Authors note:
Inspired by an Rp with an EPICLY AWESOME person :3
This…Is Spitlflair…Twin to Hellfire, (A Con)
She is prolly one of my most developed, fun to use femmes. So! Enjoy!
I own her ask to use I don't however own anyone else here….in this fic X3)
(1)
Her aft planted firmly in the chair, her shoulders squared and her doorwings flipped back. Large chestplate held high. There was no remorse or shame in her position.
This slightly disturbed the Autobot leader.
"Ahh..Spitflair, I'm not quite sure if you're aware but drawing on the walls of the ship with your fire is not acceptable…"
She just blinked her optics, cocked her head and looked on with confusion.
He had seen this act with the twins time and time again…What he really didn't need to see again was a nice little femme getting herself into trouble.
"Now I do understand you are new to the ARK and therefore knew to its rules….But you should have been able to tell this was a little much, and what exactly has Prowl done to you…"
Here, the blue and red mech held up a photo of the said wall.
She looked even more confused. The fins that hung off the side of her helm like human pigtails twitched back and she still looked confused when she looked back at the masked mech.
"I Didn't do that?"
He just sighed loudly.
"Spitflair, please lying will only get you into more trouble…"
"Sorry sir, but I'm not lying."
The tone in which she spoke it caused some little switch to click in the back of his processor, the one that told him he was silently being mocked and challenged by a youngling who had no respect.
He just continued to stare into her optics in hopes of maybe that would be enough to get her to cave and admit to being the one who charred the writings into the wall.
Because all evidence pointed to her.
Again he lifted the photo and pointed to it.
"Now…We all know you can produce fire from your hands and cover yourself with it…who else in the ARK is going to char a wall?"
"No me…"
Her shoulders squared and she stood, Optimus just blinked. She then took a clean step to the right and out of the door-way. Just before it burst open with a loud crash and a very unhappy looking medic.
Ratchet looked about as irritated as he could, wrench in one hand and two pair of stasis cuffs in the other.
"THOSE TWINS STOLE MY WELDER AGAIN!"
Spitflair just grinned and looked at the Medic and then to the chief Autobot.
"Toldja I didn't do it…sir…"
(2)
Her whole frame was twitching, She looked like she could blow another door off of its hinges or out of the wall itself.
The medic didn't look any better. Like he could take her apart and finally get the satisfaction of turning someone into a toaster.
Both sat in chairs facing the Primes desk.
And both kept throwing eachother looks that more than likely translated into things that the audio or ear should not hear. (And you will not read).
The Prime himself sat with a servo holding up his helm by being comfortably placed under his chin, his optics their normal state of blue and not one confused look or small hint of disturbance played across his features.
Though….Neither mech nor femme facing him could see what was going on behind that mask of his.
"Why did you blow the medbays door to nothingness Spitflair?"
She gapped and pointed at the medic, with both hands for emphasis.
"He started it!"
(3)
Would the femme ever learn? Would she! Or was it a lost cause!
At least for now she wasn't an accomplice with the twins works…Ohhh~ But once they found her potential no one would be getting any recharge. He would have this particular femme in his office more and more!
He would have elder mechs and higher ranking officers asking for a detention of the three!
Maybe that was a quick fix, but knowing this femme she had some friends that didn't need to be caught up in this kind of thing either…
Was it the lack of Decepticon activity that drove the femme, the twins and other lesser known pranksters to this kind of thing? The painting of the medbay!
And a neon pink, painful to the optic sensors no doubt!
But, alas, thoughts of a horrible future where he had to sleep with MORE locks on his doors, cameras in every nook and cranny and traps set up to catch the pranksters.
He just had to deal with her right now.
"Spitflair…."
"Before you say anything else It was Cruzer and Ever…"
The prime just ordered a search of the young mechs room and prayed his little femme team member hadn't already corrupted him…Or that he wasn't as well already a prank loving little mech…
(4)
"She did what?"
"Yes were sure it was her this time! No doubt!"
"How do you know it wasn't the twins with the blow-torch or welder again?"
"There already in the brig…sir.."
"Just send her down there with them…"
There was a small groan and the Prime rubbed his optics.
"But, make sure there not in the same cell, I don't need them collaborating with eachother."
