Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers nor do I make any money from writing this.
This little snippet is dedicated to BlackDragonQueen and her amazing story, Cover Me. If you haven't read it yet, you don't know what your missing!!
Note: This was originally posted on AFF, cause I forgot about my account over here. So it you've seen it before, that's why.
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Cat's Eye
After several months of dealing with and several weeks of living with the Autobots, Sam thought he was getting used to the strange and weird things that were a daily occurence on the base. How wrong he was.
When he and Miles walked into the hanger, he wasn't that surprised to see Bumblebee, Barricade, Soundwave and Jazz sitting around the area designated the "Movie Room". What caught him by surprise was what they were watching. Instead of a movie playing on the large TV, the four robots were watching... Ravage?
The panther type 'Con was stretched out across the sofa, as usual, but he wasn't napping. Ravage was wide awake and looking intently at Miles' cat. Beeper was sitting on the little end table, straight backed and stiff, his twitching tail the only sign of life. The two felines were facing eachother, nearly eye to eye. Silence reined in the massive hanger as Sam tried to figure out just what the heck was going on.
"Four minutes, forty-five seconds, your out Bee."
"Slag."
Like a fist upside the head, Sam realized what he was watching, "A stareing contest!" Next to him Miles had started to laugh, eyes glued to the titanic battle of wills between to the two resident felines.
"Yup," snickered 'Cade, "I'm holding out for six minutes, fifteen seconds. Soundwave's got seven minutes flat and Jazz picked five and thirty seconds."
Sam turned to look up at the large 'Con, "You guys are betting... on a stareing match?"
Jazz shrugged, "Hey, we've bet on stranger things before."
Sam did his best impression of a fish out of water, trying to find a response for that when Miles called out, "I'll take eight and a half minutes!"
Turning from his newest friends to his oldest, Sam could only stare, mute for a moment before sighing and turning back to Jazz said, "Ok.... give me six minutes and forty-five seconds."
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the end!!