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"Sir, kindly get your aft out of my faceplate" Prowl rumbled as he was practically crushed by the large Prime's weight leaning against him, flattening the Dodge Charger police cruiser to the wall, doorwings spread so that they weren't crushed against the nauseating orange walls.
"I would if that Bondmate of yours would stop squirming" Optimus clicked back, his helm twisted at an odd angle against the ceiling so that he could fit into the small rectangular box that they somehow found themselves in after an energy flux in Wheeljack's lab.
"Well you try to reach a lock from this angle, and I am half your size! Give me some credit!" Jazz snapped a lock picker hanging from his servo while he balanced over Prime's shoulder to reach the door only clang into something invisible "Dammit Mirage, move your helm!"
"Oh I do apologize" the noble mech replied sarcastically, amber optics flaring out of the dark gloom of the rectangular prison as he dropped his invisibility cloak "Would you like me to move two inches left or right?"
"Stop being a smart aft and help me" Jazz grumbled tossing the lock pick to his subordinate as he lost his balance on the annoyed Prime.
"Woah!" the saboteur flailed slightly before taking a face-plant onto the floor at the Prime's pedes
"Floor: 1, Jazz: 0" Prowl commented blandly as the ring of Jazz colliding with the orange floor rang in the small space
"Want to kiss it better, Prowler?" Jazz taunted, his pedes still waving in the air as he attempted to struggle off of his face and get upright in the cramped space.
"I'm crushed against the wall by our illustrious Prime and if anything I'll be kicking Optimus for taking us down past Wheeljack's lab on the way to the command room" the cop-bot grumbled giving Optimus' calf plating a soft kick, making the Prime give a surprised rumble "Why the frag are you so big?"
"Don't look at me like that" Optimus grumbled feeling Prowl's annoyed golden gaze in the back of his helm as he rotated his neck so that his helm was tilted the other way to ease the pressure on his neck joint "I was actually really small when I was a sparkling"
"I should have gone with Hound on that patrol, but nooo, I had to be a clean freak and demand a shower." Mirage ranted to himself as he managed to wiggle the thin wire in a gap on the lock-pad "Now here I am stuck with three of the Autobot elite in a closet. How the frag am I going to live this down?"
"Not very easily Raj" Jazz snickered managing to flip himself over with some clever transforming of various parts "I'm imagining the jokes that everybody is going to be crowing when we get out. 'Is that you coming out of the closet then?' the humans will say, 'well I didn't think you four had anything in common' Ironhide will giggle. I'm already bonded slag it!"
"Speaking of closets, I don't remember authorising one to be painted orange." Prowl noted tapping the walls with his clawed digits "Ours are all silver/grey, these are the most nauseating orange I have ever had the misfortune to lay my optics on, plus the walls we have back at base are made of human metals that can easily be knocked down if you tried. These only dented when Jazz fell over."
"Decepticon plot?" Jazz asked with a snicker as Mirage finally tore off the lock-pad in frustration to get at the primary wires within.
"Doubt they would be this stupid" Prowl replied "I mean who come up with the plan to put three Autobot Officers and an Aristocrat in a cramped box?"
"One that wants to us to tear each other to pieces" Mirage grumbled slitting a few wires and twisting them, sparks jumping wildly "there. It should open now."
True to the spy's words the orange door hissed open with a displeased beep. "Aww, mech" Jazz groaned from behind Mirage "The whole damn place is orange!"
"Uh-oh" Prime said suddenly as he shifted, feeling his pede step onto something round. The large round ball popped as the large flame decorated mech lurched forward into Jazz and Mirage sending all three crashing into the corridor.
"Ahh, much better" Prowl clicked to himself flexing his doorwings as he stepped over the three groaning mechs.
"Prime, as disrespectful as this will sound" Mirage snapped from under the large thirty foot mech "Get your heavy aft off of my back!"
"Oops, sorry, my bad" Optimus chuckled getting off of the silver saboteur and his blue and white subordinate
"Clap your hands, say I do believe in fairies" Jazz mumbled, the dark Cybertronian glass shielding his optics flicking up to reveal his flickering icy blue optics that usually conveyed confusion and disorientation.
"Jazz, stop making Disney references" Prowl snorted as he scanned the corridor, a large plane of gold light running over everything in the corridor before the light disappeared back into the SIC's optics building a mental picture of the area. "You've been watching them with Bluestreak, haven't you?"
"He's your adoptive baby Prowler" Jazz snickered as he managed to make it to his pedes "I think you squished a few cogs Prime" Jazz grunted at his leader as he gave a long stretch, gears, cogs and parts snapping and straining back into place, the scar over his stomach plating where Megatron had torn him in half flashing in the bright lighting of the corridor.
"He's a grown mech!" Prowl retorted as Mirage and Optimus rolled their optics between the two as they bantered, both mechs looking like they were observing a tennis match.
-Red Alert's Security Room-
Red Alert scanned the monitor bank again, blue optics trailing over each individual screen of his beloved cameras religiously. "Come on Red" Inferno sighed as he scratched one of his wing like protrusions to be rid of an itch, the appendage fluttering a little under Inferno's fingers. "You were supposed to be off duty ten breems ago and it's the middle of the night"
"Just one more scan" Red Alert said suddenly catching sight of what appeared to be four unusual mechs on the Storage deck. His horns began to grow hot, flickering a crackling blue. "Inferno! Get Prime and Prowl on the link"
"What?" the fire engine asked cracking open an optic
"Never mind" Red Alert squeaked frantically reaching for his 'Intruder Alarm' button, the klaxons coming online with a sharp wail.
"Red Alert!" Prowl's sharp, but groggy snap cut across his comm. link "What the frag?"
"Prowl where are you right this second?" the Security director panicked seeing a familiar red chevroned mech, with scary golden optics look directly into the camera on the storage deck
"I'm coming out of my quarters" the SIC replied in confusion "Why?"
"Because" Red Alert gulped just before his processor gave into hysteria, even as Inferno hovered worriedly behind him "You are also standing in the Storage Decks staring right into my camera"
A/N: Yeah, just a silly 2007/G1 crossover I had floating around on my computer. Hope you liked it! (I'll probably get another chapter added to it sooner or later)