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When Bluestreak returned home from school one day, he found Jazz knocked out on the sofa and a mysterious empty frozen food bag on the kitchen floor.

From what Prowl had told him, he shouldn't be surprised to see Jazz there – apparently he had gone away for a little while and he'd be very tired when he got back – and knowing Jazz's strange disposition of not being able to sleep unless Prowl was there he left him be and didn't wake him.

Socks, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found.

That was until he walked past the airing cupboard on his way to his bedroom, and the door quite literally flung open and the cat was suddenly on his face, wriggling and purring and digging his claws into Bluestreak's head in order to stay there.

Bluestreak released a loud, startled yelp and fell back, narrowly missing hitting the radiator, trying his hardest to get the damn animal to let go.

He heard a thump coming from the living room, and seconds later Jazz appeared, looking very on edge and slightly crouched, one hand reaching down to the thankfully empty holster on his thigh.

"Jazz, help me!" Bluestreak whined, getting a mouthful of fur. Socks seemed to just get more excitable at this, and began jumping around on Bluestreaks face, poised and ready to pounce. Jazz quickly straightened and ran over to try and prize the cat off of the teens face.

"The heck is wrong wit' ya Socks?" Jazz asked, his voice still groggy from his nap. Socks decided that they did not like being held and immediately began to wriggle around, yowling and twisting. Jazz was scared that he was hurting them, and quickly put them onto the floor and leaped back as Socks darted away.

"Ya didn' happen ta see an empty bag anywhere, did ya Blue?" Jazz asked nervously, eyes trained on the cat.

"I saw a frozen food bag in the kitchen…"

"… Prowler's gonna kill us."

"Why? What was in it?"

"Catnip."

There was a thumping noise, and the two turned around to see that Socks had finally crashed, and was now face-down on the floor.

… Was that dribble Bluestreak saw?

Jazz simply groaned and dragged himself over, picking up the cat who was as limp in his arms as a doll, dribble dribbling down their chin, before moving to dump the dumb creature in its basket in the kitchen.

"Ah have no idea how long Socks'll be like tha' for. Ah just hope Prowler doesn't see."

"He'll notice the catnip though." Bluestreak pointed out, kneeling down to pet Socks.

"If you give Side's puppy eyes he might be willin' ta give ya some. He's got a soft spot for ya, yanno."

Bluestreak tried his hardest to not furiously blush. "Somehow I don't think that will work."

"Aahh, maybe not Sides." Jazz seemed to contemplate something for a moment before grinning again. "But maybe Sunny?"

As it turned out, the puppy eyes didn't work on Sideswipe, but as Bluestreak dejectedly shuffled out of the store Sunstreaker silently handed him a packet of catnip. Before he could escape, Bluestreak had immediately hugged him, thanking him profusely before leaving and trying to track down the energy drink Jazz had asked for.

Jazz had decided that he wouldn't bother trying to get to sleep – without Prowl it didn't seem to work too well – and they had no coffee. He didn't know why he had started to drink it, although he was suspicious that his older sister Jess had something to do with it. Energy drinks were the next alternative, apparently.

The moment Jazz saw it his eyes lit up and he was making grabby hands, too tired to care how undignified the action was, and cracked it open the moment he could. Bluestreak could smell strawberries, and quickly checked over the other can he had bought. Was it strawberry flavoured?

Bluestreak couldn't find anything on flavour, and guessed that it was just him, absently shrugging as he went to hide the catnip away so Socks couldn't get at it again. The cat was still lounging in its basket, dribble all over the blankets that padded it, tail lazily flicking. Still high as a kite, then.

Both Jazz and Bluestreak jumped when they heard the front door open and close again. Prowl was back. Sharing a nervous glance, they poked their heads out of the kitchen door and prayed to whatever god was looking down at them that Prowl would not notice the state their cat was in.

I don't know what it is about energy drinks, but to me they always taste and smell a little like strawberries? I wonder if that's the same for anyone else…

Also not entirely sure how catnip works – never had a cat before. My only experiences with cats have been ones with pain as they use me as a climbing frame or a scratching post.

~Llama