Shockwave asked, holding up the other end of the patch.

Soundwave nodded once before taking other end of the cord and hooking it to the back of his head, at that same moment Shockwave activated the patch. He stiffed but managed to stay up right as darkness filled the room.

The patch created a pathway between the connected parties' minds. It would allow Soundwave to explore Wheeljack's memories so he could find the info he needed.

Soundwave could feel Wheeljack's presence in this limbo, but he couldn't worry about that now, he was on a mission.

Wheeljack was confused not to mention disoriented. What happened? The last thing he remembered was Soundwave kissing him, he felt shame fill his spark when he remembered returning the kiss.

Soundwave paused when he heard voices; he easily recognized Arcee's voice, he followed it until it lead him to a memory involving herself and Wheeljack.

"Are you sure, you're ok with this?" The Wrecker asked.

Arcee smiled and placed her hand on the side of his face. "I'm sure."

Wheeljack smiled back before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.

Interesting, Wheeljack is bonded to Arcee, this could be useful.

Wheeljack wondered around aimlessly he was trying to make sense of things. He knew he was in his own mind but it was still a little freaky.

Scrap, I can't find the location of their new base, nor can I can find the codes.

As he continued sorting through the Wrecker's memories, he found one that was rather steamy.

Wheeljack grunted as Prime pinned him against a wall, everyone was out on patrol save for Ratchet who was busy with other things, so it was just the two of them. Primus, he loved this side of Optimus, so wild… so hot! He explored the larger mech's new body, looking for familiar and new hotspots, moaning and groaning as the Autobot leader fragged him mercilessly!

Ah, a three way bond. Even better. Soundwave smirked before moving on, though he couldn't help but feel a stab of jealously at the look of unbridled passion on Wheeljack's face as the Prime ravaged him.

Primus, I hope the little glitch doesn't find the memory of me and Bulk when we got into high grade after coming back from that disaster of a mission. Wheeljack though with growing dread.

Soundwave just stared, mouth slightly a gap as he watched said memory involving the two severely wasted Wreckers. He gave a small shudder before continuing forward.

"Soundwave! I know you're in here! Show yourself!"

Soundwave paused upon hearing the Wrecker's voice.

No matter, even if he finds me, he cannot hurt me.

"This connection works both ways. If I can find Soundwave, I'll be about to get into his mind," Wheeljack quietly mused. "Being third in command and head of intelligence, he must have a lot of secrets that would be invaluable."

Soundwave continued sorting through the Wrecker's memories to see what else he could find. There were plenty of them that included missions, a slag load of firefights and explosions.

Primus, Wheeljack likes to blow slag up. Other then that, nothing useful.

"There you are!"

Soundwave turned and narrowed his optics as he faced the angered Wrecker. He couldn't physically fight him while in this limbo; however, he could hold him off mentally.

"Having fun peeping at my memories, you pervert?" Wheeljack asked, gather himself up to fight.

He knew Soundwave believed that he had the upper hand in this situation, but what the lithe mech didn't know was that he had been in this situation before. During his time with the Wreckers before Ultra Magnus took over and ruined it for him, he had been captured and forced to endure the patch then have a Con rip through memories to gather every scrap of info he could find. He had managed to find a way to fight back and force his way into the other's mind and he still knew how to do it.

The silent mech took a step towards the Autobot to start the battle of wills, he smirked a little when Wheeljack took out his swords, the fool truly believed he could fight him while in this realm. Feeling confident with himself, he continued to approach the Wrecker.

"Ready to get your aft handed to you, Con?" Wheeljack taunted.

"You're Confident, considering that you're out of your league." Soundwave replied.

"What makes you so sure about that?"

All Soundwave did was smile at him.

Wheeljack just smiled right back before charging the Con.

When the Wrecker was only a few feet away, Soundwave lifted his hand, palm out, causing the white Autobot to freeze in place.

Knowing that Soundwave couldn't truly harm him but merely confuse him, he closed his optics and concentrated then took a step forward.

What?! How is this possible?! Soundwave thought with wide shock filled eyes.

"What's the matter? Did I surprise you?" Wheeljack smirked and continued walking forward.

