Transformers: The Scrat Chronicles
By: Seeker Nami
Sumary: The Autobots get in a whole new trouble when a certain Ice Age squirrel is accidentally revived by our favorite Autobot mad scientist…
Rating: PG (May change if in the mood)
Genre: General/Humor
Warning: Some TFs slash implied (Yes, I can't live without my slash doze XD)
Disclaimer: I don't own Ice Age or Transformers. I do own a Scrat plush.
Notes: I've been out of the road for a long time. I'm sure that if I quit writing I'll develop some brain decease. . And since I'm still lacking ideas for some other "tentative" long-term fics, practicing with this little piece will be lots o' help.
I love the Scrat, he little nutty!
INTRODUCTION
"And next patrol is for... Jazz and Tracks!" He raised his head over the datapad he held and glanced at the two Transformers in question. "Who wrote this memo?" He asked no one in particular.
"How should I know, Teletraan chooses at random. I guess." Jazz said raising his shoulders. "Whatever, time's up. The Jukon's not a very pleasant place to visit." The Porsche turned on his heels and left the control room, Tracks following closely. The Corvette knew that this would not please Prowl in the slightest; but orders were orders and no other better than him knew it.
Once both Autobots left by the Space Bridge, Prowl went in search of what he called an 'EMS' (Emergency Monitoring Service). He didn't actually care who the chosen one was, as long as he proved to comply with the task at hand and in general, keep his mouth shut. Not having asked Primus for worse luck, the ONLY idle Autobot he was able to find in the Ark at this hour of the morning was Bluestreak -who had just awaken from recharge-. Prowl frowned in despair. There's no other choice. "Bluestreak, Can you do me a favor?" The silver Autobot glanced at the black-and-white, he knew it wasn't normal for him to greet anyone, but the urgent tone in his vocalizer prevented him from pointing his bad manners out. "What's the matter Prowl? I'm almost off to duty."
"Forget about your duties for now. I need you to go to the Jukon after Jazz and Tracks." The Datsun actually commanded. "I will cover you up in your obligations. Consider it an off-day"
The look in Bluestreak's optics was hard to tell. For the first time he was left with no speech. "B-b-but, you already have a lot of work to do. I don't think you can hand---"
"Trust me, I can handle it. Now go and do as I told you." Not wanting to start an argument that would lead nowhere Bluestreak silently agreed and rolled out for the same coordinates given previously to the Corvette and Porsche.
Prowl is gonna pay for this. I mean, Ain't he thinking Jazz will cheat on him. Doesn't he? It's just patrol duty for Primus' sake! Thought Bluestreak as he fought with his internal systems to keep the less-smooth energon running inside his engines from freezing. He had left the Ark so fast he had forgotten to add an anti-freezing additive.
The picture only offered miles and miles of snow and frozen water. The sky held a seemingly toxic shade of gray which strongly contrasted with the white, endless desert below. The fierce wind roared announcing an imminent storm.
No matter what later patrol reports said, Tracks was still unconvinced the Decepticons were looking for an energon vault in that white inferno. "We must go back to base, Jazz. This is getting even worse. We haven't seen any Decepticon sign for hours.." The blue 'vette claimed through his comm.
"Nope. Y'know Prowlie-bot. If we get back now he'll turn us both into cereal dispensers. We'll have to keep it up for a couple hours." Jazz murmured. "Besides a bit of cold is good for your health."
Tracks shrugged. "Sure, if you say so." He let his mind slip off to the beat of Jazz's music in their frequency.
After what seemed an eternity to our 'Bots weather fulfilled its threat letting loose its wild fury over the hoary ground. Snow piled quickly over the helpless mechs hampering their advance. The view grew wobbly each second and they were nearly relying on radars to proceed in spite of having their lights at full power. "Okay… We must find a place to hide, bro. This snow's getting t'my systems!"
Not far, Bluestreak also struggled against the snow. He was afraid of having lost his compatriots' trail due to the lack of visibility. Now Prowl had to pay for this. One thing was to make sure the saboteur won't cheat and other was to take unnecessary risks for something he didn't care.
A loud noise similar to a thunder shook the entire place. It wasn't the vicious howl of the storm, it wasn't a Decepticon ambush. No, apparently Jazz and Tracks had stepped onto a feeble spot in the ground, breaching under their combined weight and opening a buried underground cave. Bluestreak noticed them fall and transformed, slowly making his way to the place he had last see them only to find Jazz clutched by the edge of the rocks.
Jazz recognized two lights amidst the fog and stiffed, prepared for the worse. But instead he looked surprised at the image of theAutobot forming in front of him. First, Jazz thought of Prowl, then pushed the idea aside noticing the silver and red paint job. "Bluestreak? What in the Pit are ya doing 'ere?"
