Rules of the Ark
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: This was actually written before "Feel the Music", and was what originally brought lap-dancing 'bots to mind for me.
- #2: Just because someone's on Cybertron, doesn't mean they can't come kick your aft, so don't even think about it. -
If the human woman could be even more obvious with her flirting, Prowl didn't want to know it. The only thing he did want to know, actually, was what had made her think that a giant alien robot could be attracted to a fleshy organic. Also, why Prime was putting up with it. Even though she was the official liaison between the Autobots and the companies helping supply resources for the building of Metroplex, her behavior was disgraceful, and personally, Prowl would have long ago ended the tour and sent her packing, followed by a request for a change of liaison. It wasn't that he would've been bothered by her flirting, it's just that he doubted she would be a very effective liaison, considering all her attention was on - what was the human saying? Oh yes, 'trying to get into Optimus' pants'. Not that he had pants. Even if he had, it wouldn't have done the woman much good.
Prowl just shook his head as Prime finally led the flirtatious woman out of the control room, and he turned back to Teletraan-1. Then promptly did a double-take as he saw an incoming Autobot on one of the monitors. He didn't need Teletraan-1's scans to tell him who it was, he just didn't believe it as he stood there, gaping. The Autobot had reached the entrance to the Ark by the time he'd recovered, and he quickly went to go greet them.
"Elita One - we weren't expecting you for some time yet." Prowl said, leaving the question unasked as to how she'd gotten there when all spaceships were currently on earth.
"I'm sorry for the lack of warning, Prowl, but I'm only here for a brief visit." the pink femme said politely. "Could you tell me where Optimus is?"
"Uh - he's giving a tour of the Ark to one of the human liaisons..." Prowl said, trailing off and frowning suspiciously as he eyed the femme commander. "They just left the control room a short while ago, they should be somewhere nearby."
"Thank you." Elita said pleasantly, setting off, and as soon as she was out of sight, Prowl made a bee-line for the security office.
"Prowl, what in -" Red Alert cut off with a yelp as Prowl pushed him aside, pulling up the security monitors around the control room until he finally found Prime and the human walking down a corridor. There was no sound, unfortunately, but the events that followed didn't need sound. Prowl just watched in amusement as Elita One arrived on the scene, much to the obvious surprise and pleasure of Prime, while the human woman actually looked - offended? Jealous?
Prowl didn't have time to fully categorize the emotions on the woman's face before Elita One said something that had Prime apologizing to the woman, then taking off. Elita One and the human woman then continued down the hallway, the latter quite stiffly. Words passed, with the woman becoming visibly more uncomfortable, and Prowl chuckled slightly as he switched cameras to follow them. Prime eventually returned, and Elita One gave him a brief kiss before saying goodbye and taking off again, heading out of the Ark.
Prowl couldn't help but notice that the woman now kept a healthy distance from Prime, and seemed to be taking things a lot more seriously, actually looking at the things Prime pointed out to her, instead of at the Autobot commander.
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Ratchet frowned and tilted his head to one side as he watched Arcee limp into his med bay. Most of the mechs on the base had been overjoyed when they'd heard that the first femme was being permanently transferred to Earth, so the medic had to wonder how she'd ended up so completely slagged. He opened his mouth to ask, but Arcee held up a hand, wearily.
"Don't. Just...don't." she said with a sigh. "Just fix me up so I can get back to pretending this never happened." Ratchet arched an optics ridge, but did as asked.
"Who...?" Ratchet couldn't help but ask in puzzlement as he ran the preliminary scan and found that the damage was very localized, very specific - Arcee's attacker evidently knew femme physiology, knew how it differed from a mech's, and thus just where to hit to disable one without causing permanent or irreparable damage.
"I'm never drinking any of the twin's high grade ever again." Arcee grunted in response, and Ratchet frowned again - there had been a massive 'Welcome to Earth' party two days ago, which the medic knew Arcee had attended, but he'd seen her since then, and she hadn't been even slightly damaged. Unless, of course, she'd been drinking since then - which was unlikely, considering that the twins had left on patrol the morning after the party, and they made good and sure to lock up their quarters, and their stash of high grade, before they both left base. That left someone getting back at Arcee for something that happened during the party, but who would have waited two days for revenge, when there had been a (reportedly) very over-charged Arcee at their mercy at the party itself?
A stray tale about the party popped into Ratchet's head as he realized that there was one Cybertronian that would feel the need to get back at Arcee, and, due to circumstances, would have had to delay their revenge slightly. It was also entirely within their personality to achieve revenge in such a way as Arcee was now sporting.
"The high grade isn't so bad - it's the deciding to give Ironhide a lap dance that's the problem, especially when there's enough witnesses around to ensure it gets back to Chromia." Ratchet commented, and Arcee growled.
"Mute it!"
- TBC -
