Drabble 2
Silverwing grumbled under her breath as she marched her way toward her first job. She clutched a bucket of cleaning solution in one servo, with a multi-purpose mop in the other.
After she'd made Prowl crash, Ratchet was even more ticked off with her than ever. She had also earned herself a couple more extra chores for that antic, but she couldn't help grinning to herself. It had been worth it, in a way, to see Prowl crash like that. She decided she would have to do that again sometime.
"So, storage rooms seven to eleven, eh?" she murmured as she approached her destination. She hated the idea of having to clean them out. Especially since it meant she would have to move everything first.
Still, she had an idea up her servo to make things less boring. She would clean the rooms, yes, but she would also do something else as well. She had a few paint canisters conveniently and cleverly hidden within specific air vents. Once she was done cleaning, she could simply take them out and give each room a nice "touch-up".
"Let's see," she murmured to herself thoughtfully. She set down the cleaning supplies and went over to the nearest air vent. She tugged the panel beside the vent loose and looked inside. Sure enough, her cans of paint were still there.
"Hmmm, maybe I can paint storage room seven purple with pink polka-dots!" she giggled as she began to haul out her paint cans, setting them on the floor beside her. "And then I can paint room eight with as much graffiti as I can muster..." She cackled evilly at that idea.
"If you are going to attempt to do that, you might want to make sure no one over hears your ideas. Or get caught for that matter," came a new voice from the doorway. Sideswipe grinned as the femme jumped and wide optics were turned towards him.
"Sideswipe!" she exclaimed, looking both relieved and annoyed. "Don't DO that!" However, her annoyance quickly melted away. "I'm glad to see you, though." She grinned impishly, holding up a pail of paint. "Wanna help? If we both clean up these storage rooms, we can then paint them! And maybe we'll be done before anyone sees. C'mon, whaddaya say?" She blinked her optics at him.
"Frag no I won't help you clean up the storage area. I've had enough of that in the past thank you. How about you clean the storage and I paint." He offered.
Now her smile vanished. Her face fell, then filled with a pouty expression. "That is so NOT fair!" she exclaimed. "And it's no fun, either." She shook her head. "No way. We're BOTH gonna clean the storage places, THEN paint them, together." She stared at him with a stern expression, waiting to see what he said.
"Why should I help you clean it, I'm not the one in trouble for pulling that prank the other day, nor for making Prowl crash his computer." Sideswipe said not at all liking how the femme was trying to trick him into cleaning. "If you want it cleaned, then do that yourself. See ya," he said turning and heading out of the storage.
"WAIT!" Silverwing shouted, rushing toward him and grabbing his arm. "Just hold on, there!" she said, thinking quickly. "I, uh... you... um, you haven't let me finish! I've got something else to offer you too, if you help me."
"And what would that be?"
Now her grin widened. She pulled back and placed a suggestive servo over her spark chamber. "I think you know what I might be able to... offer," she purred, then she stepped closer to him. She put an arm across his shoulders, then pressed her forehead against his helm. "You, me, alone," she said in a husky tone. "My quarters. After we work together on this. What do you say?"
Now Sideswipe was slightly scared in the change of attitude that came to Silverwing. To put it bluntly he never really had a partner outside of his brother, nor did he have any intention too. "Ah.. no... thanks," he stammered slightly.
Silverwing pulled back, looking both hurt and disappointed. She had the look down to a tee. "Aw, what's the matter?" she pouted, pursing her lower lip component. "I'm not good enough, or pretty enough?"
Sideswipe gulped. "No... that's... not what.. I'm saying," he said quickly, glancing down the hallway, then back at the femme. "It's just... that..."
"He's already taken," came a growl from their left. Their optics landed on a pissed off Sunstreaker, who had his arms crossed and glaring dangerously at Silverwing.
The femme frowned a little. She'd thought that she could make some headway with Sideswipe, but now... well, this was complicating things. Maintaining her pouty expression, she looked at Sideswipe's face. "It's getting kind of crowded in here," she grumbled.
Sideswipe was yanked back as a low growl came from the golden mech who stepped up in front of the two. "Don't touch what is not yours," he hissed, keeping a hand on his brother.
"Aw, so you boys don't know how to share?" Silverwing mumbled. "You two are no fun."
Again another growl. "NO WE DON'T," snapped Sunstreaker turning his back on Silverwing and reaching towards his brother. Surprised all Sideswipe could do was just stand there as his brothers arms lifted him up without any difficulty and thrown him over his shoulder. The yellow mech then turned and walked away, leaving Sideswipe to look back at the femme who was watching them go. Upon reaching the end of the hallway Sunstreaker paused and looked back at her. "Sideswipe belongs to me," he said swinging back around, causing Sideswipe to bang his head on the wall.
A 'Hey watch it' coming from the red mech before disappearing out of sight.
Silverwing stared after them for some time before she blinked, let alone moved a little. Frankly, it wasn't as if she'd never been turned down before. That was something she could handle, because sometimes mechs would refuse to interface with her. But that... she had never seen a display quite like that in all her life.
"Slag," she finally muttered under her breath. Now she was once again left to do all the cleaning work on her own.
Still, it would be worth it... so long as she still got to paint each of the walls once she was done. She smiled at the thought.
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She managed to get it all done by the end of the day, partly due to her excitement of being able to pull another of her pranks. In storage room 7, she painted the walls purple with pink polka-dots. In room 8, she used white paint to put every kind of graffiti she'd ever learned on the walls. In room 9, she simply painted the walls orange. Room 10 she painted a pattern of black and white stripes. Then, finally, she used whatever paint she had leftover on the final room. This ended up being a sloppy mess of every color she had, smeared and slopped onto all of the walls.
Then she disposed of her paint cans and took off. She needed to find a place to hide... before anyone saw what she'd done.
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Sometime later Prowl was walking through the lower levels of the base, with Jazz walking next to them. The saboteur was with him since he wouldn't be able to carry more then three crates by himself. Plus, there was the fact that he wanted to check over the work he knew Silverwing had done down here, after assigning it to her a few days ago.
They were heading to storage room 10, talking to one another, Prowl typing in the code waiting for the door to slide open. Both mech's paused in their talk, optics widening as they looked about the room that was painted in black and white stripes.
Jazz was first to speak. "You gotta admit, she's got spunk," he grinned looking at Prowl.
The tactician said nothing, as he turned on his heel and stride off the way they had come, a loud 'SILVERWING' reverberating around the quiet hallways, Jazz chuckling as he stood where he was.
