Disclaimer : I don't own Transformers or any of its affiliates. I only own my OC(s).
Summary : It's almost Christmas time, and the twins are up to no good.
Author's Note : It's a little early for Christmas but this one bit me in the aft and I had to give it a try. That being said, I apologize if it's not that interesting. I've been really struggling with my plot bunnies for the past...well...year? Two? Three, since I last posted a full story (other than my Reign story)? I'm really just posting whatever I have that can be classified as complete, since right now I'm scraping the bottom of the barrel, so to speak.
So this was written Tuesday night, with little to no editing, no BETA reader, and after pulling an all nighter and being awake for over 30 hrs straight.
FYI: To get the full effect, keep in mind I'm using 'Elf's 'SANTAAAA!' from the movie, so imagine that. ;)
Legend :
"Speaking"
Thoughts
:Internal Coms:
(POV/Time Changes)
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Sam walked through one of the halls in the massive island base, lost in thought and humming to himself as he thought over his life. How quickly he'd gone from zero to hero. From dreaming of the girl and car of his dreams, to actually having them. It never ceased to amaze him, really.
It shouldn't have still shocked him. It happened months ago, and he and Mickey were going strong, but it was just...so hard sometimes, not stepping back and taking a good look at his life and going 'Holy fragging hell!'.
He thought of Mikaela and how he ended up with her.
He thought of Bee, how he'd ended up with him, and how the incredible bot had always had his back.
In fact, he was so lost in thought, that he completely missed the fact that he hadn't stopped at the base 'intersection' and had almost been trampled by Ironhide, who immediately muttered curses at him. And he missed Ratchet chasing the younger twins down a hall, the trio leaping over him with ease, leap-frogging over him to avoid crushing him before continuing on. And then there was Prowl, standing off in a side hallway, staring blankly at nothing. And the snickering older Chevy twins.
That last one was probably dangerous.
Snickering twins?
Yeah, not usually something to be ignored.
And yet, the only thing on his mind was Mikaela's sparkling eyes and breath-taking smile. And her long, long, shapely legs, and her toned, flat stomach, and her full, round-
"Sam!"
Jerking in surprise, he blinked out of his thoughts, only to see the very goddess standing before him, leaning against the ever shiny, new-looking hood of the 2007 Bumblebee Camaro behind her. She wore short jean cut offs and a form fitting tank top, with her long, dark hair flowing loosely around him.
Yeah. He smiled, watching her straighten and walk over to him with a smile. I'm one lucky guy.
She smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking him on the lips slightly, leaning against him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, marvelling in the fact that this was real. He stared into her endlessly blue, blue eyes, unable to shake the disbelief that the girl he'd loved for years was actually his-
And then two voices were echoing slightly through the hangar as two large bots entered and began across the large, open area.
"Are you certain?"
"Indeed."
"This is most concerning."
"Optimus. Ratchet. Hey."
The two bots in question paused automatically and turned towards the source of the voice. The large, blue and red flame decaled bot inclined his head the moment his optics landed on the two tiny humans a small ways away, and the slightly smaller yellow bot at his side scoffed and huffed loudly, before beginning towards them.
"Ahh, perfect! Mikaela Banes. I require your presence for further training." He knelt in front of her, holding out a hand for her to climb on. "Preferably immediately."
"Do I wanna know?" She asked hesitantly, kissing Sam on the cheek before hopping on the palm held open for her, and clinging to the thumb without hesitation.
Ratchet's engine grumbled loudly as he straightened. "Security cameras caught the terror twins in my medical bay earlier. They were clearly looking for something, but the fraggers have learned the positions of my cameras and they know how to avoid them perfectly. I do not know what they were into, but knowing them there will be some sort of fall out, and most likely I will have my servos full with the two of them in my med bay soon enough."
Mikaela stared at him a moment, before glancing to Prime, who only inclined his head silently, to looking down at Sam. "Yeah, I so didn't wanna know." She spoke with exasperation, before rolling her eyes. "I'll see you tonight, handsome! Doc Hatchet and I have some work to do."
"My designation is not 'Doc Hatchet'." Ratchet grumbled sourly.
