Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Just the plot and OCs.
Bumblebee, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Wheeljack, Jynx, Swoop. And I added Nook. (because of things)
20. "Under what circumstances was thata good idea?" 127. "Anything that looks, smells, and acts like that is death." 134. "Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, badidea!"
It also kind of developed into another major hint, but I don't think you guys mind.
The cackling should have been his clue. It honestly should have been more then enough clue for the towering seeker to know this wasn't going to be anything good. The second clue should have been the smell.
Because what the frag was that smell?
Unease settling into the bottom of his tanks Thundercracker pushed through Wheeljack's lab door only to yelp and duck when a splatter of black something came flying at his helm. Falling almost to his knees almost in a bend to avoid the splatter of who knew what.
"TC!" Skywarp's happy cheer rang out over the chores of gasps.
"Oh slag!" Wheeljack yelped.
Thundercracker caught his bent weight on a backhand sprawl. Vents stalled for a moment with the shock before he manged to push himself back up. Heavy frame shoving back up to stand upright with an arched optic ridge.
Looking back toward the clutter of bots around one of Jack's benches.
Nook gave a low chuckle. Bright optics warm besides Jynx's and Bee's mischief filled one. The long lanky form of the youngest Dinobot was leaning over the top of all three of them with his long arms raised, and thin claws holding his face not really hiding the comical expression of shock. Wheeljack just looked guilty and Warp was bouncing already. Flinging himself across the room to hop to Thundercracker.
Normally that was fine, but he was holding this weird, black, rank smelling stuff in a vile that was swishing as he ran.
"TC! TC! TC! Look!"
Thundercracker stepped back warily especially when the others realized what Warp had in his hands and all gave a shared yelp again and rushed after him.
"Warp no!" Jynx cried out.
"Hold up, Warp!" Nook scrambled after him.
"Bad idea. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad idea!" Wheeljack yelled.
But as usual it was Bee's speed that had him out running them all. Sliding around the much larger purple and black seeker. Somehow managing to not trip in a swirling motion of snatching the vile and darting back out of reach before Warp could even slide to a stop realizing he no longer had was he was so happy about.
"Hey . . . ." The big seeker whined quietly. Helm tilting in confusion and optics all of a sudden very sad.
"Sorry, Warp." Bumblebee hummed, handing over the vile to Wheeljack who took it hurriedly and took it back to the table. Skywarp turned to watch him, but stayed put with a pout.
"I just wanna show, TC."
Stepping forward the larger, blue mech laid a hand on his trine brother's shoulder. Pulling his attention and giving him a smile.
"I'll look, Warp. Just don't run with stuff like that okay?"
"But Jacky just said I couldn't warp with it. Didn't say nothin' about runnin'. Was trying to do right, TC."
"I know." Thundercracker rubbed a thumb into the slightly smaller shoulder. "It's okay."
"That's my bad, Warp." Wheeljack said, smiling up at the seeker. "It's alright."
"No harm done." Nook grinned up at him while Jynx slipped around his other side and with a look passing between the bright Praxian and the big seeker they lead the slightly smaller one back to the table.
All of them circling around it staring down at the weird bubbling black stuff. For a long klick silence depended on them before Thundercracker asked.
"So do I even want to know what this horrible stuff is?"
"Probably not." Jynx grinned at him.
He just stared at her.
She went on grinning.
Nook flicked a doorwing with a playful smile. "What's the matter, TC, don't trust us?"
Thundercracker didn't grace him with more then an optic roll for that, but he was smiling all the same.
"It smells like death." He commented.
Wheeljack took great offence to that. "It does not!"
"It kinda does." Swoop chirped happily. Clapping along with Skywarp who was nodding along as well.
Why that amused them so much Thundercracker wasn't sure he wanted to know.
When the thick black slag suddenly gave a belch like bubble sending another cloud of horrible stench into the room, they all leaned back a little, but considering none of them ran TC figured they weren't in danger of being poisoned. Probably.
"Anything that looks, smells, and acts like that is death." He grumbled.
"It can't kill you." Wheeljack huffed. "It's not death."
"Then what is it?"
"It's a antifreeze." Swoop supplied oh so helpfully in that high voice of his, only to pause, and then shrug. "Okay, well it's supposeto be. Me Swoop and him Wheeljack not really got it all right yet."
"Did you just say that is antifreeze?" TC snorted.
"No." Bumblebee shook his helm. "It's not really a antifreeze. It is antifreeze."
"To put it another way." Wheeljack sighed at the confusion on TC faceplate. "I'm trying to make RED."
"RED?" TC deadpanned.
The all looked back at him like that was totally normal. He tried again.
"RED? As in that slag that the Ground uses to blow bots up? That RED?"
"More or less." Wheeljack nodded. "Yeah. Jynx and Nook are helping me."
"Under what circumstances was that a good idea?" Thundercracker snapped.
"These." Wheeljack shrugged. "And don't look at me like that. Megatron and Optimus said I could."
Thundercracker sighed, biting back a bite of anger only because of Skywarp being there and because he knew Nook wouldn't be helping if this was bad. Jynx might, but Nook wanted nothing to do with RED. "Why?"
"It's not going to be a bomb, TC." Nook told him softly. "It's going to be a cure."
The massive seeker turned toward him with a long stare. "A cure?"
"To reverse the effects of RED after it has been injected." Wheeljack nodded happily. "I'm figuring out how to stop it."
I love Warp and TC way too much. ^-^
-Jaycee