Chapter Title: What's a vacation?

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007), Transformers: Generation 1, the song 3 by Britney Spears...or The Scream painting. How am I supposed to know who owns it if I don't even know how old it is...?

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"I'm seeing triple!" I gasped as I replicated the Scream painting.

Jazz snorted, well aware I was only fooling around.

:One, two, three

Not only you and me

Countin' one, two, three

Peter, Paul and Mary

Merrier the more

Triple fun that way

Twister on the floor

You and me

Or three

Or four

On the floor:

I snorted before placing my hands on my hips. "Seriously, though, what's up? I'm seeing luggage. Don't tell me you actually got Prowl to take a vacation?"

"Prowler ain't that hard to convince, Lil. He jus' got to get the work done first."

"And...?"

"Two months worth."

"Two...months...Holy crap. Is Prowl dead?"

"I beg your pardon?"

I jumped when Prowl appeared behind me. "Jesus melany..."

Jazz giggled. "N'aw, Lil. Ah brought him back to life with a kiss."

"I bet you did..."

"What fantasies are you filling in her head, Jazz?"

"None you ain't by standing, lover."

I reached for my wrench before Prowl gently wacked me on the head with it. I looked up. "Now that's just cruel and unusual punishment." I reached my hands up toward it. He lifted it out of reach. "Pretty please with Jazzy on top?"

"No."

"Pleeeeese?"

"No."

"Prowly-"

"No."

I hesitated. "Motion to suppress?"

"Denied."

I sighed before looking at Miles. "Help?"

"Against a giant robot cop? Sorry, Lil. I'm not fighting that battle."

I gave Jazz the puppy eyes. "Jazzy...?"

"Girl, why you gotta give me those...? Fine. Prowl-"

"Do you want to be hit with this weapon of mass destruction?"

I snorted. Weapon of mass destruction my aft.

Jazz sagged his shoulders. "Sorry, girl."

I shrugged. "S'kay..." I looked up at Prowl again. "Why are you taking my wrench away, anyway?"

He subspaced it. "Being hit by a wrench would not be a good start to our collective vacation."

I blinked. "Collective...? We're all going?"

"Is that a problem?"

:What do you say?

Are you in?

Lets make a team

Loving the extreme

Now, are you game?

Are you in?:

"Of course not." Jazz immediately played a recording of a bomb exploding. I flailed. "I meant its not a problem of course I'm in why wouldn't I be in-?" Prowl hit me again. "Sorry..."

Prowl huffed. "Lillian..."

"Yes?"

"Let's play a game."

"Um...alright..."

"I will bet you three cups of coffee a day if you can go this whole vacation without saying your sorry." I nodded, blushing. "Good. Now, any bets?"

Jazz snorted. "Five minutes."

Miles smiled. "One day."

I facepalmed. I am so going to die.