Kelticmoon24

As soon as the coast was clear, Buzz was at the glass door to the cabinet, trying to pry it open.  He pushed against it as hard as he could, but there was no give.  He backed up, intending to run into it with his shoulder when he felt a restraining hand on his arm.  His head snapped up to see Woody by his side. “Buzz, stop!  It’s no use.” “I can’t just stop, Woody.  Jessie’s still out there!  What if she gets hurt?  What if she is hurt?”  He was crestfallen and hung his head, “She’s been emotionally compromised, Woody.  And just when she needs me the most, to protect her, to be there for

Today was a normal day for the Maximals. Everyone was going about on their own business. Cheetor was out on patrol with Optimus. Optimus acted as a father figure to Cheetor since Cheetor never knew his father or mother. But sometimes he felt like he should jerk a knot in that spotted feline's tail. Cheetor felt like he and Optimus were being watched. He saw many animals looking at them. But it wasn't the animals he was worried about. The thing he felt was watching them doesn't feel too friendly. The thing that was watching him was Tarantulas. He had made something through experimentation he altered Blackarachnia's cyber venom. He made it m

A/N: I don’t own Star Trek or Twilight.  Oh, and in the 24th Century all data on the Twilight movies have been lost so all the Twitards have to go on is the book series.  As you can see, that leads to complications. Data was on his way to the bridge when he bumped into a young woman.  He stopped to see if the young woman was okay. “Are you all right?” he asked. The lady looked into his eyes with delight. “Golden eyes?” she asked. “I am Lt. Commander-,” Data began. The woman continued inspecting him and interrupted Data before he could finish his sentence. “Sparkly skin that feels cold.  You’

Fred squared his shoulders as he approached his friend.   It was time to end Frank’s bullying once and for all.  He had waited until after school  and told the gang he’d meet them at Shaggy’s after football practice. Practice went well and after wards he approached Frank.  “Hey can we talk?” Frank, the fat jock, looked at him.  “Yeah.” “Frank don’t trip Shaggy on the bus anymore.” The big kid smirked at him.  “Why?  Just because YOU made friends with the dweeb doesn’t mean I have to be nice.” Fred glared at him.  “He’s not a dweeb!  He’s a good guy unlike you