She grinned at him. "Oh, I know!" Then, waving to the Autobot leader, her boyfriend and her guardian, she sat patiently in Ratchet's palm as the Autobot C.M.O walked off with long, purposeful strides, grumbling the entire way.
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(That Night)
Tension was high.
Mikaela finished her training hours ago, and now she lay across Bumblebee's hood, next to her boyfriend. The two teens stared at the sky, but she had a good feeling he was paying about as much attention to the gorgeous sight over their heads as she was.
"Nothing's happened yet. I...I think I'm actually kinda worried."
Yep. His attention was so not on the pretty stars overhead.
"Me too."
"Their pranks usually don't take this long to manifest...right?"
"Nope."
"Do you think maybe they're not planning something, and Ratchet was seeing things? Or maybe their prank was messing with Ratchet's optics?"
"Doubtful." Making a face, Mikaela rolled onto her side, curling up in the crook of Sam's arm and basking in the heat from his body. "Sam...they were smirking, earlier." She shivered, and not from the cold.
Sam shivered as well. "Oh, Primus!"
Nodding, Mickey curled in deeper against him, staring worriedly at the forest around them.
Smirking twins were never a good thing.
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(Three Days Later)
Nothing happened.
You'd think after days of peace and quiet, the base would settle down. Bots would stop walking on egg shells, humans would stop jumping at shadows, and people would stop being wary of...well...everyone and everything.
They did.
Slowly, bit by bit, the members of N.E.S.T. began to relax, believing that maybe, just maybe they'd over reacted for once. After all, the twins were pranksters but not one hundred percent of the time. Despite what most thought, they did have the capacity of being decent, capable warriors. And even they had lost their smirks as they walked past, so all warning signs had faded.
Now, Optimus was standing at the briefing with Lennox, Prowl, Epps and a handful of N.E.S.T. dignitaries. He was giving a report on the list of items they needed to repair damaged bots, as well as materials needed to work on upgraded defenses. The entire meeting was average and boring and looong...and just when William Lennox was about to doze off, despite his valiant attempts not to, he heard his name being called.
"And now, I believe Major Lennox would like to speak to you concerning...'hosting a party' for Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
...
Have you ever seen a twenty-eight foot tall sentient robotic being jump five feet in the air?
Well now everyone in that office could officially say they had.
Optimus, in one of his less regal moments, literally left the ground with the force of his startlement, before whirling around and staring with wide optics at the being behind him. For a long moment not a single sound was heard other than the suddenly loud revving of a certain police cruiser's engine.
Well, until Epps snorted loudly and began to literally choke on the force of his laughter.
That seemed to set every one of the humans off, and soon the room was filled with laughter. In fact, Optimus himself had to deploy his battle mask to hide the trembling of his lip plates as he seemed to try to hide his amusement and face off against his Second in Command...who looked blankly at him.
"P-Prowl?"
Prowl's optic twitched and his head jerked ever so slightly in a rapid twitch, before he shook his head and fluttered his door wings. "Forgive me Prime. I fear I do not know what-"
"Well, I think it's safe to say we know what the twins did." Lennox cut him off with a grin, standing slowly. "Gentlemen-" He turned to the dignitaries, many of which were still chuckling and giggling quietly. "-I think we may need to post the discussion of our Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
The humans and bots exchanged looks, and this time, not even Prime himself could fight off the laughter, despite the look Prowl was sending him.
Yeah, the twins were so fragged.
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(Elsewhere)
"Hey Bee! 'Hide!" Sam walked over to the two bots sitting with Ratchet and Jazz out on the tarmac, staring up at the sky. "Have you guys seen Optimus?"
"I believe they were-Oh! There they come, now."
Prime and Prowl were heading briskly towards them. That, in itself, wouldn't have been odd...if a giggling Lennox wasn't half dragging a breathless Epps who had tears trailing down his face, and was also giggling madly. Both men sounded ridiculously like a giddy Homer Simpsons as they seemed to struggle to retreat into a distant hangar. The group stared as the very clearly amused Prime headed their way (who still had his battle mask engaged to hide the grin his optics were displaying clearly), with a very clearly annoyed Second in Command behind him.