Soundwave didn't understand how this was even happening, he shouldn't be able to move, this was his domain! He had control here!

Lunging forward, Wheeljack grabbed the sides of Soundwave's helm and closed his optics, willing himself to enter Soundwave's head.

Once more Soundwave found himself alone, but he still felt the Wrecker's presence. Some how the bot had forced himself into his mind, now everything he knew was at Wheeljack's fingertips!



Looking through Soundwaves' memories, Wheeljack came across one that caught his interest; it was during his time as a Gladiator. He had to admit, the mech looked impressive. He crossed his arms as he watched the memory, studying his fighting skills and wondering why a mech that had suffered under the cruel oppression of the time would serve one hell bent on enslaving the universe…

Soundwave stepped into the arena, the bloodthirsty roar of the crowd was deafening, but he tuned it out. He needed to remain focused if he was going too win this next match.

Wheeljack felt like he was part of the roaring crowd as he watched, his optics widened when he saw Megatron stepped into the arena, chest still splattered with blood from a fight prior to this one. The silver mech reached for a shield before unsheathing his blade.

Soundwave had heard about this mech, he was savage as he was cunning. It would be unwise to underestimate him.

Megatron sneered at his opponent from across the arena; at first glance the mech looked dismissive and not much of a threat, but he kept his guard up. It wasn't always the strongest that won fights.

Soundwave grabbed a sword and shield for himself as he continued to walk into the center of the arena.

"So… you're Soundwave," Megatron said, looking the mech up and down. "They say you're pretty strong."

"Strength isn't everything." Soundwave replied.

Hearing that sexy voice again, send shivers through Wheeljack's frame.

"Perhaps not, but it is important. Even in here." Megatron stated.

A loud BANG sounded, signaling the fight to begin.

With a roaring battle cry, Megatron charged his opponent and brought down his sword in a swing that was known for cleaving heads with one swing and would have no doubt cleaved this mech in half.

Soundwave sidestepped the attack then used his shield and slammed into Megatron's back. The force of the blow made Megatron stagger forward a few feet but he kept his balance. He spun around to face him again, his optics bright and filled with blood lust.

"Very good. However, you should have used your sword!" He gave another roaring battle cry before attacking.

The fight quickly became more savage, yet neither fighter seemed to gaining or losing ground. Megatron slashed and hacked at Soundwave, chopping off tentacles that came to close; the floor of the arena was stained with blood from both fighters.

Soundwave flipped over one of Megatron's swings and landed behind him, he slashed his sword across the larger gladiator's back, smirking at the roar of pain.

The roar of the crowd became louder and deafening as the silver gladiator became more ferocious in his attacks, forcing the other mech back with the force of his blows. It would appear that like so many battles before this, he would win.

Soundwave injured and on his back narrowed his eyes and kicked out, his foot coming in contact with the silver mech's knee.

Megatron grunted in pain and went down, but he stopped his fall with a free hand.

Ignoring his wounds, Soundwave forced himself to stand, a blood stained jagged sword clutched in his hand.

Megatron also managed to get up, glaring at him, teeth bared in a sneer. "You'll pay for that."

However, despite the threat, nether made a move to strike the other down; they were too injured and too exhausted to continue their savage duel. This caused the crowd to become restless as they waited; it wasn't long before they started yelling and throwing things at them. This was a gladiator pit, they wanted blood!

Megatron looked at them, hatred simmering his optics. "Pampered, spoiled fools."

"Well…" A voice boomed over the loud speaker. "It appears that this match ends with… a draw…"

The audience booed and screamed, they didn't want a draw!

"Look that them. All they care about is themselves," Megatron said, his optics burning into Soundwave. "This caste system is corrupt and rotten to the core; I know that you can help me change that."

Soundwave looked at the crowd just to avoid Megatron's intense stare. He swallowed before looking him, their optics locking.

"What do you have in mind?"

"A revolution."
TFP Last of the Predacons Ch.13
This was one of my favorite scenes to write, flash backs and all. Soundwave is one sexy beast. Prepare for a shit load of italics! Enjoy.

