Part Time Pets
By: MyNameIsJag
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING…so don't ask me to give you a bot…Bay refuses to hand them over to me.
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Based on my Anibot drabbles in WPB. What do you do when you need the help but can't afford to hire someone, why you get a 'pet' of course. Welcome to the world of Anibot's where they work to make you happy so they can be too.
Chapter 2: Cats Will Be The Death Of Him
The sound of dark laughter ranged through the room as the sound echoed off the walls, to most it was a sound that sent shivers down their spins, for Optimus…it was annoying and he really wished it would stop, he didn't find any humor in the situation at all.
"It's not funny, Megatron"
The gun gray mech just snorted and took a gulp of his cube, a large smile still on his face, "To you, to me, it's funny as Pit."
The Prime shook his helm and continued to tap on a datapad, "He completely ignored me and when he was paying attention, he was giving me this look that I couldn't read but I'm pretty sure it was one that said, 'I don't care' and Jazz didn't help."
"Pfft, now you know why I hate cats, things never listen."
A quick look over to his closest friend and the multicolored mech rolled his optics, "You don't like cats because you think Skyfire's pet is out to get you."
The cube was slammed down on the seat's armrest and the smile was replaced with a frown, "He IS! Explain how the science wing is on the other side of the building and yet, by some bend in reality, I get a fragging cat stuck to the top of my helm trying to scratch my optics out!"
Now it was the truck's turn to laugh, "Oh, come on, Starscream was just being playful and that only has happened a couple of times."
"It happens every day! The workers here don't need to look at a clock to tell what time it is, 'Oh, look, Megatron's being attacked again, is it 10 already?' It is annoying, not to mention the damn shuttle refuses to leave him home because he says the damn thing is useful to the science division. I didn't know we were doing a study on naps, cause that's all I've ever seen the thing do when I could see after Hook get's through laughing his aft off at me because he thinks it's hilarious. Fragging cats!"
The Prime lifted an optic ridge, "You done ranting now?"
"I hope you get attacked."
"Why don't you stay in your office until 11?"
A snort, "I've tried that, the slagging feline keeps finding me!"
"Try locking your door."
"It doesn't really matter if he did or not, my kind has ways of getting in without being noticed."
"HOLY FRAGGIN CARRIER OF UNICRON"S AFT!"
Prowl didn't even look up from his datapad at the two startled mechs, though he did make a note to get the cleaning bot to come and take care of the energon that was thrown at the wall from the Lord High Protector's sudden jump up. His ear twitched as the two stared at him, "I would appreciate not being gawked at like a circus attraction. Please close your mouths sirs, you look like your trying to copy a landed fish."
The Leader shuttered his optics before closing up his facemask, he had let it down to enjoy his meal with his company and had completely forgotten it was down. He gave a quick glance over at the mech on his couch, who was smirking…great…he was up to something…
"Prowl, can you please knock before you come in?"
A tilt of the white helm as the white ears turned to focus on some random sound, "I apologize sir, I was not aware I was interrupting your private time with Lord High Protector."
The pure look of glee on Megatron's face was something that would always haunt the truck for the rest of his lifespan, but at the moment he was too busy with his own look of horror as he stared at the cat, who said the line with an air of complete boredom as though it was something he knew for orns about.
"There is no 'private' time between us!"
"Why Optimus, you cheeky floozy you."
The red and blue mech glared at the other, only to receive a smile and a wink, he was so going to give Starscream the keys to the grey bot's office. See how he likes that.
"I was unaware that office relationships were a normal occurrence here, do you have time with all your employees or shall I get started on making a list to schedule everybot for their own appointment."
How can he say something like that so calmly!
If he hadn't already covered his face, he would be bright red right now and Megatron's rawr of laughter was not helping the matters, "Prowl, he was just joking about me being a floozy! I don't recharge with the staff around here!"
"He only recharges with his left and right servos."
Finally looking up from his work, a curious look was given to the doubled over mech, who was still shaking with mirth, "His SIC and TIC?"
Another round of laughter erupted from the grey guest, "No, his actual servos!"
A frown graced the cat's features, "That can not be good for him, stress is a deterrent in getting work done professionally," he turned to the Prime with a serious look, "Sir, may I suggest facing with somebot, it would help you tremendously. Shall I go see who is willing and has the time?"
The gun-former was going to die from laughter, oh Primus, he loved this cat!
Optimus sputtered over his own words, "How can-how can you be so serious about that!"
"Sir, stress is a factor that can cause one to lose the quality of work one is able to do, I see no problem with relief. In fact our company promotes it, if we are happy and stress free then we can make our clients happy and stress free as well. Of course we are careful."
"So…you and some other Anibot regularly do the dirty?"
"Megatron!"
The Lord High Protector shrugged, "Well, I want to know, I mean", a quick look over at the new help, "he's pretty good looking for an Anibot."
