Non-slash... Sunstreaker gets bored while on monitor duty...
Naughty Sunstreaker
It was fair boring doing communications duty, Sunstreaker mused, as he sat alone in front of a bunch of screens wondering what he could do to make the time pass faster. He didnt know what fun mechs like Jazz and Blaster got out of it whenever they were in here because right now, there was nothing going on on the screens and Sunstreaker was bored out of his mind. A slight movement on the screen made him look up, only to watch a flock of birds rise out of a tree and take to the sky.
He searched his subspace pockets and came up with only a sheaf of scrap paper left over from one of his art projects. A small smirk graced his lips as he thought of the birds, and he checked the roster to see who was on duty after him. None other than Red Alert himself. Perfect.
Quicky, he got to work, summoning the stack of paper and placing them on the console in front of him, picking sheet by sheet and deftly folding it between his fingers. Time passed, still he kept folding. Finally, as the clock inside indicated he had only 30 minutes of shift-time left he stopped and looked at the 100+ sheets of paper he'd folded.
Snickering he put the last phase of his idea into action...
... The doors to Communications slid open and Red Alert stepped inside. He stopped short, optics widening as he took in the sight before him. The next minute he hit a button on the wall.
"Optimus!"...
... Sunstreaker put on his best "I'm innocent" face as he faced Prowl and Prime in the hallway.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Would you care to explain those?" Prowl gestured into the communications room and at the 100 or so multi-colored paper cranes that hung from the ceiling.
Sunstreaker shrugged. "Origami. Japanese paper-folding art-form".
"I know quite well what Origami is," Prowl replied. "I am asking you to explain what they're doing in there."
"Thought I'd brighten the place up a little. C'mon Prowl, its not like they're gonna hurt anyone, lighten up," Sunstreaker said. "They're just paper birds."
"Well, they're not as destructive as some of his brother's pranks have been," Prime said. "And they ARE quite well-made, it seems like a pity to throw them away."
"You cant be serious Optimus!" Red Alert exclaimed.
"Unless you can come up with a reason on how they could cause potential harm, I dont see any reason to remove them, infact.." Prime reached up and plucked one off the ceiling. "... I think I'll take one for my own office. Nicely-made Sunstreaker. Dismissed."
The warrior saluted, then headed off to his quarters where he and Sideswipe soon broke down into fits of laughter.