25 days of Christmas 2
Fourth: Four plans put together
"Pff, Prowl is acting even more like there's something stuck in his tail-pipe…"
"No surprise there."
"I suppose…"
Sideswipe gave an annoyed sigh, putting his hands behind his neck and looking up at the ceiling. He had Sunstreaker to look where they were walking, but the hallway was mostly empty.
"He's dragging everyone down, you know," Sideswipe grunted as he looked back down.
"What did you expect, last year's total mayhem was all Jazz' doing. Everything Christmasy reminds Prowler of the situation."
"Well, it's not a new thing! Bots go missing on missions all the time…"
"Not anything we can do about it."
"We could…"
"Sideswipe…" Sunstreaker glared, a warning that he didn't want slag or brig time.
"Come on, just this once. Will help everyone."
"Doing what? Even if you came up with a plan, I doubt it'll be anything new. Jazz did it all last year."
"Then we just… make a lot of plans," Sideswipe grinned, already forming a tactic in his head.
C H R I S T M A S
Mirage sighed as he walked towards the recreation room. The special ops part of the Autobot force had been both busy and unusually quiet since Jazz disappeared. Busy because Optimus had given Bumblebee and him the position as head of special ops for now. The two of them were working it out fine, Bumblebee always having the courage of a hero, Mirage seeing it from all angles before doing anything rash.
It should be good to get some energon and relax.
As he stepped inside, he immediately felt something wrong. His first reaction was to go invisible, initiating his cloaking device. The second afterwards he felt something unbelievable cold hit his face, slosh and proceed with creeping down his neck cables, making him shiver.
"Oh slag!" he heard Hound's horrified reaction, Mirage flickered his optics online just in time to see his green mate bolt to cover behind a table.
It took a few seconds to access the situation, and waver back into existence, realizing the snow slowly melting on his face would reveal him in any case.
"Hound?-! What the scrap!" he spluttered, wiping the snow away.
The green Autobot looked sheepishly over the overturned table, "Sorry?" he said before suddenly averting his optics to the opposite end of the room. "Look out!"
Mirage just managed to throw himself on the floor as a barrage of snowballs flew over his head and collided with the actually several overturned tables.
He only had a second to turn and stare at the other end, seeing Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Hoist, and Wheeljack all there, throwing handheld spheres of snow.
Had they turned the recreation room into a snowy war room?-!
Mirage offered a surprised sound when he was suddenly taken by the shoulder and dragged away from the middle of the 'battlefield', Hound pulling him behind the table.
The spy breathed for a couple of seconds, staring at the suddenly highly decorated wall as he sat with his back against the table. He was seeing painted Christmas trees, several real spruce decorations, plastic mini-elves, Santa hats on Autobot heads… and the absurdly loud, hard rock-n-roll Christmas song through the speakers of the communication system made everything seem so chaotic.
Flabbergasted by it all, he peeked over the edge of the cover, seeing Sunstreaker get hit right in the face and fall back on his aft with a loud curse. Wheeljack was obviously having the time of his life, his fins flashing bright yellow in his laughing fit as he weakly attempted to throw a snowball even though he looked like he would rather roll on the floor laughing.
In this room he found so many Chrismasy traditions from last year, which hadn't been there just yesterday. How the twins – it had to be the twins – had managed that he didn't know.
"Hound!" Mirage exclaimed as if he wanted an explanation, or for him to stop, but he honestly didn't know himself.
Instead of answering, Hound continued his throwing until kneeling behind the cover, snow all over his armor as he took another snowball from subspace, having apparently prepared himself with snow from the rather huge snowpile in the corner of the cold recreation room. Just before he continued to attack he turned to Mirage and pulled him closer, kissing him.
Mirage was too stunned to react at first, still trying to take in what the slag was going on, the music not helping the hectic atmosphere. He did kiss back, but the spy had to keep from groaning as he sensed the mistletoe over the two of them. Were they back already?
When Hound broke the kiss, his grinned widely, cheekily to his mate.
"You are not going to be forgiven so easily," Mirage said with a glare,
"I know," Hound grinned as he continued playing the game with his comrades.
A/N: Mirage: .. Don't you have patrol?
Hound: Aw, slag..
Welcome to the fourth of Christmas. This was out later because it was my little brother's birthday today. Happy birthday!
I tried out a new trick; '!-?' Some sentences just needs two marks.
According to yesterday's traffic, this sequel is nooot going that well… ^^; I suppose it's hard to top humor with drama and humor, huh?
Well, here's something a bit more cheerful, hopefully. Please review.
Please enjoy! Merry Christmas!