Title: Silverwings Antics
Disclaimer: Transformers is owned by Hasbro, Silverwing belongs to Marishalwilder!
These are drabbles Marishal and I did tonight. Silverwing is her oc and is a prankster like the twins, but a femme!
Drabble 1
Prowl walked through the hallways of the autobot base, reading a datapad in his hand while heading to the brig located in one of the lower levels of the base. He was on his way there because a certain prankster could not keep out of trouble even for a day. No he wasn't talking about the twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, but they were another annoyance that had recently come to earth. No he was talking about a certain femme, who was a little prankster within herself, driving everyone bonkers. He was on his way to see her after a prank that was leaving Ratchet in a bad mode having to clean out several mechs armors for the next few hours. Arriving at the brig he looked up noticing the femme Silverwing sitting starring at the wall. "Silverwing," he spoke, coming to a stop in front of her cell.
She turned her head when she heard her name. In spite of the fact that she had been alone in the brig for several hours, she was actually grinning. Most bots would have been bored out of their processors by this point. But she looked almost… content? And there was a twinkle in her optics. "Yep?" she said. Her pearly white dental plating flashed against her silver paintjob as she spoke. "Whatcha want, police-bot?" She sounded way too chipper for her own good. Even Sunny and Sides didn't act that chipper after they'd been thrown into a cell.
Prowl blinked, trying to hold back a grimace at the nickname she had obviously picked up from the twins, but held it in. "I'm hear to deal out your punishment."
Her grin only widened. "Oh come on, you don't really want to punish lil' ol' me, do ya?"
Prowl just looked at her blankly before looking down at his datapad. "I will be assigning you to a few different shifts that I will hope keep you out of trouble."
"Oh yeah?" She got up from her berth and approached the bars. She leaned against them, peering out at Prowl as she intertwined her fingers around two of the bars. "Whatcha got for me to do?"
Prowl glanced up then back down at the pad, bringing out a stylus and scrolling through the duties that needed to be done. "Well, first there is the cleaning of the lower level storage rooms 7-11, then I need someone to cover for Mirage security duty shift early tomorrow morning. Also Wheeljack is going to need an assistant for helping with inventory his lab and I know that the wash racks haven't been touched recently, despite what duty I had given the twins for cleaning it, but they never completed it. There is also the cleaning of hanger 2 and 12 that has to be done." Prowl finished up, glancing up at the femme.
Silverwing pursed her lip components, staring at Prowl as he read off the items on his list. Once he finished and cocked her head to one side. "And what if I refuse to do some of those activities?" she finally said with another grin. "Those don't sound very fun, you know."
"They aren't supposed to sound fun, they are meant to teach you discipline. As for not doing them, I can keep you locked in the brig for the next month for insubordination," retorted Prowl.
"Um, can we work out some sort of compromise, maybe?" Silverwing asked, her grin—as well as her cheerful demeanor—beginning to falter a little.
"No, it's either do the work or stay in here, until I am sure you will not pull another prank anytime soon," he said writing something on his datapad.
"What are you writing down?" Silverwing asked, trying to stall a bit. She shifted her position, trying to see his datapad, but she could not see it from where she was.
"I am writing some notes on the attitude you are giving me and the answer and question you are asking. I am told to keep a log on certain personnel," he answered smoothly.
"Oh, so you're keeping tabs on me." Then she grinned again. "'Certain personnel' you say? So it's like that, eh?" She placed a hand on her chassis. "My, I'm flattered!"
Prowl barely spared the femme a glance as he continued to write a few more things. "I do have other things I can be doing right now, so I will need your answer within the next few minutes."
Her face fell. "Okay," she said, and moved away from the bars. She thought for a moment, then a mischievous smirk crossed her face. However, when she faced him again, she kept her expression carefully neutral. "Okay," she said again, "I'll do those chores you wanna give me to do. But with one exception." She folded her arms, and waited for him to ask her what.
"Oh and what is that?"
Now she grinned evilly. "I'll do it without my front armor piece on. AND with my spark chamber wide open the whole time!" She then clamped a hand over her mouth and kept her optics locked on his face. How would he react to this?
Prowl felt his optic twitch as what the femme said was slowly being processed through him and already a dull ache was starting to form in the back of his processor as he scrambled to call Ratchet but never got more then a help before he fell face first down onto the ground a loud crash coming from him when he did.
Silverwing jumped, startled, when he suddenly crashed. Okay… she hadn't quite been expecting that to happen. She now felt that, perhaps, she had gone a little too far. Only because she was now going to be quite bored… until either she was released, or until someone came to talk to her again.