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Summary: Welcome to behind the scenes of TFA. Here are the bloopers that never made it into the tv show…

Warning: Slash, Yaoi, Gay, boy x boy, mech x mech. I really can't get much clearer than that. Apparently I have some younger viewers who are unable to understand that the internet is not PG-rated for their convenience. This fic is rated M... meaning MATURE, for a reason. So, if you are underage, not interested in slash/yaoi, or just a flamer at heart, it would be lovely if you would go find another fanfiction that you might actually enjoy reading.

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Thy Sting pt 1

Episode : Where is Thy Sting?

(Blooper Style)

'Sentinel Prime! What are you doing in the Earth sector? Have you been bedding that little floozy, Optimus... AGAIN? Return to Cybertron immediately!' Longarm announced, looking pissed off.

'It's not what you think. Besides, you're the one who ordered us to follow the Decepticon traitor Wasp to this sector,' Sentinel tried to explain.

'I don't care! I made it perfectly clear when we started dating that I wouldn't accept you sneaking around behind my back,' the grey and white mech stated, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare.

'I told you, this trip is just business,' Sentinel groaned, feeling a migraine coming on.

'I'm sure Optimus Prime and his bots are already on top of the situation,' Ultra Magnus informed Sentinel and Jazz.

'With all do respect, I hope not. I'm the only mech that gets to top Prowl,' Jazz announced.

'What about that bounty hunter?' Sentinel asked, scratching his chin.

'How did you know about that? It was just one time. And he was coming onto us both. And we were very drunk, might I add,' Jazz stated.

'Yeah, sure. I bet all you ninja bots are secretly hot little sex kittens in the sack,' Sentinel leered at his partner.

'You're just jealous cause your lover will probably make you sleep on the couch when you get back to Cybertron. Oh, and not to mention that Optimus refuses to have a quickie with you... not that you don't try everytime we see his group,' Jazz growled back.

'Hey, keep my personal life out of this!' Sentinel snarled.

But it was true. Optimus wouldn't even consent to a quickie... for old times sake.

'I'm gonna mop the dojo with your sorry ninja... WHISTLE! Nice aft, Prime!'

'Bumblebee!

'Bumblebee, when I put you on monitor duty... I didn't mean watch robo porn all day long!'

'Awww... but I have to keep an eye on my rivals. Did you know that Cliffjumper can bend all the way...'

'Bumblebee! Focus. This is not the strip bars of Cybertron. You are in the army now,' Prime tried to look stern.

'Awww... Are you sure you don't want to pretend we're at a strip bar? Don't you wanna see me in... action?' the yellow mech moaned, trailing a servo down his striped chasis.

'Uh... er...' Prime looked around the room quickly for any sign of one of the other mechs (or a certain young humanoid girl)

'Well?' Bumblebee purred.

'My room, now!' Optimus grabbed the smaller mech by the servo and yanked him off the couch.

'Now we're talking!'

'We have to warn them that Longarm is a Decepticon spy,' Optimus insisted.

'Oooh yes. Longarm,' Bumblebee groaned, optics going hazy with the... pleasurable memories.

'You didn't...' Optimus fought the urge to rub his head in frustration.

'Mmmmm... the things he could do with those long arms,' Bumblebee purred.

'Liquid falling from the sky? What is with this planet?'Sentinel yelled.

'Crazy, isn't it. Prowl just loves interfacing in the rain. It's like an outdoor carwash... a sizzling hot outdoor carwash,' Jazz said with a smile.

'Oversexed ninjabots,' Sentinel grumbled.

'Don't you answer your hailing frequencies anymore, Optimus?' Sentinel snarled when the other Prime's group transformed in front of them.

'For the last time, Sentinel. I'm not interested in having an affair with you,' Optimus told his ex.

'This isn't about that! But since you brought it up, why not? We were good together.'

'But I can do better.'

'No one makes you wetter.'

'Sentinel, you're like cheddar. Cheesy... white cheddar.'

(couldn't resist. Love that song. "No Booty Calls")

'Don't you remember us, Ratchet sir?' the orange flyer pouted.

'Sideswipe? Then the blue flyer is...' Ratchet gasped in shock.

'Sunstreaker. Still as hot as ever,' the blue flyer smirked.

'Hey, hey! Your names are Jetfire and Jetstorm now!' Sentinel announced, arms crossed over his chest.

'Yes, whatever. So, after we catch the Decepticon spy... you have a promise to be keeping, Doctor,' Jetfire (Sideswipe) grinned at the uncomfortable red and white ambulance.

'Uh, that is... You're both way too young to be with an old mech like me,' Ratchet backed up quickly.

'Oh, not so old. We've been with older. Like Ultra Magnus, Kup, Red Alert... He got a sex change, you know. Now he's Ms. Red Alert,' Jetstorm (Sunstreaker) smirked.

'Seriously? Red Alert's a femme? That might be interesting,' Ratchet pondered, remembering his old room mate back in medical school.

'So don't be running away, Doctor bot. We be tracking you down if you try,' Jetfire promised, before the pair jet off into the air in search of Wasp.

'Wow, Ratchet. I never knew...' Optimus whistled.

'They'll sleep with an old medic bot, but they won't even give me a servo job!' Sentinel wailed in frustration.

'Now the Decepticons are after me too? YES! I'm still a hot little piece of aft!' Bumblebee hollered as he raced down the road.

'Bulkhead WAIT! I can prove it's me,' the green mech insisted, hands still in the air.

Bulkhead narrowed his optics, but didn't stop swinging his ball and chain.

'Remember that time back at the boot camp when we snuck into the showers for some private time?'

'Well, yeah. But Wasp walked in on us. So you must be Wasp!'

'Uh, then what about the time I gave you a servo job during a training exercise... and you accidentally knocked that wall down on Sentinel. And I took the rap for you!'

Bulkhead's optics widened from the memory. He barely had time to stop himself from hitting the smaller mech with his ball and chain. And looking down at those adorable blue eyes pleading with him was enough to nearly stop his spark.

'BUMBLEBEE!'

'I'm not who you think I am!' Bumblebee shouted, before landing on the ground.

'You are two timer. What is to know?' Jetstorm announced.

'Sunstreaker, is that you?' the scout mech asked.

'New and improved,' Jetstorm smirked.

'I can't believe you forgot about us, Wasp,' Jetfire landed next to his brother.

'I keep telling you I'm not Wasp,' Bumblebee tried to explain.

'Yeah right.'

'How about when I broadcast all those kinky things you said about Ultra Magnus over the loud speaker,' the yellow bot asked.

'No... Wait a nano click! That was you?' Sentinel stood up.

'What sort of kinky things?' Optimus asked.

'There must be some way to prove whose telling the truth,' Optimus insisted.

'Well, we could always see which one is better in bed. Cause, you know, Bumblebee's the best,' Bulkhead said, rubbing his head.

'Then that means that the head of Autobot Intel is...' Jazz gasped.

'A Decepticon cross-dressing as an Autobot,' Optimus sighed.

'That's actually kinda hot...' the jet twins mused aloud.

'TWINS!' Sentinel yelled.

... tbc...

Author's Note : check out part 2 for "Meet the Actors"