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Stormshadow gnawed on a bone while Starscream played with her tail, he was trying to keep it from moving by pinning it down with his front paws. When he believed he had succeeded, his quarry some how managed to escape, it was maddening!

He was just about to pounce when his father and brother entered the den, he called his brother over to help him, maybe with another set of paws he could finally pin down Storm's tail.

Megatron growled playfully as he pounced and grabbed his mother's tail with his teeth, he sat on his haunches looking rather pleased with himself.

Stormshadow smiled at her son, thankful their teeth were not strong enough to draw blood.

"I think Megatron may have found a new friend," Galvatron purred as he lay beside his mate. "That cute hatchling with white scales."

"I've seen her around, feisty little thing." Storm smiled.

"She gave Megatron a lick on the muzzle when I came to get him."

"That's adorable." His mate replied, looking over at her sons.

'I thought you didn't like Amber.' Starscream stated.

'We were just playing tag,' Megatron replied, dropping Storm's tail, 'Then we hunted a few bugs.'

'And that ended with her giving your cheek a lick?' His brother retorted with an eyebrow raised.

'How am I supposed to know what females think?' Megatron chirped.

Starscream shrugged. 'I don't know. I don't even know what mom and dad are doing half the time.'

'Tell me about it. Adults are weird.'

Starscream glanced over at his parents; Stormshadow was growling at Galvatron when he tried to take the bone from her. However, he could see that the female was smiling at her mate as she growled.

Galvatron playfully growled back, nuzzling the side of her head. Smoke puffed out of Storm's nostrils and into his face.

"You have a visitor." He purred.

Storm looked over her shoulder and smiled at her first-born.

"Hello, little one."

Megatron chirped at her as she climbed onto her back and settled down between her shoulder blades to sleep, worn out from playing all day. Starscream was right behind his brother and curled up next to him, they were asleep within moments.

"Let's get our sleepy cubs to bed." Galvatron rumbled.

"I'd hate disturb them though."

"Shall we just let them sleep on your back then?" The purple-scaled dragon asked.

"Just this once."

"As you wish, my love."


Sentinel dragged his kill to a sheltered spot before setting down to eat all the while staying alert for signs of rogues. He had run into a few since his exile and quickly learned how to fight like one so he could survive on his own. The rules were different, there was no room for honor, only the strong and cunning survived while the weak perished.

He had easily adapted these laws and even enjoyed it. His hackles rose as he sensed another presence near by, his suspicions were proven correct when a growl broke the silence.

"Back away from the kill and I'll let you live."

Sentinel growled and rose to his feet. "This is my kill. And the only way you can take it from me is over my dead body."

"That can be arranged." The speaker replied before stepping out into the open.

Sentinel sank his claws into the ground as he sized up the rouge. Despite his lean frame he was well muscled and like every rogue he had seen his scales were chipped in places and he bore a few scars, tokens from his life as a rogue. He had a few of his own and he rather proud of them.

The rogue's nostrils flared and his eyes darkened when he caught Sentinel's scent. "You smell like one of those blasted Autodragons. You're a long way from home."

Sentinel's eyes narrowed. "You got a problem with Autodragons?"

"Yeah, I do. They take all the good hunting grounds and attack anyone who isn't from their clan. The Deceptidragons are just as worse."

"Talk to someone who cares."

The rouge growled and sank his claws into the ground he was not leaving!

Annoyed with rogue, Sentinel faked a charge, wings raised in hopes to chase the rogue off. His ruse didn't work; it only gave the rogue a reason to attack.

The two snarling beasts collided and rolled across the forest floor as they savagely fought one another. The rogue slashed at Sentinel's legs, aiming for the tendons to cripple him, the Autodragon reacted by whipping around and slamming his tail into the side of the rogue's face.

The intruder backed off and shook his head to clear his spinning vision; he quickly recovered and attacked his rival, smirking when his claws sank into the others shoulder, drawing blood.

"It would appear that first blood is mine." The rogue smirked.

"Don't let it go to your head." Sentinel growled.

"How about I just take your head instead?" The rogue growled back.

They attacked each other again once more only using their teeth and their claws, neither had the desire to use fire, it would serve to destroy territory and prey.