Bluestreak huffed. "IT's a long story."
"I hate to cut your conversation dear ladies. But weather it's terrible over there. We can guard ourselves here till the storm has passed." Yelled Tracks from inside the cave.
The cave was deeper than expected. It was a huge gallery of rock and ice; here and there large emerging structures of blue energon shone in an almost mystical rhythm. So this is what the Decepticons were looking for.
The three Autobots sat in a circle, paying close attention to the sound of the wind above them. This proven to be a difficult task thanks to Bluestreak's incessant blather. Discreetly, Jazz did cancel his external audio processors and was now listening to his impressive MP3 collection.
Not sharing the same luck and definitely not wanting to stay another minute in Wackyland, Tracks stood up and unceremoniously left the other Autobots to inspect the shining blue walls. Suddenly his optics fixed on a high point between an energon slate and a rock. There was this curious ice structure inside which appeared to be some kind of creature. He zoomed in a few times, but the image he got was blurry. An internal scan told him it was some primitive organic.
Great, as if nothing is primitive enough on this planet.
Lifting his hand up, he began tapping at the ice until it was crushed to pieces. He reached for the object of his interest before it fell to the ground and broke. Inside there was something with two big blade-like teeth, pointy nose and enormous bubbly eyes. Tracks decided it was an awful creature and wasn't really interested in knowing if it was just an illusion of the water or the actual shape of the animal. He smiled to himself thinking that Wheeljack was going to love the little runt.
Tracks haven't noticed Bluestreak stopped his chatter, making the 'vette go back to the place he left his comrades when he felt the silence. The mechs greeted him. There was silence. The storm had stopped.
"Where were you, man?" Asked Jazz as he got to his feet. "We gotta get movin' b'fore the storm starts agen"
With Jazz at the lead, Bluestreak told Tracks the reason of his presence, the Corvette only smiled in response. He knew it all had the trademarks of Prowl's jealousy. The silver mech looked at the other's hand. "What do you got there?" He asked curiously.
"Just a little something I found out there. Perhaps our resident mad scientist will make good use for it." He added lifting the ice shard to eye level so the other robot could get a better look
"As long as it doesn't mean another Dinobot. I'll be a happy mech."
The trio laughed.
Back to the base and after drinking their well-earned mug of warm energon, our friends sat at the lounge. It was way past midnight and they were waiting for the imminent lecture by the name of Prowl to arrive. It was no surprise when the black-and-white Datsun walked in wearing a twisted expression on his lips like that of a police officer ready to arrest you for taking down your pants in a mall. The tired warriors got on their feet and faced him. Jazz daring to offer a small smile. "Patrol is a twelve-hour assignment. Not an eighteen-hour walk in the park." He begun. The others trying in vain to explain "I don't need to hear a single word. I know exactly what happened." He turned to Bluestreak, who flinched in response. "I'm disappointed of you, soldier. If it wasn't for the fact your infraction isn't considered a transgression to the Ark's regulations. I'd have already put you in the brig." He have fixed his optics on Jazz though he was now talking to him and the blue mech. "Same goes for you two. Thank Primus you're not off-duty now."
Thankfully for them. Ratchet, Perceptor and Wheeljack walked into the lounge. They have spent the whole day and good part of the night in the laboratory checking their latest records. The wise Autobots expected to have the lounge just for them and weren't expecting to find someone, specially these four Autobots inside. And definitely they were not expecting a Prowl looking like en enraged dragon. So the scientists agreed their quiet night should be delayed for another time.
Knowing this was the chance to get rid of the Datsun Menace, Tracks walked over to the arriving mechs, not paying attention to Prowl's threats. "Hey, Wheeljack! I've got something interesting for you!" The blue Corvette opened his sub-space and took the dripping ice shard out, tossing it to the Scientist. The Lancia inspected the object closely, his optics shining with pure optimism. A new project forming on his processors. He turned to exit the lounge without saying a word. Tracks faced his companions and gave them a thumbs-up before going after Wheeljack. Leaving a dangerously angry Higher Officer talking alone.
"You really have an eye for the unexpected, Tracks. This specimen is pretty well preserved. Say, where did you find it?"
"In the cave we fell by accident. I guess it was well preserved thanks to the energon stored there."
"Perhaps. The creature is not only in a superficial good condition. It also registers an almost unsubstantial metabolic activity. Like it was in a deep hibernation state." Perceptor announced after the final routine check on the animal. "As strange as it may seem; I'm glad to announce to you this creature, a primitive squirrel of some sort. It's still alive."
"Let's start the unfreezing process immediately!" Exclaimed Wheeljack in an immature show of anticipation and excitement. The rest of the Autobots in the lab changed looks begging Primus that,. Whatever Wheeljack had in mind, would not be another Dinobot.