FF: HOLA! Hey, lookie! I updated sooner than before! YAYZ! XD
F: ok. Good for you.
FF: We are tired peoples and robots...:/
S: Nya, we haven't been sleeping well.
FF: Most likely cause I'm excited. I'll be going to Cape Cod soon! YAY! XD ...! 0.0 But then...I won't be able to update! D8 I'll try to get one more update in if I can. I'LL TRY!
Prowl walked swiftly down the hallway, anxious. He had to go find Ironhide and Flare so that he could proceed with the plan.
He knew Ironhide well enough to know that he must have weaseled his way out of the walk by now to go shoot stuff. So, off he went to the shooting range.
As he got to the door, he heard Ironhide hooting and Flare cackling. Unnerved at the evil joy in the laughs, Prowl quickly walked in.
Everyone froze.
Prowl stared at the cracked walls and the ground littered with debris. His gaze swept around the dented wall, the cracking ceiling, and to the targets that were now on fire.
Finally, his gaze rested on the culprits.
Blinking twice, Flare put her hands behind her back and tossed the gun lightly aside as if it would help her seem innocent.
Ironhide had quickly powered down his cannons and attempted to look innocent. Failed.
Prowl placed his hands on his hips, looking like a femme scolding her sparklings. "WHAT were you doing?" He asked sternly.
Flare's optics studied the floor as her tail swept back and forth uneasily. "Ironhide wanted to teach me how to use a weapon that I wasn't used to, but I'm not good at it at all and then he showed me how epic and powerful his cannons are and how they can set things on fire." Flare said in a rush.
Slightly stunned at how she said all that in one breath, (do they even breathe? Hmm…) Prowl glared at them. "Look at the mess you made!" He scolded. "I'd tell you to clean this up this instant but Jazz needs you in the medbay. He wants to tell you something."
Shooting one last disapproving glance that said, "this is SO not over," Prowl left, motioning them to follow.
Seeing no suspicious motives with Jazz, the couple followed. They spoke over a private comm. to each other, laughing softly to themselves when the other made a joke until they arrived at the medbay.
The door swished open and they walked in to have Jazz bound over to them. He waved his arms frantically at them, shaking his head.
"What's wrong?" Flare asked, genuinely worried and quickly rushing over to Jazz. "Are you all right?"
Jazz rubbed his throat meaningfully and then started shoving Falre and Ironhide towards the door. His radio sputtered and blared out, "SO get out, get out, get out-" abruptly cutting off and replaying over and over.
It don't take a genius to figure out what that meant.
Mental danger alarms screeching, Flare and Ironhide lunged to escape out the door, only to smack into it as it closed shut.
"Oww…" Flare moaned, gently rubbing her bent antennae, which had hit the door along with her aching head.
"C'mon Flare," Flare's uninjured antennae perked up to Wheeljack's voice. "Let's just get you over her to get your check-up."
Flare mewed sadly, her optics flickering back to Ironhide, as she was led to the other side of the room that was hidden from view by a curtain. Wheeljack pulled it aside to reveal empty medical tables and the twins.
"EH? What are you doing here?" Flare asked, walking over to them while Wheeljack left to go get something.
Sideswipe blushed in embarrassment as he said, "We were, uh, driving too fast on some gravel. It got between our joints and damaged our paint."
"Awww," Flare consoled Sideswipe, hugging him gently. "I'm sorry!" She then went to Sunstreaker and hugged him too, minding his damaged areas. "You poor things…" She cooed, her attention cheering up the glum twins. They soaked up her sympathy happily, enjoying her fussing over them.
Sideswipe blinked at seeing Flare's antennae. "Flare! What happened to your antennae?" He gasped, knowing how sensitive it was.
"I tried to escape my checkup but the door shut just as I was running out. I hit my head on it." She smiled a bit painfully at them, her hand caressing her antennae. Her hand came down with energon on it. "OH! Wheeljack! I'm bleeding!" She called in surprise.
Wheeljack hurried back, holding some bandages, and shut the curtain much to Flare's irritation, due to the problem of her not being able to see her sparkmate. The curtain separated Ratchet's work area which held: Ratchet, (of course,) Jazz, Prowl, and Ironhide, and Wheeljack's area which had: Flare, Wheeljack, and the Twins.
"Before you ask, I'm just closing the curtain so Ironhide won't freak out about you tiny injury." Wheeljack soothed quickly.
"Yeah, he's just overprotective that way!" Sideswipe chirped, earning a playful swat on the arm from Flare.
"Silly mech," Flare giggled, wincing slightly at her antennae.
Wheeljack carefully examined the appendage, and with a short warning of, "brace yourself," yanked it straight.
Flare did her best to muffle her screech, but she let out a loud whimper anyway.
Wheeljack welded the cut shut yelping, "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He bandaged it up, to prevent bacteria from getting into the healing wound, and Flare felt much better.
The rest of her checkup went splendidly, until…
"Flare, I know you don't like this at all, but I need you to close your optics. Sunny and Sides will hold you still." Wheeljack gently said.
Understanding what was coming, Flare looked away, shaking a little as the twins carefully held her, softly reassuring her.
Wheeljack prepared the syringe swiftly and injected the needle, pressing the plunger down.
Flare gasped and tensed, her optics as wide as they could go, staring into space in a frozen state.
Pulling out the needle quickly, Wheeljack threw it away quickly and backed up a little from Flare. He watched her closely for her reaction.
Flare slowly, slowly relaxed, frozen expression melting into painfully relieved. Her optics closed and for a moment she looked like she was all right, besides the trembling in her limbs.
Then, a crash sounded and everything went wrong.
FF: ooooh, SCARY~! (Song: One thing)
F: *reading notebook* Very descriptive I must say.
FF: *turns around slowly with scary expression on face* ARE YOU READING AHEAD? *creepy smile*
F: eh...*sweatdrop* HEEEELLLLLPPP!
FF: ROARRRRR! *chases*
IH: *watches*
R: You gonna help her?
IH: ...nope. Fireflare wouldn't hurt her...I think.
