Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jazz, Ironhide, Perceptor

Warnings: Gen fic, some hinted slash pairings in some chapters.

Summary: A collection of ficlets inspired by various Murphy's laws of love, war and technology, to name some.

Notes: An old series of ficlets I wrote around 2008-2009, already posted on my AO3 account. See the link in my profile for more info and fics.

Murphy's Laws

1. Murphy's Law of Technology: The most ominous phrase in science: "_Uh_-oh..."

None of them knew exactly why they chose to pass in front of the lab. If someone asked them later, they would say they just hadn't paid attention to where they were going because they were too enthralled in their conversation.

But once they looked around and realized exactly where they were, they heard the worst words to be uttered at that moment. "Uh-oh..."

The two mechs looked at each others, suddenly very fearful. Especially when they heard: "I'm sure it shouldn't be that color... Now, now; what could possibly be wrong?"

Ironhide and Jazz looked at each other again before starting to run until they reached the other end of the hallway.

"You know, at first, I thought it was our dear engineer but... Unless I'm mistaken, that wasn't Wheeljack," said quietly Jazz, still looking at the lab's open door.

"No, it was Perceptor," answered Ironhide with a short nod. "Thank Primus, Wheeljack isn't here today. Which doesn't mean we shouldn't let everyone know they have to leave the Ark for their own safety."

Jazz frowned. "Don't you think you're going a bit too far here? That can't be that dangerous. I mean, it's Perceptor. Next to Wheeljack, he's harmless."

Ironhide looked at him in disbelief. "Jazz, think for a moment; how many time have you heard Perceptor say 'uh-oh'? Personally, I never did, and I don't intend to be around to know exactly why he said 'uh-oh'. But if you want to look, then go. It's your funeral."

The saboteur smiled nervously. "On second thought, I think I'm going to stick with you..."

"Good choice," said Ironhide, nodding.

"Should we call Inferno and Ratchet right now to stop the fire and repair the injured?"

"You do that. Me, I'll tell Red Alert to start evacuating the Ark in the next ten minutes," answered the red mech.