Something a little short a sweet… if not sadistic.

Summary: Jazz and Optimus Prime have a little fun at Sentinel's expense.

Optimus was out on patrol, a common activity for the Earth bound auto bot. What wasn't so common were the two bots that had joined him for the activity.

The Elite Guard was once again visiting to do a standard "check up" on Optimus and his team. And so, true to fashion, Jazz and Sentinel Prime were to accompany him on one of the standard patrols. Nothing too eventful, seeing that Jazz and Optimus had both grown used to the slag that was bound to emerge for the other Prime's mouth the moment their wheels touched the pavement.

As was happening now. Sentinel was deep into one of his (false) stories about the various accomplishments he had obtained whilst Optimus was stuck here on "this despicable mud ball called a planet." Now, usually Optimus was against Sentinel's ego boosting diatribes and had no patience for the blue mech's constant pot shots directed his way. But Jazz's running comm dialogue was more than enough to keep the young Prime's interested and amused.

At least until Sentinel ran over that jagged pot hole.

"For bootin' up cold!" the elite mech grumbled as he skidded on his brakes. Optimus and Jazz pulled silently along side.

"Everything alright Sentinel?" the earth Prime was obligated to ask.

"No, no it's not." the other mumbled through his vents. The distaste in his voice was nearly tangible. "Leave it to a bunch of slime filled organics to not know how to take care of a road."

'Leave it to SP ta not see it.' Jazz commed in retort. Optimus had to stifle the laugh that had wanted to shoot through. Instead he covered it with a slight cough, catching his former academy mate's attention.

"Is your tire blown?" he asked carefully, trying his best to ignore the ninja's comm of 'Nah, but his ego is.'

"Yeah," Sentinel bit. "Jazz, you stay with Optimus and finish the patrol, I'm going to head back to the ship and get his fixed."

"Ya gonna drive back?" Jazz'z sudden vocal inquiry took the young Prime by surprise seeing that the usually boisterous mech had been vocally silent the entire patrol.

"Uh, yeah? Why?"

Optimus was soon to catch on.

"Sentinel, doesn't your alt form have magnesium rims?" Sentinle twitched on his shocks.

"And? What's your point?"

Optimus supressed a chuckle.

"Nothing." Optimus waved off as he revved his engine, " Just don't hit any more pot holes on your way back."

"Oh, Ha ha ha Optimus," Sentinel shot back, his head lights flaring. With that, the blue truck turned and started off back towards that ship.

Jazz and Optimus gave each other a half glance, a small chuckle was shared, and the two continued with the patrol.

Barely a breem passed before Optimus and Jazz heard a buzz on their comm links. Optimus transformed, Jazz doing like wise as they both opened the lines.

"I'M GOING TO OFF LINE YOU IF YOU KNEW THEY WERE GOING TO BURST INTO FLAMES!" Sentinels' voice boomed across the comms. Jazz and Optimus burst into fits of laughter, the cyber ninja actually falling of his knees as he did his best not to snort through his vents.

"What can I say Sentinel?" the young prime managed through his shorting vocalizer, "Chemistry is your friend."