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This one was requested by: Meirelle. Enjoy! Since Meirelle didn't specify which mech, I chose Hot Rod on the basis that I haven't tortured him recently.

Ch.13: Stuck

Sideswipe held up the device and Sunstreaker eyed it doubtfully. "Okay… so what does it do?" Sunstreaker asked.

Sideswipe tucked it under one arm and rolled his optics. "Brother dear," he purred and Sunny growled disgustedly, "this is the ultimate prank weapon. This device can temporarily disable a mech and traps them in their holoform."

Sunstreaker leaned forward on his berth and rested his forearms on his knees. "One of Wheeljack's?"

"Of, course," he smirked. "Should we use it on one of the officers, then?"

Sunstreaker shrugged.

"Or we could use it on the first mech we run into in the halls," Sides suggested with barely concealed amusement.

"Now, we're talking."

Hot Rod, Drift, and Tracks laughed out loud as they walked down the corridor. "No, way," Tracks muttered.

Drift nodded amid chuckles. "Seriously. Joey did it. I thought Prowl's head was going to blow up."

Hot Rod cackled. "And Red Alert—"

The three of them stopped in their tracks as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stepped out of their quarters directly in front of them. The three took a step backward as Sideswipe raised a strange looking gun.

"Oh, frag," Hot Rod muttered.

"Every mech for themselves!" Drift roared and he and Tracks bolted. Hot Rod turned to run too, and stumbled and fell on his face as the weapon fired and caught him in the blast.

Hot Rod opened his eyes and froze. Wait, eyes? He stared around wildly and realized he was dangling in the air. He realized he was in his holoform, but when he tried to switch over to his regular body, nothing happened.

He looked up at Sideswipe and the mech grinned at him. "Hey, there. How's it going?"

"What the frag did you do to me?" Hot Rod demanded furiously as he kicked in the air and tried to wriggle free.

"Aw, lookity he's all glitched at us," Sides cooed to his twin as he stood up and began walking.

Hot Rod swung from Sideswipe's fingertips. "You two are so fragged when I get back into my body!"

"So what should we do with him now?" Sunstreaker asked, ignoring him.

"I got an idea."

"Aghhhh!" Hot Rod screamed as he ran headlong down the corridor. Behind him, the five Dinobot's feet thundered. "Quit it!"

"Me Grimlock order you come back, Squishy thing!"

"Mine Slag's Squishy!"

"Go awaaaaaay!" Hot Rod howled as he tried to keep ahead of the obsessed sparklings.

Prowl heard a commotion in the corridor and poked his head out of his office and watched as Hot Rod's holoform ran by followed by the five Dinobots. He shook his head and went back into his office. It wasn't his problem.

Author's note: What do you guys think? Please review! Next up is: either Opposite Day or the Mirror Game for D. Mischief.