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(this is what happens when I watch Disney movies late at night... Crack. Starring Prowl, Jazz, a cameo by Cliffjumper and mentions of other ARK members. Enjoy!)
There were no other words for it.
Prowl, Second in Command of the Autobot faction and general Cold Aft, had a sugar rush.
Jazz groaned as Prowl's face lit up at the sight of a shiny looking data-pad, "Prowl as much as you like paperwork I'd advise not eating it" He commented as the SIC took one look at the shiny, silver edge of the pad and immediately stuck it in his mouth.
Prowl's overly bright blue optics watched him almost wearily as the saboteur managed to pry the pad out of the tacticians mouth only for the SIC to suddenly start to babble like Bluestreak on a good day.
"You know I should have cut loose ages ago and now I see why Bluestreak likes talking so much because it gets so much off your chest plates and you can get people to listen to you more if you interact by talking, but the funny thing is I just generally can't be bothered. I mean if you had to do all the paper work I have to do… Squirrel!" Jazz shot up from his seat in fright as Prowl suddenly flung out a hand and pointed to the door his optics taking on a crazed sheen.
Cliffjumper stuck his head in the door looking annoyed as Prowl relaxed and went back to poking his data-pads with the end of a stylus. "He still being weird?"
"If you include chewing on data-pads, snapping stylus' and randomly shouting 'squirrel' at inanimate and moving objects then yes" Jazz sighed as Prowl broke another stylus between his fingers and with a disgusted frown tossed it onto the floor among the other broken ones he had gotten through "Have the Twin's got their punishment yet?"
"Ironhide strapped them to moving targets in the firing range. Weapons practice has never been so popular" Cliffjumper said nervously edging away when Prowl started humming to himself swaying from side to side in his seat, doorwings flopping up and down in lazy contentment.
"Still can't believe that they poured seven bags of sugar into his energon" Jazz chuckled as the SIC bobbed his head in apparent agreement.
"They were snickering when I was drinking my energon, then it went a bit fuzzy" Prowl said with an oddly cute pout "I remember telling Sunny that he was a jerk and Sideswipe that he was a brat in serious need of parental guidance. And that was it… poof! I can't remember what I done after that. It's weird isn't it? You know, I do hope I punched one of them, the little snots deserve it! After all the grief they give me over their blasted pranks and insubordinations, the least they can do is stand and take a punch"
"Yeah… I'll tell Ratchet he still needs a few hours to calm down from that system purge before he gets another one" Cliffjumper said as the tactical officer gripped the edge of his desk and leaned forward to convey his point "Sugar is actually blends quite well with energon according to Wheeljack, they poured a beaker of energon on a sample of sugar they took and the energy surge fused all the lights in the labs."
"Fun. Prowl try to keep the talking out of Bluestreak proportions please" Jazz said reclining back in his chair as the tactician twitched, watching Cliffjumper edge out of the door and escape down the corridor at a run "You are terrorising the crew"
"But I like talking to you" Prowl said suddenly his attention suddenly focused keenly on Jazz, sliding out of his chair sauntering over and leaning into the saboteurs personal bubble "You pretty"
"Uhh… Thank you?" Jazz nearly squeaked as Prowl's fingers ran down his chest plating
"Can I frag you?" Prowl suddenly asked keenly
The Head of Speacial Operation choked on air as Prowl leaned in further, his intakes puffing out sweet smelling atmosphere thanks to the sugar infused energon that the tactician had drunk and was responsible for the SIC's peculiar behaviour "How about we go slow first?" he almost begged trying to lean away. "I'd rather hear you ask that when you are completely sober"
"I'm not drunk, I'm as high as a… a kite!" Prowl declared proudly after some thought waving a finger in Jazz's face in the universal 'nuh-uh' gesture "Can I go outside now?" the Datsun asked suddenly his optics loosing the intense flare of cobalt blue and returning to their cool icy light, moving away from Jazz to slouch in his chair again.
"Man all these conversation changes are going to give me whiplash" Jazz muttered with a relieved sigh rubbing his optics under his visor as Prowl seemed to bounce on his chair waiting for an answer "No, Ratchet says to stay here until your battle computer and processors manage to sort through all that weird energy you've got running through you"
"Ratchet-smatchet" Prowl grumbled picking up another stylus and beginning to doodle on a data-pad that had 'Classified: On risk of extermination if opened!' written on it "You know, I think the reason that he is moody is that he and Wheeljack don't get it on often enou… Squirrel!"
Jazz groaned again rolling his optics as Prowl pointed at the lamp on his desk "That's a lamp Prowl"
"Oh" Prowl replied poking it with the end of a stylus "Can I sing?"
"If you want to" Jazz said shrugging "Your office, I'm just babysitting you until reality reboots"
And so Prowl, Second in command of the Autobots and general Cold Aft started to sing… "Just a spoonful of sugar makes the energon go down, in the most delightful way!"
