Jaws

>.o JAWS!!!

Or,

I’m not going is there!!

Or,

O.O HELP! I’ve been eaten by a...MANTA?!?!?!??

Queen’s notes: TF + me = no$$ I belong to myself. I got this idea when some friends and I were RPG/chatting and it wouldn’t let me sleep or leave me alone tell I wrote it out. I didn’t plan this fic it just popped out in a day and half. Now read, IF YOU DARE!!! Bwhahahhaha!!!

P.S. this is *my* DC from an up coming saga I am planning.

At times arguments don’t go so well for those who are involved in it. But when you have a human fan fiction author and a transmetal Maximal manta ray arguing over what aquatic animal was the best swimmer, you tend to get more then imaginary flames flying.

Omicron, having all but grown up in a dive store and works at an aquarium, had insisted that the blue shark was not only the best swimmer but also the perfect predator in the sea.

Depth Charge, of course, KNEW that he was not only the fastest but the best hunter (which was true to some point) and that he’d eat her to both prove it and if she didn’t stop being so slagging ANNOYING about it!

That had gone against almost everything Omicron knew though, she happened to know for a fact (and she said this) that manta ray’s could only eat plankton and very small fish. ‘Sides, she was too big, even if she was somewhat short by human standards, standing at 5’5½” if not 5’6”.

Yet in this battle of wills to see who was more stubborn, Depth Charge won. Just not in the way most if not all would have thought.

The author had been standing on a rock that was almost sea level where the beast mode Maximal floated, looking up at her coolly.

She wasn’t sure HOW he did it, but one moment Omicron was getting ready for the up coming round two when it happened. Something wrapped around her upper legs and middle (It was Depth Charge’s tail but she didn’t know that at the time) before she was yanked into the warm waters. Good thing she was already in her swimming suit, which was very...’colorful’.

“ACK!”

After splash down she bobbed back up choking a little and immediately started to tread water as Depth Charge’s tail loosened and pulled away.

“YOU! You--!” she stopped as she swallowed the salty sea water, “You tin-plated...TUNA!!” Omicron turned to glare at the transmetal manta, but he wasn’t there.

With a squeak that sounded like “Eek!” she twisted and turned trying to find the Maximal. No transmetal manta though, just (some what) flat sea water doing what ever sea water does.

“Depth Cha--AHCK--!!!” Omicron started to call but yelled as a cretin metal fish closed his jaws (more or less gently) on her right foot and pulled her under.

Omicron, had she been in her bot mode, would have growled. But as it was she was human and could only make a face and get back up to the surface to yell at Depth Charge.

Something brushed against the back of her left calf. Instantly she jerked her leg up, the other bending automatically. Now, Omicron could have saved herself so much trouble, and embarrassment, had she not done that. But how was she to know that she’d unknowingly given the rouge Maximal a devilish idea?

As it was, he had an idea that not only proved his point, but also proves the author wrong, on a few different things.

The massive jaws of the only transmetal and carnivores manta in the world closed around and trapped the, relatively, tiny human.

So that brings us to now, about 15 to 20 minutes latter.

Omicron was flat on her back glaring up into blackness, wondering how in the name of Primus she gets into things like (or something like) this. She was also giving herself a headache trying to figure out how there was air around her to breath, despite the fact that she was INSIDE of her favorite’s mouth.

And that dear readers shall remain a secret, for that is the magic of fan fiction, you see.

“I really don’t like you that much right now. But you know that, don’t you?” Omicron growled, hoping above and beyond the stars that NO ONE found out about this... She was also praying that the ray really couldn’t swallow anything bigger then small fish. Just as she thought this thought though, she remembered that this manta ate sharks. Big sharks. Sharks that were MUCH bigger then her.

Omicron groaned as she realized this (he COULD eat her!) and fought the sudden urge to bang her head on something nice and hard.

Depth Charge (picking up her thought through the mental bond the unlikely two had made some odd years back) merely chuckled and swam deeper into the depths of the sea.

Omicron felt it, more then herd it, through her back. Then a random (or was it?) thought hit her, and she blinked into that darkness that was the inside of Depth Charge’s maw.

“Do you have ANY idea how bloated you sense of superiority is right now? Not to mention your ego??” She tilted her head to one side.

“Hmmmm...” Was the only vocal response, though the queen could pick up some smugness. This time she did bang her head back.

>Knock that off, or I will eat you.< Depth Charge spoke through the bond.

“Naagh!” Omicron made a face, “What do you want, ‘sides ‘eating’ me up? Oh lords...a PUN!”

“Mmmmm.” >Admit I’m right.<

Swearing that she could hear the ray grin, Omicron blinked “....THAT’S what this is all ‘bout?!?!?!”

“MmmHmm.”

“Oh for the love of Primus--!!” The author growled, then wiggled to get in a more ‘comfy’ position and fumed to herself, stubborn to be more stubborn than the ray. ‘Sides, he wouldn’t really eat her.

......right?

>Maaayyybeee...< Depth Charge stole one of her favorite lines.

“Narph!” Omicron made a face again and crossed her arms (as best as she could considering) under her chest. She could of course just transform into her own bot mode, but not with out hurting her favorite, not to mention herself.

So that left Omicron, the queen of all ice and ice cream, stuck in the maw of a gigantic, carnivorous manta as a little human girl.

Oh, what fun!!

.........*blinks*

NOT!!!

>I heard that.<

“Stay out of my mental ramblings!” Omicron smacked the roof of Depth Charge’s maw. Rather, she tried to, her palm slid to the side. So it was more of rub than a whack.

With a growl she tried again, and again. Ten minutes later she gave up, and at the same time realized that Depth Charge was giving a ___ filled:

“Mmmmmmmmm......”

‘Oh, how nice. I wanted to be a bug, but I end up being his personal rubber...’ Omicron thought sighing as she slumped back into a pout.

>That you are.<

“......weeee......”

>Don’t stop.<

“...?!”

Depth Charge moved his lower jaw, pushing Omicron up slightly, >Don’t stop.<

Once again blinking in the darkness that was the ray’s maw Omicron sighed. But never the less reached up and rubbed her palm on Depth Charge roof.

“Mmmmmmmmm......”

“You almost sound like a cat.” She said.

>...I do?<

“Well...from where I am, you do.” She grinning a little, “It’s kind-of cute, in some odd way.”

>...<

“It’s not that bad, you do have a choice.”

>Oh?<

“Yeah, pick: cute, adorable or lovable.”

>...Faced with those I’ll go with ‘cute’...<

“Heh.”

>Well?<

“Well, what?”

>You going to admit I’m right?<

“GRRRR!” Omicron’s stubborn streak came back with a vengeance.

Some odd hours (or so it seemed) later she grudgingly admitted he was right. Depth Charge, very smugly, made his way back to the beach where this mess started, but he took his time.

Omicron sulked and wondered how she could fit in the ray with his ego right now.

She found out, when the Maximal released her later, that land was far to swim to on her own.

Thus, Omicron (completely forgetting she had a Predacon form) was now sulking on Depth Charge’s back, as he took his sweet time. He was, of course, just rubbing it in. After all, not many got the best of the queen quite like that.

Mentioning rubbing...

“NO!” Omicron sat up as she picked up the thought, “I am NOT going in there!!!”

“Oh? I’ll get you back faster.”

“NO!!!”

“You’re acting like you have a choice.” Faster than any would have given him credit her sank, twisted and once again closed his massive jaws around the author...

“...Not AGAIN!!” Omicron cried.

Depth Charge merely chuckled again, said five words into the bond:

>Just shut up and rub.<

END!!!

Queen’s note: I STILL can’t believe I wrote this...