The prank wars

Unscrewed

"So, Ratchet and the twins are still at this so called war?"

Jazz was leaned against Prowl's desk as the officer complained about the war. Prowl was shuffling papers, deciding whether or not to go curse out the group or to go to Optimus and complain some more. Jazz simply stood and nodded, pretending to listen to the officer as he spoke but ultimately thinking of ways that the pretend war could end.

"I do hope you have a method of stopping this?" snapped Prowl.

"I'm working on it. I have several ideas on stopping this but you know that they won't listen to me or anyone for that matter," grumbled Jazz.

"They'll listen to me," hissed Prowl, glaring at Jazz.

"Hardly. They didn't even consider Optimus when he spoke to them," countered Jazz.

"Humph. If they won't listen to Prime, what makes you think that they'll listen to you?" grumbled Prowl, looking away.

"I've got a plan," smirked Jazz.

"So what's your plan?" Prowl hummed, glancing at him.

Jazz smiled warmly. He sighed, pulling off the desk and heading for the door. Prowl watched him carefully. Jazz had that air about him that meant business, something he didn't like to fall back to most days. The special operations officer stopped in the door, glancing back at Prowl with his smile still present.

"I'm giving them one last chance to end this stupid game before I play the final card," Jazz nodded, waving a finger. "So, if you'll excuse me."

Jazz marched out of Prowl's office and went straight for the twins. The two weren't in their rooms, making the search a bit harder. Eventually he found them, sneaking off toward the Rec room with items clenched tightly in their hands. Their grins were near ear-to-ear. Jazz made a fake cough, gathering their attention. They turned to looked at him, smiles flickering.

"Jazz?" the two gasped.

"Twins," he replied.

"Don't tell me you want us to end this thing again. We told you before that Ratchet is gonna get it before we're done!" hissed Sideswipe.

"Yeah. We're not quitters," hummed Sunstreaker with a nod.

"Please, end this before I end it myself!"

The twins exchanged glances, serious expressions hiding their smiles. Finally the two burst out in laughter. Jazz groaned, watching the two nearly fall upon their sides with laughter. They found it funny. He did not.

"You? End this? Ha!" shouted Sideswipe.

"We'd soon give up than lose to you," chuckled Sunstreaker.

"Ratchet couldn't stop us, what makes you think you can!" howled Sideswipe.

"Not an order in the world could stop us!" laughed Sunstreaker, still weak around the knees.

"You've been warned," whispered Jazz. "What are you doing with those drills and screwdrivers?"

"Nothing!" the two gasped, hiding the tools behind their backs.

"Uh-huh," hummed Jazz.

"Now if you'll excuse us, we have some screws and bolts to hide," nodded Sideswipe.

Jazz jumped slightly as the twins ran off. He quickly dashed off to find Ratchet cursing out every part of his room. Several chairs were already in shattered pieces on the floor like it had collapsed under someone. The way Ratchet howled and cursed, it seems it fell out from beneath him. Jazz sighed, crossing his arms across his chest and shaking his head.

"See what this war brings?"

"Shut it, Jazz!" hissed Ratchet, nearly throwing a tool at him. "I don't need you preaching to me about this stupid prank war!"

"So you admit it's stupid?" hummed Jazz, smiling lightly.

"I admit nothing except that I'm going to kill those twins if it's the last thing I do!" shouted Ratchet, preparing to storm out.

"Please, Ratchet," sighed Jazz, grabbing the medic by the wrist. "You can stop this before I have to."

"Like you alone could merely stop this," growled Ratchet, pulling away. "Face it, Jazz. You can't stop this thing if you wanted to!"

Ratchet stormed off, with footsteps being heard for quite some time. Jazz stood in the loosened offices, a smile slowly forming upon his face. They wouldn't give in. Their bad for not giving in when the getting was good. Jazz sighed, placing a finger to the side of his head to activate the Comm. Link. He smiled again, nodding.

"So, I need your help to end this so called Prank War?"