I blame Tumblr and the unlimited amount of cat posts for spawning this plotbunny drabble. I don't own Transformers. Thanks and enjoy.
Feline Strange
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Prowl sighed as Jazz purred from his perch on the corner of his desk. The saboteur smiling at the Praxian brightly as he waited for Prowl to glance up at him. The impatient TIC swiped at his hands as he went on to the next report.
"Jazz!" Prowl growled as he pulled back his hand. The mech in question purred even louder as he received the attention. Prowl resisted the urge to facepalm as Jazz began to groom himself.
The door burst open to reveal Ratchet dragging Sideswipe by the audio horn. The purring stopped as Jazz skittered off the desk to glare at the intruders from underneath.
"Ratchet. I see you found him."
"I did." Ratchet growl as he forced Sideswipe to sit in the chair. He glanced down at the hiding poly under the desk. "I see that it still hasn't worn off yet."
"Look it wasn't like I meant to make Jazz think he was a cat..." Sideswipe tried to defend himself only to trail off as he received an icy glare from the tactician.
"I'm positive that you didn't mean for this to happen to Jazz but, I'm sure you planned this to happen someone else on the Ark. Which is unacceptable. What if there had been an attack? We would be down however many of your intended victims." Prowl growled as he stood up, his doorwings stiff and flared in agitation as he began to dress Sideswipe down.
Jazz let out a soft little mew as he stared up at the angry praxian. Prowl was full out yelling angrily in between Ratchet's input. Jazz began to rub aginst Prowl's legs in a feeble attempt to calm him down.
"You will be working with Wheeljack for the unforeseeable future only to clean up his lab after he has had his inevitable daily explosion. And you are not to tinker with any-ack!"
Prowl tipped forward over his desk as Jazz leaped up on his back. "Jazz!"
A happy purring in his audio had him torn between sighing and strangling the giggling frontliner in front of him.
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Revenge is sweet. Jazz thought as he leaned against the door frame to the twins room watching Sunstreaker curse and scream at his brother who was currently clawing up the furniture. 'Someone' had taken the time to glue a pair of cat ears over Sideswipes audio horns, and a belled collar adorned the red mechs neck.
"NOT THE CANVASES!" Sunstreaker roared and there was a skittering as Sideswipe bolted past Jazz and the rest of the gawkers down the hall. Sunstreakker marched through the quickly divided mech briefly shooting a glare that promised retribution Jazz's way and storming after his twin.