Sentinel used his training to overwhelm the rogue and pushed him back until his opponent tripped over an exposed root, where he slammed his head into the other's chest then just as quickly pinned him down.

The rogue struggled for a few heartbeats before finally going limp; he knew when he was beaten.

Sentinel kept the other male pinned with one paw while he raised the other to deliver the finishing blow. Said paw hovered for a moment before he lowered it and backed away from the rogue.

"Get out of here," He growled. "But be warned, I will not spare you the time we meet."

The rogue looked at him, confusion written all over his face. "I don't understand. Why don't you just finish it?"

"Killing you will not end my exile."

The rogue blinked. "Exile?"

"I was exiled from my clan for an entire year."

"What did you do?"

"That is no concern of yours, go."

The rogue got to his paws then glanced at the kill; a light coating of dirt from their fight covered it.

Sentinel looked at the kill then at the rogue and sighed, "Take it."

The rogue looked at him with wide greenish blue eyes. "B-But, this is your kill. Giving it to me when I was defeated in battle, doesn't make sense."

Sentinel just rolled his eyes. "Just take it already. You seem to need it more then I do."

The rogue looked back at the kill before approaching it; he paused then looked back at Sentinel.

"There's enough meat on this thing for us to share." He nudged the kill with his muzzle.

Sentinel sighed softly, the rogue was adamant about wanting to share this large prey item. "Very well, but once we're finished you are leaving."

They ate in silence for a while and while they ate, Sentinel hadn't realized just how lonely he felt until this very moment. He gave an inward sigh, he may have easily adapted to life as a rogue, but he was still an Autodragon, he enjoyed the company of others. He glanced at the rogue and wondered if he should ask the rogue to stay.

"What?" The rogue asked when he noticed that Sentinel had looked at him.

"I was just thinking that we should stick together, that way we can hunt down larger prey and defend it from others." Sentinel said causally, hoping that he didn't sound desperate for companionship.

Like before, the rogue started at him with confusion. "You are the strangest dragon I've ever met and I've met some strange ones in the past. Say I agree, what do you get out of this?"

"Aside from getting the chance at larger and meatier prey… a possible friend and potential ally."

The rogue studied him for the longest moment, look for signs of deception when he found none; he licked his muzzle clean of blood before replying.

"Sure why not, but before we go any further I think we should give each other our names."

"Sounds reasonable, my name is Sentinel."


"Well, Thade," Sentinel said with a small smile. "Shall we finish eating before I show you my den?"

"You have a den?"

"Commandeered it from two giant cave sloths." Sentinel grinned.

"Gutsy, I hope you kept the pelts."

"Of course, follow me."

As Thade followed Sentinel into the undergrowth, he found himself liking the blue-scaled dragon. Reminded him of himself actually.


"Here we are." Sentinel announced a few minutes later, emerging from thick underbrush.

Thade looked around in approval, the cave was set back far enough that the bushes kept it mostly hidden without making it difficult to get in or out in case of an emergency. It appeared deep enough to keep the warmth inside should a fire be started.

After shaking the water from their wings, the pair entered the cave, it was a little on the small side but seemed cozy. The two cave sloth pelts were piled near a spot against the back wall; the rest of the animal eaten and the bones tossed.

Sentinel stood at the far end, pawing at a fire pit, he grabbed a few dry sticks and placed them on the dying embers.

Thade wanted to be helpfully in some way, but he didn't want to make it seem as thought Sentinel couldn't make a fire. Some dragons were a bit sensitive about that. Stretching, he lay down on of the pelts, he hadn't felt quite so full in a few moons, and it was making him rather sleepy.

Before going to sleep, Sentinel tended to his injury during the fight, he glanced at Thade and saw that he was already asleep, curled up in the pet, snoring softly. Giving a quiet yawn, he slide under the second pelt and slowly fell asleep. The last thought to cross his mind was that his exile wouldn't be so bad now that Thade was there with him.
Dragonformers Ch. 18
'Sup peeps! Sorry it took so long to update my fanfics. Anyway, here's the latest chapter of Dragonformers. We finally get to see what Sentinel has been up to during his exile and I get to introduce my latest OC to make an appearance in one of my fanfics.

