Disclaimer : I don't own it. I also don't own anything Family Guy related.
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(Sam's POV)
It was late in the evening, and most people were asleep. Not me, however. As inviting as Mikaela's side was, or even Bee's palm, I was just too wide awake to even attempt to sleep. So here I was, wandering more or less aimlessly down the hall, trying to decide if I wanted to go to the gym, or try and find some caffeine in the mess hall.
A small sigh escaped me as I looked around. It was dark, but emergency lights lit up the hall enough for me to see where I was going. I wandered down one hall, and up the next.
Eventually, I decided to stop by the mess hall for something to drink, and I reclined back in the chair, trying to decide how to wear myself out enough to get some sleep. It was about five minutes later, that I heard something strange.
"Heheheheheheheh."
Blinking a moment, I didn't know whether to be amused, or disturbed, hearing the sound of Peter Griffin's laugh echoing down the hall. Peter Griffin was a fictional character of a hilarious comedy cartoon show, called Family Guy. Something someone had decided the Autobots had to know about.
After a moment, I shook my head. "I really need sleep."
Hearing the sounds of scuffing, I froze. "Heheheheheheheheh."
I was starting to get more disturbed, and a little freaked. It was dark out, and everyone was supposed to be asleep, but as I listened, the scuffing sounds grew louder.
Only thanks to the carpet someone had stupidly decided to put down in the halls.
Yeah, I know. Very stupid idea. I mean, the Autobots often drove down these halls in their alternate forms, and yet someone insisted that for the comfort of bare human feet, carpets should be installed.
We were on an army base. Who was worried about their bare feet getting cold, when they shouldn't have walked around barefoot to begin with??
Shaking my head, I grabbed my empty cup and put it in the sink, before slowly making my way to the door. Glancing out it, I froze, a single eyebrow slowly raising. "Sideswipe?"
The silver and black mech jumped a little, and turned to me. Then he grinned. "Yep! Hey, Sam. What're you doing up??"
"Couldn't sleep." I murmured back, frowning a little. "What...are you doing?"
A slow smirk formed. "Heheheheheheheh."
Well, at least I could relax, knowing he was the source of the Peter Griffin laugh. "Let me guess, someone let you watch family guy." God help whoever that was.
He nodded, and waved me over. Walking hesitantly over, I watched as he locked his wheels up and scuffed them along the carpet. He slowly made his way to the main hangar, a quiet snicker escaping now and then as he entered in and snuck up behind Sunstreaker, who was in his alternate form and completely still.
"Wait!" I hissed quietly. When the silver mech raised an eyebrow at me, I gave him a pointed look. "You really wanna piss off Sunstreaker?" I had a vague idea what he was doing, and I was a little worried about the consequences.
With another snicker, Sideswipe nodded and laughed. Turning around, he grinned evilly and slowly reached out, pointing one finger at Sunstreaker's rear bumper. "I'm not Sideswipe!" He spoke, mimicking Peter Griffin's voice exactly. "I'm Static Mech!" He reached down, until his finger was less than an inch from his brother's bumper.
Then a sharp blue bolt of energy passed from his fingers and into the bumper.
Lights flashed, and a horn blared loudly as the Corvette jolted sharply awake. "What the frag?!" He almost screamed, waking the few other Autobots in the hangar.
Spinning on his heels, Sideswipe transformed in less time than it took me to blink, and opened his door for me. Getting the message, I was in the car, even as the yellow Corvette behind us exploded out and began transforming.
Tires squealed, and Sideswipe was off like a bat out of hell, out of the hangar before Sunstreaker could even finish transforming.
There was a long moment of silence in the car, and then... "Heheheheheheheheh."
I couldn't help but laugh, despite myself. Sideswipe was in one of his funks, and was hilarious to be around. "You know he's gonna wake everyone up, right?"
"Too late." Came the sing song reply. "They're already awake. Well, the ones in the hangar, anyways. Bumblebee's looking for you, by the way, with a rather tired looking Mikaela."