"Prime? Has something happened at the meeting?" Ironhide tilted his head curiously.
Sam frowned. Optimus was amused, Prowl was annoyed and Lennox and Epps were beside themselves with laughter. Oh yeah, something had happened. Then, remembering about the meeting and what it was about, he groaned a bit. "Oh man, please tell me they at least approved of the Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
Everyone jumped as the shout echoed around them.
Everything went still.
Then Ironhide's optics twitched.
Prowl's door wings stiffened.
Sam snorted.
Mikaela tried (and failed) to hide her startled laughter behind her hands.
Jazz blinked blankly.
Bumblebee stared a moment, said frag it all, and fell over laughing.
Everyone was staring at Ironhide, who looked more than a little mortified. Well, before the expression darkened into something far more sinister.
"Y-You too, old f-friend?" Optimus' voice hitched quietly.
"The twins?"
"It seems we found out what they were planning. I can only guess they were looking at blueprints of our vocal modification schematics and decided to manufacture a 'glitch' of their own." Ratchet seemed to immediately realize what was going on, and shone a scanner on Ironhide and Prowl briefly.
"Really? A vocal remodification?" Jazz tilted his head, very amused. "Well, it could'a been worse, I s'pose."
The bots seemed to take that into consideration. A slight vocal remodification? Yes, that was rather mild...if that was all the bots had done. Optimus nodded severely at Jazz's words, though his optics were laughing at his two dear friends. "Indeed. It appears whenever someone says the word 'Christma'-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
"...That happens..."
By this point Bumblebee's two charges and Jazz were rolling on the ground next to him, laughing hysterically. And over at the hangar, Will had long ago collapsed, both him and Epps twin piles of twitching, vibrating flesh and laughter.
The bots remained still as Ratchet (grinning all the while, because slag he was enjoying this!) scanned them relentlessly and muttered to himself about the work the twins had done.
"So it seems that whenever the English word 'Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
"-is muttered, their reaction is to scream that word out like excited little sparklings? Well, I dare say the twins' timing couldn't have been more perfect. With the human holiday of Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
Optimus shook his head, but any attempt at being the stern leader was lost in the shaking of his shoulders and his repeated failures to remain stoic and commanderish. Oh, he was trying! He was just...failing...miserably...
Sam was trying to crawl away and save himself. Anybot listening could hear his pleading, gasping 'S-S-STAHP!' as he choked on his laughter.
Ironhide's optic had developed an alarming twitch.
Prowl's helm began to smoke.
And Ratchet? Well Ratchet was clearly enjoying himself, and not afraid to bask in the misery of the other bots around him. "-approaching quickly, I fear that Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
:Seriously, Ratch?: Ironhide's helm twitched slightly and he literally growled. Like a rabid beast. :I slagging hate you!:
Optimus snorted in an entirely unmechly way.
Ratchet only smirked wider, optics glinting. :You know what, Prime? I think I might leave this glitch for a while.:
Prime facepalmed.
Ratchet's voice hitched briefly. "-w-will be the primary topic of all discussion both on base and off." Then he blinked, seemingly sobering briefly. "However, I would highly recommend these two, and any other potentially infected bots, remain on base until this problem is resolved. It may be difficult to convince the humans we are 'normal cars' when just the mere mention of Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
"-brings about that response." And he was grinning all over again!
By this point there wasn't a human in the vicinity who wasn't laughing until they cried. Especially with the increasingly deadly looks on Ironhide and Prowl's face plates. Those that couldn't walk were retreating in shaky army crawls across the ground, trying to get away from the bots who looked ready to dismantle their own allies.
Optimus smirked behind his mask as Ratchet finally trailed off, before nodding. "Agreed. Until we get this glitch sorted out, it might be best if Ironhide and Prowl remain on base for Christma-"
"SANNTAAAA!"
Ironhide groaned. :Oh, come on Prime! Not you, too!:
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Author's Note: I can't remember if it's spelled Mikeala or Mikaela so bear with me if I spell it wrong, please.
Written : Nov 18, 2014
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'Kitten.