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Roxanne just laughed then stopped when she remembered a few things.


"What's wrong?"

"I just realized that my plan is going to back fire."

"What plan?" Leo asked.

Roxanne went on to explain that she had left a message saying that her mother had called telling her that her Gymnastics Coach in Germany wanted her back on the team.

"You told your dad that you're going back to Germany?" Mikey stated.

"I lived in Germany with my mom for nine years. She put me in Gymnastics because I wouldn't stop doing Summersaults and Cartwheels in the house and as it turned out I was a natural."

"So what was your plan exactly?" April wondered.

"Well," Roxy replied, clearing her throat a little. "I know my dad would believe the whole Gymnastics thing."

"What makes you think that?" Leo said.

"Because over the course of nine years, I either talked or emailed him telling him all about it and how fun it was."

"If your dad is going to believe it, why do you think it'll backfire?" Donnie asked.

"The School."

"Yeah… if you miss too much school, they'll call your dad." Her friend said.

"Well, I think you should keep your stories straight." Leo suggested.

April and Roxanne nodded in agreement.

"Why not just say you're moving. It makes more sense, not to mention way more believable." Raph put in.

"The school is still going to call her dad." April countered.

"This is what happens when I don't think things through." Roxanne grumbled

"I'm sure we'll think of something." The red head told her.

"Preferably before her father believes she's been kidnapped." Raph stated.

Roxanne had to resist the urge to throw her plate at him.

"Dude! Not cool!" Mikey said.

Having heard that, Chester scampered over to Raph, stood on his hind legs and started angrily squeaking and chittering at him.

Raph had no idea what to do with the angry rodent; he glanced at Roxanne who was trying not to laugh.

"I think he wants you to apologize." Donnie stated.

"Ok, I'm sorry. Geeze." Raph said a few seconds later.

Satisfied, Chester went back to all fours and scampered back to Roxanne.

"I think you just avoided having several holes chewed into your sheets tonight Raph."

"Yeah, what ever. Hey! That's mine!" Raph shouted as Chester made off with his last dumpling.

"Brave little guy." Mikey grinned.

"I think I just saw Chester smirk." Roxanne pointed out as the small rodent started eating the dumpling.

"I think you're right." April said as Raph grumbled and headed for the fridge.

"I'm starting to think Chester is smarter then the average rat. Where did you find him?" Donnie asked.

"Pet store," She replied. "It was either him or another Hissing Cockroach."

Raph did a spit take and sprayed orange juice on the front of the fridge. "Cockroach?! Where?!"

Roxanne raised an eye brow at Raph's reaction then glanced at April.

"He's terrified of roaches."

"Why? They're harmless."

The red head just shrugged. "Doesn't matter to him."

Raph went on a tirade about the time Donnie's spy roach became an unstoppable killing machine after falling into mutagen. No one was really listening to him.

"Anyway, I don't think he liked me very much."

"What do you mean?"

"He wouldn't stop hissing at me."

April giggled a little before asking. "So what happened to him?"

"He was eaten by a hawk."

"Bummer." Mikey stated.

Roxanne just shrugged. "Circle of life."

"So you bought Chester afterwards?" Donnie asked tossing a towel and Raph so could clean up the front of the fridge.

"No, six months after I can back to the States. Met April a few weeks later."

"So where did you live before that?" Leo asked.

"In Germany, with my mother. My parents divorced when I was five."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

Roxanne shrugged again. "It was a long time ago. Besides, I can speak German."

"That's cool, Master Splinter taught us some Japanese." Leo stated.

"Oh! Say something in German." Mikey asked.

Roxanne smiled before speaking a phrase in German.

"What did you say?"

"Where's the shoe store?" Roxanne smiled.

April snorted while Mikey laughed.

"C'mon, guys. We better head to the dojo so we can train with Master Splinter." Leo said after putting his dishes in the sink.

Raph groaned in irritation, he hated training right after eating. He crossed his arms and grumbled as he followed Leo out, Mikey and Donnie weren't far behind him.

"Let's go watch, it's awesome." April grinned.

Chester finished cleaning his whiskers before climbing up Roxanne's arm and settled himself on her shoulder.

