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A/N: This one was written for the livejournal community tf_speedwriting.

Original publish date: 7/28/10

Prompt: weightless
Verse: G1
Rating: PG/K+
Warnings: stupidity
Summary: Robots are made of metal. Duh.

Notes: I know nothing about science. So it hath been noted.

Ouch.

"Wheeljack, this had better be important. I was in the middle of finishing my paperwork for the evening," Prowl declared as he entered the science lab. "Jazz finishes his patrol in a breem. I'd like to be able to spend some time with him before recharge."

Crossing his arms, Wheeljack's head fins flashed merrily with a chuckle. "I think this will be worth your valuable time."

He pointed up at the ceiling and Prowl's gaze followed. The SIC's optics flickered in bewilderment at the ceiling.

Firmly attached to the ceiling, a certain red Lamborghini stared back at him. Sideswipe gave a feeble wave.

"Uh... Hi, Prowl!"

Wheeljack shook his head in amusement. "At least he doesn't seem traumatized by the incident."

"What occurred here?" the black and white Datsun inquired.

"Sideswipe wandered into the lab, despite the fact I had the warning light on outside the door indicating an experiment was in progress," Wheeljack explained. He motioned to a sinister looking device in the corner. "This piece of equipment has been designed to deflect an artillery attack. However, Sideswipe walked right into the beam."

Prowl nodded. "Of course. He's always in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Hey! I'm right here," Sideswipe huffed. "Um... 'Jack, I can't feel my legs."

"Hush, you cretin. Please Wheeljack, continue."

"The beam had an interesting reaction to Sideswipe's armor. It resulted in the polarity of the metal being reversed to create a powerful magnetic property," Wheeljack concluded, taking notes as he hypothesized a guess. "He floated weightlessly for a moment, as if experiencing zero gravity. The magnetism amplified as he drew closer to the ceiling. Essentially, his plating is acting like a magnet, thus his attachment to the ceiling."

Circling below the red twin, Prowl let out a delicate snort. "How long will he be affected?"

"Oh, possibly long enough for the rest of the crew to get a look," the scientist ventured. "It's difficult to say."

Sideswipe flailed, completely failing to detach himself. "What? You can't be serious. I demand to be brought down...I demand to be — "

Thunk.

Adeptly stepping to the side just in time, Prowl tsked. "Well, at least I have a vid recording of the whole incident to share with Jazz. Thank you for the enlightening demonstration, Wheeljack."

"Anytime, Prowl. I know Ratchet will enjoy my copy of it as well," he laughed. "You okay, Sides?"

Prone, face flat on the floor, Sideswipe groaned.

"He's fine," the SIC said. "Well, it's getting late. I should get back to work."

"I need to see Perceptor about some reports. Please lock up my lab when you're finished in here, Sideswipe."

Prowl and Wheeljack exited the lab with a bounce in their step.

Releasing another groan, Sideswipe — feeling completely mortified — gathered his will to scrape himself off the floor.

Up...

And up now.

No, now.

Sideswipe shuttered his optics. "Slag."

He was stuck.

Again.

But to the floor.

Begrudingly, he opened his comm. line. "Wheeljack? Hello? Prowl? Anyone?"