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A/N: I was playing with the random pairing generator (again) over on LJ and this was created/born/spawned.
prompt: Jazz/Ironhide/chained (enter ominous music, then evil laughter)
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"Jazz. Jazz. Jazz . . . Jazz!" Ironhide groaned at his fellow officer.
"Hmm, what?" Jazz asked, looking up.
"Stop humming that fragging song!" Ironhide growled, feeling as if his CPU was about to split in half.
"Aw, c'mon it's just the Mission Impossible theme." whined the 3IC
"Grr."
"Okay, okay! I'll stop now!" He said quickly, trying to ward off the coming explosion
"Now, remind me how we got into this slagging mess." Ironhide's voice was irritated
"Er, well . . . Yeah . . . about that . . ." Jazz shrugged sheepishly
Ironhide lifted his right hand . . . and dragged Jazz's left along with it. Their wrists were enclosed in energon-cuffs. The cord going through the little window at the top of the cell.
"I'll kill the fragging slagger." Hide snarled "I don't care if I get thrown in the brig for the rest of my slaggin' life for killin' 'em! I'll drag the fragger to the Pit and back! Then I'll string 'im up by his toes and use 'em for target practice. When I'm finished with that then I'll rip him apart bit by bit!"
Jazz sat silently, pondering the fact that not only were they handcuffed together, they were in what had to be the smallest holding cells in the. Entire. Fragging. Base. He couldn't move more than a 4 feet in any direction, he couldn't even sit down.
"When I'm done with the Pit spawn there won't be enough left of 'im to make a toaster with!" Ironhide continued his ranting
Jazz ignored the larger mech, listening to something outside. He yanked on the cord pulling on his counterpart's wrist to get his attention.
"Slagger! What was that for!" Ironhide growled "Shh! I heard somethin'" Jazz said placatingly
"This is . . . quite an interesting development." Optimus stood outside the cells, struggling to keep a straight face.
"If you don't let me out of here right now, I will kick your aft from here to Cybertron! I'll shove my cannon so far up your (*the following has been censored due to conduct deemed unfitable for the ears of youth everywhere*)!!"
"Ironhide!" Jazz yelped, stunned at the audacity the weapons specialist had in speaking to his commander.
"I suppose I can let you out . . . Jazz." Optimus stated, swiftly doing so. Much to Ironhide's fury.
"Let me out right slagging now! Fragging son of a glitch!"
Optimus and Jazz strolled out, and just before the door closed he heard "Amazing prank, Sir." "Thank you, Jazz. I rather liked it myself."
He'd kill the (*censored*)
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A/N: Heehee, that was fun. Please review.