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Chapter 9: Sticky Situations
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Prowl groaned as he onlined, his processor aching with the telltale signs of recovering from a glitch. He went to move a servo to his helm only to be met by resistance. Frowning he unshuttered his optics to find himself tied down to his desk chair. He growled as he wriggled in his bindings, his last memory log recalling two particular younglings had been in his office for some reason or other.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker... he sighed as he relaxed marginally.
"Well... When ya said ya were tied up earlier ya weren't kidding."
Prowl jolted from his thoughts to find a particular polyhexian leaning against his door frame. Jazz was trying his hardest not to let his humor show. The praxian gave him a flat look before he retorted dryly, "I can assure you that this is not what I meant."
"Hey now no need ta get yourself all twisted inta a knot." Jazz smirked his trademark slag eating grin.
Prowl's look turned into a glare. "Will you please just untie me so that I can go speak to Ratchet about his charges."
"Ah see why dey asked me ta teach em how ta tie those knots... Dey didn't want ya gettin out." Jazz said as he made his way halfway across the room, making a show of his steps by prancing around in circles, the spy knowing full well he was irritating Prowl... only to freeze mid-step with his back turned to the tactician. "Why dem little sneaks."
"Jazz?"
"They spread glue on da floor. Ah'm stuck."
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Jazz lifted his servo to his helm. "Hey Ratch- No- Ah'd love ta but Prowler an Ah are kinda in da same situation right now. Alright-" Jazz sighed as he cut the comm. "Ol' Hatchet says they pulled da same thing ta him up in da med bay. Hoist is tryin' ta get him loose right now before dey can come get us loose."
"Wonderful. I can assume that Ratchet has an explementary atonement for the twins planned."
"He was cursing up a storm." Jazz grinned.
"I hope you are well aware that I blame you for encouraging their extracurricular activities."
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Smokescreen smirked into his energon as he watched his brother from across the room. The younger praxian was currently teaching the base's resident troublemakers a lesson in humility... by making them clean the dispensary with the smallest brushes he could find.
To say the least, Sunstreaker's glare promised payback for the scuffs on his armor from all of the cleaning they had been doing since their latest prank. Sideswipe was taking it all in stride and was even chatting it up with the older mechs that passed him by.
Prowl had been in a foul mood ever since the Twins had tied him up in his office. Though a certain black and white polyhexian being glued to the floor in front of him for the better part of six hours probably didn't help. Especially since Smokescreen had caught Jazz stretching the upper portion of his frame when he had poke his head into Prowl's office, Prowl's face had been almost as red as his chevron...
His brother's glare shifted to meet his own gaze, as if he knew full well what Smokescreen was thinking about. The black and white's doorwings flickered in slight irritation as he grumbled something to the younglings. He made his way across the room. Smokescreen broadened his smirk into a smile and nodded at his brother as he pulled out a chair ad sat at the table. "Prowl."
"Smokescreen."
"So are they on your punishment detail or Ratchet's at the moment?"
"Red Alert's. He originally wanted us to microchip the twins."
"I'm surprised you didn't."
"Prime got them off the hook this time, he reasoned with Ratchet that it wouldn't be fair or right to tag the younglings like cyberhounds," said Prowl as he watched Sideswipe poke Sunstreaker with his brush. The yellow mechling glared daggers at his twin as the brush met his cheek over and over.
"Would you have done it?"
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Smokescreen smiled at his brother as he watched the twins. "You can't stay mad at them can't you?"
"Jazz asked me to take it easy on them." Prowl said as Sunstreaker gave in finally and tossed the bucket of cleanser at his twin. Sideswipe chortled in sputtering laughter as he dodged the bucket that Sunstreaker tossed at him. "If you'll excuse me."
Smokescreen shook his head as the former enforcer moved to scold the twins. Prowl was currently holding the yellow twin back from the red one who was laughing at his brother's threats.
His comm chose that minute to go off.
:Smokescreen... Do I have to physically track you down and drag you by your doorwings to get you into the med bay?: Ratchet's irate tone growled over the line.
Smokescreen rolled his optics. :Ambulon gave me my maintenance check two days ago.:
:I need to speak with you.:
:Is it about me?:
:No.:
:Is it about a psych eval? Because the last time I looked Rung is on the base.:
:It's about that glitch you call a brother.:
:Mmm... there's not much I can do about him.:
:Smokescreen...:
Smokescreen smirked into his cube of energon.. :Yes Docbot?:
"We need to talk." Ratchet grumbled ominously from behind him.
