"Oh, c'mon, Blue. It's time to get back."
"No."
"I'm tired," the red mech whined.
"No, I said."
Sideswipe's comm. activated. "Where are you two?" Prowl asked.
"Prowl, we're exactly where we were two hours ago. Tell Blue to just come on. He won't move."
There was a brief pause before Prowl answered. "Why won't he move?"
"Why don't you come here and see. I'm about ready to leave him here."
"…"
Five minutes passed with more whining from Sideswipe and more sullen silence from Bluestreak. If Sideswipe hadn't been so mad at the gunner he might've been worried at his silence.
Then Prowl appeared in the alley entrance and took in the sight of Sideswipe in 'Bot mode leaning over Bluestreak in Alt mode. Sideswipe looked up at the sound of Prowl's footsteps. His relief was obvious.
"Prowl, please do something. I can't deal with this anymore." He stomped off.
Prowl looked at Bluestreak. "What's the problem?"
"I'm sorry, Prowl. Really I am. I didn't want to get Sides upset or anything but…well…you see while we were watching for 'Cons like you told us to do…um, a cat crawled up into my wheel well, and I'm afraid to move and it's asleep and it's purring…"
Prowl covered his mouth with his hand as he hid his smile. "Well, I can understand your reluctance to move then but we do have to get back to the Ark."
"But, Prowl…"
Prowl held up his hand to stop the young mech before he could get going again. Without another word the tactician leaned over and pounded on Bluestreak's hood. A small black cat leaped out from inside Bluestreak's fender and disappeared into the darkness.
"Now, get back to the Ark."