beckyh2112 | TF Silliness

... and suddenly I want TF femslash kidfic. o.o

"I hate divorces." Frostbite glared at the paperwork on her desk, the spreading mess of the joining agreement, the last three drafts of the separation agreement, the last two drafts of the other party's separation agreement, precedent cases, and medical records of both the divorcing couple and their lawyers.

"Well, at least it's not your divorce," Bumper pointed out as he tried to herd her desk into some semblance of order.

The female glared at her assistant. No, it wasn't her divorce. Three years ago, it would have been. One year ago, it could have been. Hell, last month, it could have been. And when tomorrow came, it might tempt her to make it her own divorce.

Elita One was infuriating and wonderful by turns. Proud as the ocean - a quiet, unassuming pride that knew her strength and had eons of experience in overcoming others. Steadfast as a rock and nearly as unbending when she dug her heels in. Vicious and under-handed, but oh-so broken.

It still ached to be reminded how powerfully Elita One had loved Optimus, and that she would never be able to give as much of herself to the lawyer.

Yet, the days and nights they had together managed to make up for it. Watching Elita's optics light up with wonder as Frostbite showed her lover the Earth in all of its thousand thousand thousand small and large glories. Shivering under Elita's hands as the pink car played her body like a finely-tuned instrument. Trying not to either grimace or become flustered as Elita threatened severe bodily harm to idiots for hitting on her girlfriend.

Of course, she still had divorce paperwork to take care of.

"Cripes, why does Silverbolt have to be a moron about falling in love?" Frostbite grumbled as she reached for the last draft she'd written of the separation agreement.

"He had to have another problem somewhere, Miss Frostbite." Bumper snagged the other party's separation agreement. "It'd be a bit weird if Vector Sigma gave us someone with only one."

"Yeah, yeah. I hate cross-faction divorces. Let's go over again what that little jackaft prick of a lawyer is saying Motormaster wants. And no, the bastard can damn well not keep in the clause about no one else ever getting to touch Silverbolt sexually."

The office door slid open, and a tiny frosted pink female strode in. Poinsettia stopped in front of the desk and held her arms up imperiously at Bumper. She was barely three-fourths as tall as the minibot, with soft silver accents and black tires on her shoulders and legs.

Bumper picked her up carefully, and flinched as she wriggled and settled herself in his lap.

Poinsettia was picking up the bad habit from her mothers of expecting people to hop to it when they had something they wanted done, Frostbite noted. She'd have to do something about that. "Hello, trouble. Aren't you supposed to be in your berth right now?"

"Mama, Mother said you needed to tell me a story tonight."

A smile crooked Frostbite's mouth. "Did she now?"

"Uh-huh." Poinsettia bobbed her head. "She said I needed something besides her old war stories, or I'd grow up all Decepticon."

"Did she really say that?"

"It's Mother."

"Yes, good point." Frostbite laid down the separation agreement and pushed back her chair. "Come here, and I'll tell you something my father told me when I was a little girl."

"Like me?" Poinsettia scrambled down from Bumper's lap and trotted over to be picked up by Frostbite.

"No, I'm afraid I wasn't much like you as a little girl at all," Frostbite said. "Now, sit tight and listen closely, because I'm not going to repeat this if you let your mind wander. A long time ago, in a land far away..."

This is adorable and awesome on so many levels, but right now all I can process is the howling hilarity of Motormaster and Silverbolt's divorce. :D :D :D :D *DEAD*

argh must go to bed it is 3.30 in the morning @_@

You may blame Silverbolt and Motormaster's divorce on the ever-lovable

monoshiri.

"...and no one shall lay hands on my ex's cockpit, or anywhere else about his person, lest he lose those hands...possessive much?"
"...shut up and sign the scrapping forms."

Yes, yes, she is a Firebird.

*squees and awwws and howls in laughter at fic* Anytime, ANYTIME, you want to use Frostbite, please go right ahead.

"I hate divorces"

Oh yes, yes, she does. Along with probate. Divorce and probate are the things she hates most to do. Can't tell which one makes her want to bash her head into a wall or better yet, bash the involved parties' heads instead repeatedly. ROFL - that clause about no one touching Silverbolt sexually is GOLD. GOLD XD

D'aaaawwww and Poinsettia is such a cutie. And the "No, I'm afraid I wasn't much like you as a little girl at all," got me in such a wistful, poignant way.

Now I'm trying to imagine her all grown up and what her abilities would be. Trouble indeed, I'm thinking. For anyone who dares to cross her.

I was pretty sure I remembered that right, but figured it was better safe than sorry to ask. ^_^

What is probate?

I bet Poinsettia will be quite the heartbreaker when she grows up, too, but that may just be me. Have this vague notion of her doing teenage-rebellion by joining the Decepticons. Give her moms fits, that will.

Legal process of settling the estate of a dead person, more specifically settling all claims to that estate, and divying it up to all the beneficairies named in a will.

Not sure which gets nastier. That or divorce.

Hooo... understatement.

... I wouldn't want to be the next Decepticon to cross either of them. The end would be long and painful.

Ah, probate happens if you don't have a will as well... Probate Court will appoint an administrator to divy things up if things are intestate (without a will).

*had to check that as there's a slight difference in the way Canada and the US handles probate with and without a will*

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