Title: Prime, I shrunk the Officers!
Chapter: 11 – Datsun Impossible
Rating: PG-13 Humor.
Notes: Jazz tasks Smokescreen and Bluestreak with a special mission.
"Smokescreen, Bluestreak, report t'the command room immediately for a special assignment." Jazz smiled and bounced Prowl in his lap, chuckling with amusement at the happy smile on his baby Datsun's face who was enjoying the motion.
"Smokescreen and Bluestreak reporting. What do you need us for, Jazz?" Smokescreen asked at the same time he and Bluestreak came into the room.
"I've got a special mission for the two of ya." The saboteur turned around in his seat. Bluestreak couldn't help himself and smiled to the sparkling strategist who reciprocated the gesture with a clumsy wave of his own.
"What is it?" Smokescreen covered his mouth with his hand, hiding the smile that crept to his lip components at the sight.
"Well, gentlebots, your mission, should ya choose to accept it --not like ya have a choice anyway-- is t'sparklin'sit Prowl while Ironhide an' I are on a diplomatic visit on Portland." Jazz grinned when his announcement was rewarded with a look of utter terror from the diversionary strategist.
"What?! Why us?!"
"'Cause Blaster is attendin' a convention with Wheeljack 'bout telecommunications. Ratchet's got his hands full with Perceptor and 'Sides, an' Inferno can barely keep up with Red Alert. Needless t'say Hound has a Mirage ta look after," Jazz replied matter-of-fact, still bouncing his stuck-as-sparkling mate.
"But why us? Don't get me wrong, I like Prowl as much as the next mech but I don't know slag about sparklings." Smokescreen's door wings drooped visibly. Prowl tilted his head and pulled his own door wings down, mimicking the older of the other two Datsuns.
"Because the two of ya are th'only ones off duty right now that can look after him." The saboteur grinned and held the sparkling up. "An' he likes ya, too!"
Prowl looked at Bluestreak who was smiling, looking more enthusiastic about the task ahead than Smokescreen. The baby Datsun straightened his little door wings to match Bluestreak's this time, prompting a chuckle from the gunner who waved at him again and smiled, mouthing words he wasn't speaking.
Smokescreen sighed in defeat, pouting visibly though it didn't last long when he saw Prowl tried to imitate him again. "Fine, fine. We'll take care of him. How long are you going to be gone?"
"'Bout three cycles. We should be back before night time." The Porsche smiled and nuzzled Prowl before he stood up to hand him to his sparkling sitters, subspacing his ration of special energon which he handed to Bluestreak. "I gotta go, Prowler. Be good to Smokie an' Blue, 'kay?"
Prowl hugged the saboteur's face before he was handed to Smokescreen and waved to Jazz as he was carried away by them.
"What exactly are we supposed to do with him, now?" The diversionary strategist fixed his hold on the sparkling tactician who was apparently having the time of his life poking and prodding his shoulder mounted cannons.
"Just look after him, entertain him, and feed him." Bluestreak was thankful he had at least a little more experience after helping Sunstreaker look after his sparkling twin, Sideswipe. "Right now, I think it's about time for his first ration of energon. Then we can take him to the recreation room and probably sit to watch a movie."
"All right."
"Primus! It's only been an hour and a half and I'm already bored out of my mind." The blue Datsun threw his arms into the air in exasperation. Prowl watched him do this and threw his own arms up into the air. "Stop picking up on my bad habits, Prowl. Jazz is going to hand my tailpipe back to me if you start going to gamble at night."
"It wasn't that bad of a movie." Bluestreak picked Prowl up and bounced him on his leg, smiling down at the sparkling who fluttered his door wings contently.
"I'm just not used to sitting here and doing basically nothing," the diversionary strategist groaned and rubbed his face.
"Well, if that's the problem I know of something we can do. Plus, I'm sure Prowl would appreciate the change of scenery, and quite frankly, I could definitely go for a ride right now." The gunner smiled down to Prowl and hovered his fingers around for the tactician to play with.
