P.R.O.W.L
Author: EscagirlUK
Pairings To Be: Lockdown/Prowl, Megatron/Optimus, others
Disclaimer: Neither Transformers Animated, or Disney's Aladdin, belong to me.
Warnings: None for this part, at least. Bad!fic, probably. Definitely. Cursing. Possible drugging.
This is written in answer to this challenge – tfanonkink(.)livejournal(.)com/3587(.)html?thread=4876035#t7509251 – for a Genie Prowl.
Prologue
Lockdown cursed as he ran from the Elite Guard. Swindle, clutching onto his shoulder, chittered angrily. He ignored the flight-modded turbo-monkey, using all his cyber-ninja skills to stay ahead.
Fragging Sentinel Prime. If only that pit-spawned glitch hadn't heard the struggles of Lockdown's target. If only he hadn't even been around.
Lockdown scowled, jumping over an alley as he came to the edge of the roof he was running across. He landed on the other side with a thud, and continued on as he heard the Elite Guard still following behind him.
Music suddenly started, seemingly coming from nowhere. The birds twittered along in counterpoint. A strange, familiar, feeling began to grow in Lockdown's chest. He took a deep, breath, his mouth opened, and – he viciously crushed the urge to sing. He was a Decepticon, albeit a neutral faction one, not a soft-sparked Autobot. Primus.
Lockdown cast a look of withered loathing at the nearby mechs and femmes who had broken out into a song-and-dance number. There were even other Decepticons among the affected transformers. Lockdown just knew the Elite Guard spiked all the energon in the city with something.
His short distraction cost the muscle car, as Sentinel Prime tackled him and slammed stasis cuffs around his wrists.
Slag it.