AN: As I am spending a week at friends due to my parents twenty fifth anniversary. I decided that I could finally update most of my stories. Apologies but this year has been particularly hard for me and I recently had mock exams, most of which were quite good results. Apologies if I sound a bit 19th century. I've been revising Jekyll and Hyde for probably over six weeks now. Also as I type my friends parrot is being very….distrac…ting… …

But due to sudden inspiration I shall type the new chapter of behind the camera. And remember tell me any ideas you have, I will literally write any as long they are not anything mature. So do not hold back, any ideas and I will write them with full credit to your beautiful ideas!

Let's go! (Boy I'm cheesy…)

EDIT: Due to a error everyone was reading multiple line breaks, I have fixed the line breaks so now you don't see a mischevious line where it shouldn't be . Read your lines care free now without any rogue lines trying to break the flow of the story.

Prime universe

If you were to ask any cybertronian on their view on sand or any large mass of small grains, there would be no positive comments. For every cybertronian hated sand. No matter the size, frame or faction. In their views sand sucked. And rightly so, it was small, irritating to the protoform, slippery to walk along and got everywhere. Which was why our two heroes were currently traipsing across the Sahara desert in search of an energon deposit. Of course ungratefully.

"I can't believe Prime would make us do this! Can you Cee'!?" A voice complained as the figure dusted his bright red shoulder plates of a collecting bundle of sand.

"Someone has to do it 'Cliff." An annoyed voice droned, as if the feminine blue figure had heard it before.

"But…but why us!?" The red figure complained again in an attempt for the blue figure to agree.

"Because we're small enough to move effectively in sandy environments and our armour is thinner than any of the others." The blue figure complained. Turning round to the red figure with an annoyed glare.

Cliffjumper huffed at his partner. Shrugging his shoulders in irritation he stared at Arcee. Sighing the femme turned around and continued to hike up one of the golden dunes of the desert. Turning his helm in irritation he then huffed and shook is helm before following up with the femme. His right ped slipped and he swore under his breath.

Arcee turned around smirking "what's wrong? I thought Bulls were built for this sort of heat? Cant take it?"

Cliffjumper walked up to her with a stony expression. They stood faceplate to faceplate.

Cliffjumper lifted his foot and pushed her abdomen plating, staring her straight in the optics.

Straight off of the sand dune.

THUD.

"CLIFF-

THUD.

"JUMP-

THUD.

"ERRRRRRrrrrr!"

THUD.

THUD.

THUD.

Arcee lay at he bottom of the sand dune, her torso stuck in the sand with her legs sticking up at odd angles. Her peds kicked violently before slumping.

Cliffjumper slid down the dune with a huge laughing grin.

"What's wrong? Can't handle th- Oof!"

Cliffjumper was promptly kicked though three dunes.

G1 universe

It had been a peaceful day around the base. The humans hadn't appeared and no Decepticon activity was to be found. Overall a peaceful day. Well as peaceful as it could.

Optimus sighed contentedly as he walked down the hallways of his home

Stepping into the medical bay he stopped suddenly, a blank look on his faceplates.

There upside down hung wheeljack, a rope wrapped around his left ped and his right hanging limply at the joint. His servos hung a foot above the ground.

Optimus stared at Wheeljack.

Wheeljack stared at Optimus.

…

"I can explain."

Animated universe

"BUMBLEBEE!" A thundering roar echoed around Detroit, birds flew in a frenzy away from the offending sound, people flinched and glanced around in confusion and animals scampered away into foliage.

Said voice came from a certain grouchy medic. Who snarled ferociously in anger, a energon cube in hand which threatened to spill and a wrench in the other. The medic stormed down the building completely ignoring a surprised and sleepy Prowl who jumped out of the way as the much bulkier mech stormed past. He ignored the concerned Optimus as he raised a digit to ask, but thought better of it in case the medics rage turned on the young the medic stormed into the main part of the base, he came face to face with…with…uh.

Bumblebee stood next to a certain spider-con and dinobots. The two smaller cybertronian said held long chains which extended and wrapped around the necks of the prehistoric themed cybertronians.

"Yes Ratchet?" Bumblebee asked, quirking an optic.

