No Rhyme or Reason
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro and Takara. I am merely taking them for a short spin.
0730. Sunstreaker knew he was taking a chance, going to see Prowl so early, but it meant Ratchet wouldn't be around. The yellow twin walked into the med bay, greeted by Prowl's optics meeting his own as he entered.
"I hope you're not planning a prank," Prowl said. "Not that I wouldn't mind one of your pranks, but right now, it would be rather inappropriate."
"Can it, Prowl," Sunstreaker said. "No prank."
"Then. . ."
"I just wanted to tell you that if you say the word, no more Springer," Sunstreaker said. "That's all." He watched as Prowl frowned, clearly the words were sinking in. For several moments, the second in command sat silent.
"Sunstreaker, you have no idea how tempted I am to take you up on that offer. I appreciate your concern. . ."
"But it's not an Autobot thing to do," Sunstreaker said.
"No," Prowl said.
Sunstreaker started to walk from the room, but he turned back, going back to give Prowl an awkward hug.
"At least keep it in mind," Sunstreaker said, letting go.
"I will," Prowl said, watching the other Autobot leave.
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Getting called away from a human social function was a relief. Finding the reason was an injured aft head of a Prime and Hot Rod was not, nor was helping fend off attacking Decepticons as the two disembarked from the space bridge. Ultra Magnus was not happy as Arcee helped him get the two to Autobot City's med bay. Ratchet was already on his way to help with Hot Rod's repairs, and First Aid was running scans on both the younger Autobot and Prime.
Magnus felt nothing but sympathy for Arcee as she glanced at Hot Rod, who was offline on one of the surgical berths, and concern for the young mech. His annoyance was reserved for his friend, but Prime wasn't looking. He was now trying to explain to Ratchet what had happened, but the medic told him to shut up and park his aft on a berth. The city commander allowed himself a small smile at that. Ratchet could put any of them in his place, and it never, ever changed.
"What're you smiling at, spit and polish? Either stay and help or get out of the way," Ratchet said, shouldering past the big city commander, reaching for a piece of diagnostic equipment. "And how many times do I have to tell you to not wear that damn armor all day every day?"
Magnus moved out of the way, taking a seat on a berth by Arcee, who was sitting by Prime. He frowned, seeing her arm around the other mech, but it was his hand she twined fingers with. He sighed, settling in for the long haul. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, sitting with Arcee, while Hot Rod was repaired, and he hoped it wasn't the last.
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Springer frowned, seeing Prowl walk into ops, and over to Jazz. The Autobot second and third in command talked quietly for a few moments before Prowl broke away, coming to his station.
"Ultra Magnus has requested you return to the city immediately," Prowl said. "I'll go with you."
"What have I done now?" Springer asked, following the other Autobot outside the Ark.
"Nothing that I'm aware of at the moment," Prowl said, transforming. "Are you coming or not?"
Springer transformed himself, following the other Autobot, cursing Primus all the way to the city.
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