"Anything to get me out of this place."
"All right, hold him for a klik while I get everything ready." Bluestreak handed the sparkling to the older Datsun and vacated the room, mumbling to himself about things he needed to get ready.
Shortly after, the marksman returned with Skyfire in tow and a large sheet draped over his arm. "All set, let's go!"
"Where are we going?" Smokescreen turned the TV screen off and followed after Bluestreak and Skyfire.
"We're going on this thing humans call a picnic." Skyfire transformed into his jet mode, allowing the three Datsuns to come onboard. "You know where to, Skyfire."
"Roger."
"A picnic?" Smokescreen took a seat and secured the sparkling Prowl against him, taking one of the seats closer to the glass of Skyfire's canopy to allow the sparkling to see outside. "And where exactly are we going?"
"Yep, a picnic. Now, you're not allowed to tell this to anyone lest you want Sunstreaker to give you a piece of his mind the painful way; but sometimes we like to spend time together away from the base." Bluestreak began to explain where they were heading and about the picnics he and Sunstreaker had in said location. Of course, he made sure to leave out other bits of information about the activities that occurred that were private.
"I have to admit I never thought Sunstreaker would be the kind for romantic picnics on the beach." The diversionary strategist smiled down to Prowl. "You're sure he won't get pissed about you taking me there?"
"Nah, I told him where I was going and with who."
"Good enough for me."
After a few more minutes, Skyfire landed on a large beach of fine, golden sand. "We're here, Bluestreak."
The young gunner thanked the jet and climbed down, rushing to inspect the area in search for the perfect place to set up their picnic. While the younger Datsun worked on that, Smokescreen walked towards the sea, sitting down on the section of the beach that was caressed by the waves. "Ahh, now that feels good on the plating. Wanna try, Prowl?"
The sparkling looked up to Smokescreen when he was addressed before he looked down to the salty water that washed gently against the blue Datsun's frame. Smokescreen smiled and set Prowl down next to him, keeping a firm hold of his middle to make sure no wave would drag the sparkling into the sea.
Prowl jumped a bit when his little aft was grazed by the warm sand but adjusted quickly and enjoyed the foamy touch of the sea water on his feet. The blue Datsun chuckled softly, watching the sparkling tactician's door wings move up and down gently. Up when the water touched him and then down when the waves retreated.
Through the course of the next hours, the trio played in the sand. Bluestreak helped the sparkling to build a sand castle while Smokescreen allowed his legs to be buried by the curious sparkling. By the time dusk began to fall, the three of them were covered with sand that stuck to their plating and some that sneaked into the seams and crevices of their armors. Bluestreak could already hear the complaints he was going to get from Sunstreaker and the subsequent order to go get himself washed and all the sand extracted if he wanted to be allowed into the golden Lamborghini's berth.
Skyfire flew the three Datsuns back to the Ark in time to greet Jazz and Ironhide who looked worn out after attending to Prowl's duties.
"What the slag happened to you three?" Ironhide raised an optic ridge at the sand-covered Datsuns.
"We went to the beach to have a picnic. If you excuse me, I have sand in some really uncomfortable places, and I'd like to get rid of it before I recharge. I've got patrol duty tomorrow." Smokescreen smiled and handed Prowl to Jazz before he left for the wash racks.
"Seems someone had a fun time." Jazz smiled and cradled the sparkling against his chest plate, rubbing his little police lights. Prowl looked content but also thoroughly exhausted. "Better go get us washed, have some energon, an' hit the berth. Thanks for watching over him, Blue."
"No problem, Jazz. That was fun." The gunner stretched and waved to the retreating black and white pair. "I think I should get a good wash too before Sunny blows a gasket. See you around, Ironhide."
Ironhide nodded and watched Bluestreak head into the ark, shaking his head. "Kids these days." With a soft chuckle the red van headed into the Ark as well.