Chapter Title: Of Sparklings and Naps
Disclaimer: I still don't make any money from this.
Challenge: Naptime from Squee on AIM
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Sam Witwicky, mentions of Slingshot, Air Raid, Blades, Groove, Ratchet, First Aid, Silverbolt, Hot Spot, Ironhide, Optimus Prime, Jazz, Prowl, and Streetwise
Warnings/Comments: Unbeta'd, Post-RoTF
Summary: Sam thinks as he watches the daily happenings when naps are to be taken.

It was the sudden high pitch giggle that made him look up and over the railing of the walkway he was lounging on and nearly double over in laughter himself. Because no matter how many times he would see such, it would never get old. Especially when it involved some of the crankier 'bots running around. Like now as the little red and white with helicopter rotors twitching over his back used all seven feet of his height to attempt aiding in his glare of death at Slingshot. Of course the glare would probably work better in, say thirty years when the one his ire was directed at couldn't just pick him up and tuck him under an arm. Now though, Sam had to mentally agree that the glare was more adorable then threatening at this point in the kid's life.

The fact the smaller by about a foot white colored kid, sparkling he really should be used to that word by now considering everything, was laughing away at the stare down and it was taking the normally prickly Slingshot all of his will to not smile or laugh along with while pretending to stare the helicopter down. Until, from out of nowhere the familiar wing shape of Air Raid swooped in and snatched up a now squeaking in surprise and agitation helicopter before giving a jaunty salute and beginning to just walk around the base with the now sulking helicopter as Slingshot grabbed the still giggling one with the slowly becoming apparent features of a motorcycle form in his future and began a circuit in the opposite direction. Their departure to hopefully run the two ragged and into a nap leaving the hallway in an odd silence without the usual manic sound of mini alien robots running around like overgrown kindergartners.

Oh if he wanted to see a hilarious sight involving the autobots, with their giant cannons and personal pride being torn to shreds, he could just wander past medbay and see a ball of red and white curled up with one hand having a death grip on a piece of bright yellow/green armor. While Ratchet found new ways to bitch out a patient without waking up the sparkling that had developed the habit of acting like he was magnetically attached to the medic. Of course he wasn't suicidal enough to laugh or even act like he was taking note of such where the medic could see it. Much in the way he took pity on a harried looking Silverbolt as he entered the recreational room and saw that the big flyer was the odd man out on nap time duty. Just as the eight foot blue blur passed by while laughing and seeming not at all to be ready to fall over from lack of energy.

The subsequent aid in distracting the ball of energy enough for Silverbolt to finally snatch him up reminding the human on why that one was pretty much called all manners of hyperactive in regards to the nicknames he gained as he wasn't yet ready to share his name. Which they all knew he had, considering the kids had said as much when they were first helped out of their tanks and looked over by an oddly twitching Ratchet that first day, with the typical look of a kid who had a secret but wasn't going to tell you it. Who had pretty much turned towards the aerialbots and somehow silently doomed them to being the main ones to watch the set of five.

Well, odd until someone actually told him that the whole take a couple of already decent sized robots and combine them into a giant robot like the one back in Egypt wasn't a unique thing. Sam still hadn't gotten over the whole awe of watching Silverbolt and his team do that during a demonstration. He though hoped that these five would calm down a bit before they learned to do that because they already were running the 'bots ragged and there were about three more on the way as well.

That was a scary thought and amusing at the same time when he watched a bunch of competent robotic soldiers get bested by a pair of little faces with flickering optics in the closes thing to the teary eyed kicked puppy look their faces could produce. Made even more comedic as Ratchet hoped his curse upon Ironhide and Optimus would stick when the two would comment about the bundle of joy that probably would have been stepped on by now if the medic didn't have such quick reflexes and superior sensors. Knowing luck though if one of the new ones took to Ironhide they'd all fear in case the trigger happiness transferred to the next generation.

That wouldn't be for a while yet though as the three new ones were only a year into their two year 'sleep' and he had to be quick to catch at least part of the usual teasing as Jazz made quips at Prowl and the little one that followed him around and the game of find the sparkling to put him down for a nap both older bots would have to play when they finally noticed the kid had fled.