Smiling a little, mutated teen stroked him between the ears as she followed after April and the turtles.

Leo suddenly paused on his way to the dojo, something wasn't right he could feel it.

"What's you're problem, Leo? I thought we were heading to the dojo." Raph demanded.

"Something seems… off." He replied.

Roxanne was standing next to Mikey, she leaned in and whispered. "He must feel a disturbance in the Force."

Mikey snorted and covered him mouth to stop himself from laughing.

A smoke bomb exploded in front of them, causing the teens to cry out in surprise and fall back on their butts. When the smoke cleared, Splinter was standing in front of them a calm look on his face, though there was a hint of a smirk on his muzzle. He pulled out a wooden sword from behind his back, the four turtles tensed at the sight of it.

He held the sword out over his head and announced. "Randori!"

"Scatter!" One of the turtles yelled, the four boys scattered like cockroaches caught in direction sunlight.

April couldn't help but giggle as she watched the boys flee, while Roxanne was rather confused by their reaction.

Splinter seemed satisfied with the boy's reaction; he then turned his attention to the girls.

April swallowed a bit, unsure what he was going to do, for she hasn't experienced this part of her training yet.

Splinter glanced at Roxanne first before faking a swing at her, just to see how she would react. She disappoint, the moment he swung the sword in her direction, she performed a backwards summersault then couched a few feet away. She did this while holding Chester close without hurting him.

"Wow! That was really cool, Roxy." April exclaimed.

Chester on the other hand was not, although he wasn't hurt, he wasn't happy about the sudden flip/

"Thanks, nine years of Gymnastics." Roxanne smiled then looked at Chester. "Sorry, buddy. Reflex."

Chester clicked his teeth in annoyance as he clung to her just in case she decided to do it again.

"Impressive, Roxanne." Splinter said with a small nod.

"It was pretty cool." April agreed.

Roxanne felt herself blush.

"How far did you get in your training?" He asked.

"I was the best… well, second best, would have gone to the Nationals but the universe decided to throw a Monkey Wrench into that plan."

April but an arm around her friend's shoulders. "The universe has a habit of doing that."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Roxanne muttered.

April gave her a reassuring smile before hugging her.

Splinter watched them for a moment before clearing his throat. "We will continue this another time; you can tell the boys they can stop hiding."

"Of course, Master Splinter."

After saying good night to the girls, Splinter headed for the dojo to most like meditate before going to bed.

"Ok… so where would they run off too?" Roxanne asked unsure where to start.

"The Noodle Shop is closed this late at night." April replied.

"Then besides the Noodle Shop, where would they hide?"

April was silent for a long moment before speaking up. "Well, they made their own skate park near an abandoned Subway station. C'mon, I'll take you here there."


"I think we're getting close." Roxanne stated a few minutes later.

"I think you're right."

Roxanne looked at April. "You can smell it too?"

"Smell what?"

"Leather, sweat, and oil."

"Wow, you can smell all that?"

Roxanne nodded. "And it's getting stronger."

April sniffed but the only this she could smell was the sewer. Her friend's ear twitched moments before they heard Mikey's familiar "Booyakasha!"

"Well, we found Mikey at least. The others shouldn't be too far behind."

April nodded then rounded a corner.

"Watch out! I can't stop!" Mikey shouted.

The girls looked up to see Mikey on his skateboard flying through the air coming straight at them. He would have crashed into them if Raph hadn't jumped in and yank them out of harms way.

"Thanks." Roxanne said a moment later.

"No problem." Raph grunted.

"Sorry about that." Mikey said skateboarding back.

"You need to be more careful." Raph scolded.

"I didn't know they were coming!"

"Let it go, Raph. It was an accident." Leo replied.

"Alright, fine."

"So how did you escape Splinter?" Mikey asked.

"He didn't do anything to us." April replied.

"He didn't swing that sword at you?"

"At Roxanne he did."

"Let me guess, she got hit." Raph scoffed crossing his arms.

"Nope, she back flipped out of the way." April grinned.

Roxanne's ears went back when she heard Raph mutter something about beginners luck.

"That's pretty impressive, Roxanne." Leo commented.