"What….what are you doing?"

"Walking the dinosaurs, isn't it obvious. Someone needed to do it and Blackarachina can't control all of them but no one else would do it with her. She said that if she doesn't walk them they end up emptying their tanks all over their base and Megatron always locks them up for the day."

The femme smiled and waved at the medic, in a less threatening way than normal.

"You…uh…you didn't have your energon this…morning…"

"Oh, thanks Ratch' what would I do without you!?"

The old medic just nodded.

Prime universe

(Suggestion by Esperanza Hyde the Vamp Queen, a very good suggestion, I hadn't thought of something like this!)

A metallic fist pounded into the vain medic that was Knockout. He countered with a sharp jab to his offenders yellow rib cage before darting away to look at his armour. Nursing the scratched part of his chest plates he scowled at the Autobots scout.

"Look what you've done! You ruffian, you marked my perfect paint job!" He screeched, pointing to the scuffed piece of his frame. Bumblebee turned and rolled his optics and gave a heated glare. They had been fighting over a small energon deposit that was found at a murky forest in England, so yes...it was raining. Most rose from the ground and the multitude of trees seemed to turn black in the great sky.

A sudden pounding of ped falls caught both mechs attention.

In a sudden Breakdown pounded past and threw a sucker punch to the scouts chin throwing the unfortunate scout into a old pine tree, crushing the tree with it with a lumbering crack.

"What you got BUG!?" The mech roared in attempt to taunt the younger Autobot, yellow optics blazing in a twisted glory.

His glory was cut short when a bouncy techno beat exploded from the scouts radio, which conveniently connected to his voice box. It was a popular song from Cybertron, especially in clubs. The scout groggily looked up and rubbed his helm before looking down at his voice box in confusion. He looked back up to see a bewildered Breakdown and a…moonwalking….Knockout.. What?

The scout watched the medic for a while before jumping to his peds. Arms splayed wide he jovially puffed his chest up in competition. Knockout paused and eyed bumblebee inquisitively.

The scout paused for a second-

Before grabbing his helm with his right and his ped with his left and pumping them up and down vigorously.

Breakdown stared for a moment, before scowling and putting his servo behind his helm and doing the sprinkler.

Knockout gasped as Bumblebee switched to swaying his pelvis forwards and backwards along with his helm. In return he shuffled his peds in one place while spinning his arms in a horizontal circle.

Breakdown stood next to Knockout watching him for a moment and then joined in with his fellow Decepticon in time with the music.

Bumblebee stopped before jumping on his back and spinning around.

"Ahem." The trio were interrupted by a disgruntled Megatron, Optimus stood next to him with his mask guard covering his face from view.

Both stopped.

Megatron slowly rose an optic.

Optimus disengaged his mask.

Megatron huffed.

Optimus, with a stony expression opened his mouth.

"Biatch please, try these skills"

Megatron slowly put an oversized rose in his mouth.

"Optimus, let's dance, our final battle. TANGO!"

The trio collapsed.

Prime universe (yes, the majority of these are tfp sorry not sorry. Actually yes sorry…I'm stuck for ideas for the other universes.)

Steve, the vehicon had been trying for hours.

Literally eight human hours.

The sun was fragging setting.

The moon was fragging rising.

Steve was fragging annoyed and upset.

His self esteem wasn't doing to good either.

The fragging target still stood there in all its stupid red and white glory.

In frustration the poor vehicon disengaged his left blaster and threw it on the ground, it bounced violently off of the dusty ground and slid a few feet from its landing point.

"WHY WON'T IT HIT!?"

His friend, Gary, the vehicon, sighed from his comfy spot on the rock behind him.

"Because no one actually taught us how to shoot?"

"BUT I WANT TO!"

Gary sighed and stood up from his seat "come on Steve, the general's going to be asking why he is a few men short." And with that Gary turned around.

Steve took one deathly look at the spotless target and the chaos littered and charred around it.

In one final attempt and outrage, he sent out a flurry of rounds till his ammunition ran out.

Every.

Single.

One.

Hit the target.

"Gary! Gary! Did you see that! I hit it!"

Gary turned around and looked towards Steve who had run up to the target and was pointing eagerly at it.