"Thank you, but I am not interested."
Optimus took a deep intake, okay, time to get into Prime mode, he can deal with this. He looked at the feline, his whole persona changing to one of a commander, "Prowl, as much as I appreciate your wants to look out for my wellbeing, I am quite fine. Now then, is there a reason why you came in here?"
Slited optics seemed to penetrate into the Prime's spark in a look that only a feline could pull off as he noticed the sudden change of one enjoying company to a mech giving orders, his white tail flicked with intrigue but let it drop. "Jazz has informed me that you are handling too much work, I am here to relieve you of such things as you are to take a much needed break."
"Thank you but that will not be necessary."
"If that is what you believe but I have already made arrangement for all datapads to be given to me, I am simply here to inform you. Enjoy your day, sir."
The truck stared at the retreating figure of the cat before glancing over at the more then amused Megatron, "Did he just take all my work?"
"Yep."
The multicolored mech rubbed his nosebridge, "I think I need to have a little chat with Jazz about my new help."
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Prowl stared at the datapad in his servos as somebot placed a tray of treats beside him, he glanced up for a moment to see the face that had bought him here, "Jazz."
"Ah know ya might be able to take care of some things ya self but you need ta remind Boss that he needs ta feed ya."
A quick swish of the tail and his doorwings gave an irritated flap, "I am quite able to take care of myself, I maybe an Anibot, but I'm also an individual. Besides he needs what time he has now to be ready for his speech tomorrow and I do not wish to disturb him."
A sigh and the saboteur flopped in the seat in front of him, being that Prowl had no office, he had decided one of the refuel rooms would fit his purpose. No one had bothered him, seeing him so intent on finishing the datapads that surrounded him, he was doing more work then most did in the entire week.
"It's a start…this whole gig has him wired tighter then a corkscrew."
Nothing, the cat didn't find a reason to respond…mostly because he had no idea what was just said to him. He continued his work, picking up a few of the treats to settle his tanks before setting the pad down to stare at the other white and black, "There is a clear difference between the real him and the font the puts up, I have seen that today."
"Smart kitty," pedes were suddenly thrown up on the table, "OP is a cool guy but he's got this belief he should always be this perfect leader image in front of others. Yeah, it's good ta have a great leader but sometimes tha bots around him need somebot that they are comfortable sharing their concerns with. Ya see him go all Prime, that is better for when he's at a meeting, rallying the troops, talking ta the press but here, he needs ta learn ta relax and enjoy tha company around him, ta be himself before he goes bonkers from the stress he creates on himself."
White ears twitched, "He seemed perfectly able to be 'himself' as you put it, with the Lord High Protector."
A shrug, "Grew up tagether, comes with knowing the mech, funny really, Optimus overexerts himself and Megs…recharges through anything."
The pet shuttered his optics at the spy, "Surely he doesn't sleep through everything, how does he get work done?"
"Pit if Ah know, but it is funny when he get's his 10'clock wake up call."
The chevron helm tilted, "You help Starscream break into his office, don't you?"
The flash of a smile told him all he need to know and he just rolled his optics.
Jazz chuckled and stretched out before putting his arms behind his helm, "Ya probably wondering why ya really here then."
A tail swayed back and forth gently as the feline picked up another datapad, "Yes, I have wondered that, seeing as they way you are bringing these things up but observing you and how you are, my guess would be that you are not going to tell me as you would say 'straight up'."
"Good call," his pedes moved off the table so he can lean forward and give a gentle pat to the top of the cat's helm, mostly to play with the soft ears ontop, "all ya need ta know is that he needs somebot ta lookout for him. He's got this image in his processor that he wants ta reach cause he thinks it's for everybody's benefit without realizing what it's doing ta his frame."
Prowl moved his helm away from the pettings, he was not going to purr, no matter how much he liked it, "Why are you telling me this?"
The Porsche pouted when the kitty moved but sat back in his chair anyway, letting another smile light up on his face, "Cause that's ya job, ta help him out."
Optics slowly went up to stare at him, wondering about all of the information he was given, "…You are a very cryptic mech…"
"Yep."
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Prowl meet Optimus, Optimus…good luck…
Hah, I made Megatron and Optimus friends, why…because I wanted Starscream in the story and for some reason it would seem that he would be perfect for attacking Meg's helm. So really, blame Screamer for it.
Oh, Prowl…I adore you, I really do…
There will be more chapters on these two, right now they're just building up to a friendship, though I'm guessing telling your owner that he needs to get laid is not the best way to do it.
I also don't know what color to make Prowl's optics, blue or gold…blue is traditional…gold is more feline.
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-Next chapter, Prowl gets to go home with Optimus and isn't too thrilled and Starscream finds out about his new neighbor.
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*Bows politely* Till Next Time.