"Nine years of Gymnastics kind of helped." Roxanne replied almost sheepishly.

"We've had 15 years old training and we can barely dodge most of them,"

"Like I said, beginners luck." Raph muttered.

"Jealous much?" Leo smirked.

Raph just glared daggers at Leo while the sword welding turtle just grinned.

"This place is pretty cool, how did you find it?"

"We just stumbled across it while exploring."

"Took forever to clean up though." Mikey commented.

"Yeah, especially when you were making messes just as fast as we cleaned them." Raph stated.

Leo just rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, Master Splinter said you guys could stop hiding now."

"Yeah, we've heard that before." Raph scoffed.


It was around 2:30 in the morning when there was movement in the lair and a narrow beam of light cut into the kitchen as Raph made himself a late night sandwich. He looked up from his soon to be master piece when the light 'tick, tick' of claws on the stone floor of the lair caught his attention. Wondering who else could be up this late, he set the mayo jar down to see who it was, due to the dim lighting, he soon spotted who he thought was Splinter walking around.

"Hey, Master Splinter. Did you want a late night snake too?"

There was no response from the bipedal rat.

"Master Splinter? Can… you hear me?" Raph asked again before walking over.

Still no response and as it turned out, it wasn't Master Splinter. It was Roxanne.

"Oh, it's you, Roxanne. Couldn't sleep?"

There was no response from the grayish blue rat, she also had a glazed over look in her green eyes.

"Hey… are you ok? Can… can you even hear me?" He asked, grabbing her shoulder. That earned him a punch to the face.

"Ow! What was that for?!" No response.

I can't believe this, she asleep! And she just punched me in the face!

The sleep walking she-rat turned around and started walking away. Noticing she was heading toward the stairs that led to the sewers, he quickly realized that if he didn't do anything, Roxanne would most likely end up some where dangerous.

"Alright, Roxie. Let's get you back to bed." He quietly said this time gently taking her arm.

He braced himself for the punch but nothing happened sighing a little he guided her back to the blowup mattress.

Chester lifted his head from the pillow when he heard foot steps approaching.

"That's it, nice and easy." Raph murmured as he guided her back.

Chester yawned and scratched himself behind the ear before going back to sleep. Roxanne sleep walking was nothing new to him.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he covered her with the blanket and wondered if he should tie her to something to prevent her from walking off again.

Chester squeaked softly at Raph and shook his head as though he knew what the hotheaded turtle was thinking.

"Oh, mind your own business, fur ball."

Chester narrowed his eyes and clicked his teeth, something he only did when annoyed.

Raph ignored him and looked around, making sure that Roxanna wouldn't trip on anything should she start sleep walking again.

"Sleep tight, fur ball. If she starts walking around again, squeak or something."

Chester twitched his whiskers in reply before closing his eyes.

Raph got up from the mattress and started moving some stuff off the floor before heading back into the kitchen.


The next morning….

The smell of eggs and toast was what woke Roxanne the next morning. Chester was already away, running from end of the mattress to the other, wanting to eat.

"Calm down, I'm up." She groaned, sitting up. She was not much of a morning person.

Chester squeaked before climbing up her arm and settled as always on her shoulder.

She stroked him between the ears as she stood up and headed for the kitchen where she saw Mikey at the stove. She yawned as she took a seat.

"Morning!" Mikey said cheerfully. "Cheddar omelet for Breakfast?"

"Sounds good." She replied, yawning again.

"One Cheddar Omelet coming up. Does the little guy eat eggs?"

"Yeah, but can you hold the spices please?"

"Sure. For you too or just him."

"Just him."

"Got it."

Roxanne stretched again before asking. "Need any help?"

"Nah, I'm good. I love to cook." Mikey said grinning at her.

"Maybe you and I could make something together sometime." Roxanne offered with a smile of her own.

"Sounds good."

Roxanne smiled again turned to see Donnie and April enter the kitchen together. April had some major bed head.

"Morning, you guys," Mikey greeted. "Usual for you, Don?"

"Yes, thank you." Donnie replied as they walked past Roxanne.

Roxanne caught Donnie's scent on April as they walked past, which mean that she had stay in Donnie's room last night.