The mech sighed "yes Steve, I think even a sparkling could shoot something if they were mere nanoklicks apart from it."

If Steve could have gaped, he would have.

"What!? But, but I – I – I hit it! I did! Honestly!" The poor mech pleaded, holding the target as proof.

"Yes Steve, yes you did." Gary sighed and walked through the now open groundbridge.

Steve collapsed and in one unneeded breath screamed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

G1 universe (or just the original character design, also I'm going with the idea of Elita one, Chromia and Arcee all being related just because I enjoy the idea of familial relationships between canon characters.)

Elita one was stuck. She had fifteen reports to do. Five to do with recent energon raids, three about new recruits, two explaining that Moonracer was not a energonholic, two more explaining why Chromia was allowed so many guns and three citing why Arcee was not allowed any treats for a whole deca-cycle.

She sighed tiredly. Before switching the screen on her personal computing technology and opening a text line with Chromia, her sister.

=Chromia has logged in=

Elita: Need help. I need some serious helm storming for these reports.

Chromia: yeah, I'm here for ya. Whatcha suggest?

Elita: anything! I have fifteen to do, five of them are on you and Cee'! By the way, could you stop threatening the new recruits every time they eye up Ironhide? It's bad for hiring.

Chromia: oh scrap! I'm terrible at ideas. And no, it's fun. And he's mine. All mine!

Elita: just ANYTHING. WILL. HELP.

Chromia: Uh, maybe use some of the first person recordings of our men?

Elita: FIND SOME I'M TYPING. Please.

Chromia: OH THERE IS THIS ONE WHERE THIS MECH IS CHATTING WITH HIS BUDDY AND HE GLITCHES AND THE OTHER ONE THINKS THAT HE ASKED HIM TO BE HIS SPARK MATE.

Elita: Thank you but… DO YOU HAVE ANY MORE?

Chromia: A VEHICON FINALLY HIT SOMEONE BUT NOBODY BELIEVES HIM BECAUSE NOBODY SAW. EXCEPT THE ONE THAT OFFLINED.

Elita: what. ANYMORE?

Chromia: TWO EXES ARE FLIRTING WHILE IN DISGUISE BUT THEY DO NOT REALIZE IT UNTIL THEY GET BACK TO BASE THE NEXT LUNAR CYCLE.

Chromia: THE ENTIRE GREEN SPARK MOVIE.

Chromia: UH GOOSE. MEERKAT. PANDA. NO WAIT THEY ARE USELESS…..KANGAROO.

Elita: what? ANYTHING TO DO WITH ACTUAL REPORTS. BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I'M FRAGGING WRITING. AND THE GREEN SPARK ONE WAS FUNNY, YOU MADE ME LAUGH.

Chromia: UH, FIRESTORM GATHERED SOME INTEL FROM SOUNDWAVE AND SCARED THE SCRAP OUT OF MEGATRON WHEN SHE PAINTED HIS ROOM HOT PINK. THERE YOU GO.

Elita: THANK YOU. ANYMORE BECAUSE I AM STUCK AGAIN. AND WOULD YPU LIKE TO READ IT ONCE I AM FINISHED?

Chromia: YOU ARE WELCOME AND YES I WOULD. OH, MEGATRON IS ACTUALLY A OVERSIZED UNDEAD PISTOL.

Chromia: OH, ROMANCE SUDDENLY BECOMES A THING IN CANON CYBERONICLE AND EVERYONE IS FREAKING OUT WONDERING WHY FEELINGS ARE SUDDENLY A THING.

Elita: OLAY. What? Apologies my digitboard switched to Spanish for a klick there. And you watch too much TV.

Chromia: I know but I don't want to go through the withdrawal.

Elita: wait, firestorm did what to who's room!?

-Somewhere in the Decepticon base-

Megatron sat terrified in his own berth room. In the only corner not painted hot pink. In his servo he clutched his blanket and stuffed Unicron for comfort.

He rocked back and forth.

"I am a strong overlord. I am a strong overlord. I am a strong overlord…"

He chanted this mantra until Soundwave came back with the purple and black paint, along with paint rollers, matts and a still sleepy Starscream. Who was promptly held in a literal deadly hug.