**Author's note**
Plot bunnies work in strange ways. They told me that they disserve their own story and thus this story came to mind. I thought that Jazz or Sunstreaker should be writing the report for Prowl or Optimus. It was a hard choice. Enjoy…
Plot Bunny Report
"Stay in here till you finish that report for me!" ordered Prowl. He threw Sunstreaker into the empty room. Sunstreaker sat on the floor and grumbled.
"I need a pen and paper!" he yelled. Suddenly a pen and paper hit him in the head. He grunted. He sat in his desk and tapped his pen.
"What not to do to Prowl…" Sunstreaker repeated again for the twelfth time. He quickly began to scribble on his paper.
What not to do
A report by Sunstreaker
He paused and thought a moment. He smiled and nodded erasing his words.
What not to do
A report by the supreme Sunstreaker
He paused again. He tapped the pen against his chin. He hummed and quickly crossed out his words.
What not to do
A report by the special superhero Sunstreaker
He snickered as he thought about super heroes. He began writing about a superhero.
"Superhero Sunstreaker!" a person cried.
"What is it? I'm a very busy superhero!" Sunstreaker answered.
"The city is in danger again!" the person wailed.
"Don't threat! The supreme Superhero I am will save the day like I have for the past
Sunstreaker stopped. He counted on his fingers how many days the superhero saved the day. He counted his hands five times till he got bored and erased the story. He tapped the pen on the desk as he thought. Then he stopped. What if he was in a band!?
"Sunstreaker!"
"What is it Jazz?"
"We go on in five minutes!"
"So? I'll go on when I decide to!"
"You're so smart Sunstreaker!" Sideswipe pleaded.
"Oh, not another fan. Security!" Sunstreaker chuckled. Ironhide came in and lifted Sideswipe.
"I love your music!" Sideswipe called after.
"Sunstreaker don't tell me you forgot the notes already!" Jazz spat.
Sunstreaker paused. He couldn't write a whole song for the story. That'd take too long! He erased the story again, going back to tapping the pen. He groaned. Then he smiled.
Detective Sunstreaker sat back in his chair. There was another crime out there and I was up to him to stop it, again. The damsel this time was an old timer. Big, buff, and defiantly old!
"Oh Sunstreaker I need your help!" begged Ironhide.
"Well I still need my pay before I help you," Sunstreaker answered.
"I'll give you payment!" Ironhide snapped.
Sunstreaker snapped out of his story thinking of how Ironhide would pound his face in with him being the damsel needing help. Ironhide never needed help. The eraser was shrinking! The desk was dented from the tapping. He sighed. He began writing again.
"What we doing today, Sunny?"
"The same thing we do every day."
"Pranks?"
"Yep!"
"Who will it be today?"
"Ironhide?"
"No we did him Monday!"
"Optimus?"
"Tuesday…"
"Jazz?"
"Saturday…"
"Ratchet?"
"Are you crazy!?"
Sunstreaker paused. That sounded far too much like his real life to be a story. He wasn't doing a biography. He hated reading those! He erased quickly. He wrote again.
"Leader! The Decepticons are coming!" Optimus cried out. Sunstreaker pointed his gun.
"Then fire, weakling!" Sunstreaker ordered. Optimus nodded.
"You're the best leader we've had!" he cheered, running off.
"I've won every battle I've faced!" Sunstreaker boasted.
"Sunstreaker!" Sideswipe wailed.
"What is it my brother, General of War?!" Sunstreaker called.
"Sunstreaker are you working?"
Sunstreaker froze. Prowl? Oh no the report!
**Author's note**
Sunstreaker's got some imagination!