Looking out the front window, I blinked and then got out as he stopped and transformed. Mikaela was standing at the far end of the hall, looking confused but beautiful. Her hair was in a casual disarray, and she was wearing grey shorts and a tank top. Her arms were also folded over her chest.
"Hey beautiful." I smiled and walked over, leaving the mech behind me. I saw Bumblebee a few feet away, his head cocked to the side and a small chirp echoing forth. Actually, he looked to be peeking around the corner, as if afraid to step foot in the hall for some reason.
I heard scuffing behind me, but didn't pay any attention to it, as I wrapped Mikaela up in a hug.
"I couldn't sleep, sorry." I murmured quietly.
"Heheheheheheheh."
Mikaela giggled at the sound, and I rolled my eyes. Seeing Bumblebee's wide optics, I frowned a little, and with a light kiss, walked over to him, leaving Mikaela to turn and watch me. It didn't even occur to me that we had our backs to a known prankster. "Hey, Bee. You ok?"
He looked at me a long moment, and tilted his head. Then, with a tap of some button on his helmet, I heard yelling.
"Where is that fragger?! Let me at him, I'll tear him a new exhaust port!" That was obviously Sunstreaker.
Tapping his helmet again, Bee looked at me, as I laughed. "What's up?" The phrase was a completely random one I couldn't identify, but the voice sounded like something from a recent movie that came out.
Shaking my head, I turned around, and all but gasped when I saw a long, metallic finger decending towards my confused girlfriend. "Sideswipe, no!"
It was too late.
As the finger neared Mikaela a jolt of electricity erupted from the tip. A loud screech, and the smell of burning hair later, and Sideswipe was running for his life, no longer laughing.
(The Next Morning)
"Anyone seen Sideswipe?" Will asked in confusion. "I heard something about a prank last night, and an emergency trip to Ratchet?" Looking around the room, his gaze rested upon the person beside me, and his eyes widened. "What. The. Hell. Happened to you??!"
I groaned a little, finally feeling the full effects of a night without sleep. Wrapping an arm around Mikaela's shoulder, I hissed and jumped when I got a static shock from her. "Ow." Still, I rested my arm around her and pulled her against me.
She glared at the table with a look that I'm surprised didn't have her oatmeal bubbling in it's bowl. "Sideswipe." She murmured, before shivering a little. She ran her hands through her hair, and struggled to pull it down from the bride of Frankenstein look it had taken, standing up on end. "And he paid for it."
Sunstreaker strode into the room, shaking a moment before continuing on. He didn't seem all that pleased either.
"Do I dare ask what happened to you?" Will asked, his lips trembling.
"Sideswipe." Was the snarl.
"He name isn't Sideswipe." I cut in, yawning and taking a huge drink of my coffee. When everyone turned to me, I shrugged. "It's 'Static Mech', apparently." I glanced at Will. "Family Guy reference."
He nodded a little. "Well, if he survives long enough to make it to another planet, he can honestly say 'I come in pieces'."
Everyone busted up laughing, after a moment. Despite their moods, even Mikaela and Sunstreaker found themselves joining in.
It was true, too. After last night, Sideswipe had run for his life...accidentally right into the raging arms of his brother. Once Mikaela had stopped vibrating, she'd growled something to Bumblebee, who nodded and disappeared.
Two hours later, and Sunstreaker was holding Sideswipe down, along with an irate, sleepy Ironhide, while Mikaela unscrewed his wheels and rolled them away. Then Ironhide took them to Ratchet, explained the issue, and Mikaela was forced to endure two hours of scanning and lectures before Ratchet congratulated her on an excellent revenge.
Needless to say, the carpet was gone before the rest of the base was even awake.
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Note : So I know that rubber wheels on a carpet doesn't really generate static, but this is a fanfiction.
Hope you like it.
R+R please.
Thank you.
Tenshi