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"He's mine."
"Ours!"
"Mine!"
"Ours!"
"Mine!"
"Ours!"
"Mine!"
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"Mine!"
"Ours!"
"Mine!"
"Ours!"
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"Mine!"
"What are you three arguing about?" Red Alerts exhausted voice made the three in question shut up and look at their feet. "Twins, Inferno, what are you arguing about?"
"Nothing, nothing." They said.
Red Alert looked at them closely. Inferno looked ready to kill, the twins looked as if they would gladly tear apart whatever was sent their way. "…Very well." He sighed, deciding to let it drop. "I'm warning you three however. If I'm woken up out of another sound recharge to come break up a fight all three of you are going in the brig."
Red Alert stalked off, rubbing at his optics tiredly. Inferno glared and hissed, "I tell you, he's mine!"
Prowl appeared seconds before Sunstreakers fist flew. "Red Alert may have let you off the hook, but I don't intend to. What are you three arguing about?"
"Tell him that he has no claim over mechs!" Sunstreaker hissed, pointing accusingly at Inferno. "We found him before Inferno was even born-"
Inferno threw himself at Sunstreaker, disintegrating the entire room into a brawl. Prowl stood on the spot, his logic processor struggling to process what was happening. Get the facts Prowl. He reminded himself. One, they're fighting over a mech. Two… there isn't a two.
Red Alert reappeared like magic, having heard the clashing going back several hallways down. His lips compressed into a thin line as he watched the brawling mechs for a moment, and then he jerked a single finger at Prowl, telling him to get out.
Faintly amused he moved back, watching Red Alert. Red Alert, well aware of the gaze, typed in a code quickly, and smirked in satisfaction.
A moment later Prowl could see why. Water poured from above as the sprinklers worked in response to the code Red Alert had entered. The fighting stopped abruptly as it began. "Prowl, I'm going to need a hand sending these lots to the brig."
Prowl nodded, and together they herded the mechs out into the brig.
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Prowl waited until all else was quiet, before curiosity got the better of him. He threaded his way towards Inferno's cell, nearby which was Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
"Mine."
"Ours."
"Mine."
"Ours."
Prowl interrupted, "Who might you be talking about?"
"Who do you think?" Sideswipe asked. "I'm telling you Inferno, back off. He's ours."
"You and Sunny going to share him? I don't think he's going to like that at all." Inferno snarled back.
"Who-"
"Red Alert of course."
Prowls logic failed as he crashed completely.
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I noticed that people (autobot speaking) have either Inferno or the twins. So… this is what I got. You don't think they were just going to allow the other to take off with Red, now do you?
Red Alert: Don't I get to choose?
Twins and Inferno: NO!
Inferno: Mine.
Twins: Ours
Me: This is going to take several hours. Come back later.