Beauty and Geek. Classic. She thought with an inward smile.

"One sausage and green pepper Omelet coming up. And for you April?"

"I'll have the same." The red head replied.

"You got it."

Roxanne yawned again and scratched the back of her head as she waited for her breakfast.

"Orders up!" Mike announced a few minutes later.

"Thanks, Mikey." Donnie said.

Mikey just grinned.

"Morning." Raph said tiredly as he entered the kitchen.

"Rough night?" Donnie asked.

"Depends. Does getting sucker punched by a sleep walking Roxanne count as a rough night?"

Roxanne spat out what ever what she had just been drinking and started coughing.

"What?" Mikey asked.

"Last night I found Roxanne sleep walking and when I took her arm, she punched me in the nose."

"Well, that was your first mistake," Donnie commented. "Never wake a sleep walker; you're lucky she just punched you."

"Crud, I knew I forgot something," Roxanne confessed after her coughing fit past.

"Wait. You've done this before?"

"Punch people? No, but I do have a sleeping disorder that causes me to sleep walk."

"That could have been nice before hand." Raph grumbled.

"Sorry about that, it kind of slipped my mind."

"Gotta admit; you have a pretty mean right hook."

Roxanne smiled a little. "Thanks, a friend of mine taught me a few things during a Martial Arts Expo in Berlin Germany."

"So that how you were able to dodge Splinter's strike," April commented. "You already have some training."

"I wouldn't say that, she just showed me a few things."

And then some. She added to herself then looked at her hands to hide her blush, completely forgetting she was covered in fur.

"Good morning everyone." Splinter greeted as he entered the kitchen.

There was a collective of 'Morning Splinter' or 'Master Splinter' from those in the room.

"Morning, Master Splinter," Mikey greeted cheerfully. "One sunny side up, coming up."

Roxanne took out her cell and started looking at pictures she had taken.

"Here's your omelet, Master Splinter." Mikey stated a few moments later.

"Ah, thank you, my son." Splinter replied.

After making sure everyone had their breakfast, Mikey made some for himself and they all ate in silence.

Finishing his meal, Chester cleaned his whiskers for a moment before climbing onto Roxanne's shoulder, she put down her phone to stroke him between the ears and he gave a soft squeak of contentment.

Once everyone was finished with their breakfast, Mikey picked up the dishes; he glanced down at Roxanne phone and paused.

"Whoa! Is that a picture of Bradford?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. That was taken at the Expo." Roxanne replied.

The turtles crowed around to get a look at the picture on the phone, much to the annoyance of Chester.

"Who are the two girls with him?" Donnie asked.

"The dark haired girl is me, the strawberry blond is his niece; Isabeau Bradford. I just called Bo."

"Dogpound has a niece?" Mikey asked.

"Dogpound?" Roxanne echoed.

"Bradford works for a man called the Shredder," Raph explained. "Total nut job. He and another of Shredder's goons named Xever tried to blow up the sewers to get to us after being covered in Mutagen."

"Well, that's going to be on awkward family reunion." Roxanne commented.

"That's putting it mildly." Raph replied.

"We call him 'Dogpound' because he turned into a dog and he pounded us into the ground when we tried to take him for first time after he was mutated." Mikey put in.

"And this Xever person?"

"Turned into a fish."

Roxanne snorted as she tried not to laugh.

"Yeah! He's called Fishface now; he has these mechanical legs so he can walk around." Mikey finished.

"I'll be sure to give them a wide berth if I ever seem them."

Man, this city is just getting weirder and weirder.
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sniftpiglet Featured By Owner 5 days ago  Professional Digital Artist
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Ratchet 6: *brings her over to Percy* Here.
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Percy: *tries to sit up*
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Sides: *supports him*
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Percy: *optics soften and fill with tears at the sight if his daughter*
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Hardshell: *grins* I can't wait.
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Maelstrom: *smirks*
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shozurei Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014
Do you want to be Megatron, Soundwave, or Starscream?
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shozurei Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2014
Ok. Regular rp or full? And finally G1, TFA, or Prime?
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Full and a mix between Prime and G1
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I kinda want Star to be tortured and such to the brink of insanity >> The poor thing lol
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