Title: An Unexpected Warp

Rating: K+

Continuity: G1

Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Skywarp, Thundercracker

Disclaimer: Still. Don't. Own.

Prompt: 6. A picture (Link to it on my LJ account: exactly-what. livejournal 16893. html #cutid6)

It wasn't like Skywarp tried to get them lost. It just sort of happened.

When he panicked, his processor and warp generator went into overdrive, and he transported, almost against his will, to somewhere safe.

This time, he happened to be in contact with Thundercracker, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe.

Sunstreaker had been holding onto Thundercracker, and Sideswipe had been holding on to him. He had practically crashed into his wingmate, and that was when the warp generator kicked in and transported him to "safety." Unfortunately, it also carried along everyone he was touching.

So he kind of brought the trouble along with him.

Skywarp gave a screech worthy of Starscream as he landed hard on his aft. Sideswipe gave a loud oof!, as he landed on the purple Seeker, then the blue Seeker and the yellow Twin landed on top of him.

There was a moment of silence, interrupted only by the loud hiss of overtaxed fans and the chirp of Earth birds.

Then Sunstreaker groaned and shifted slightly, grinding his knee into Thundercracker's face and his elbow into Sideswipe's midsection.

The red Twin growled and shoved at the mechs on top of him, pushing them off in a tumble of limbs and wings. Sideswipe rolled himself off the purple Seeker, kneeling next to the tangle of mech-parts next to him.

Then he looked around.

"Frag. Uh, Skywarp? Do you know where we are?"

Skywarp, who, until that time had been buried under three mechs, just groaned and shook his helm. "Warp drive works on it's own, sometimes," he mumbled, lifting one hand to his helm and rubbing the tender metal. "Ow. Think I hit my helm."

Thundercracker, who had managed to halfway disentangle himself from Sunstreaker (who was making more of a fuss about his scraped paint than he was trying to get out), growled lowly at his wingmate. "Warp, you hit your helm a lot. Sorry to break it to you, but I don't think that this time will make a difference. And Sideswipe, would you please tell your brother to stop whining and start trying to move? Because he's leaning on my wing, and it hurts."

"You heard him, Sunny," the red Twin smirked.

"Don't call me Sunny!" the narcissistic mech growled, but did as asked and started working on pulling himself away from the Seeker.

Sideswipe turned around and examined their surroundings. They were in a narrow trench, obviously man-made. There were shallow arches on the walls, and, when he glanced down, corroded metal tracks under his pedes. Moss and other organic growth covered everything. The tracks and trench continued on out of sight in one direction, while, in the other, they disappeared into a tunnel. Brilliant green leaves rustled above them, blotting out the sky.

"Well," he said, turning back to look at the tunnel, "we definitely aren't anywhere near anything important. Think you can get us back to the battle, 'Con?"

Skywarp just shook his helm, blinking dazedly. Thundercracker groaned. "No way. Not while he's like this. We'll end up in Nigeria or something. Or maybe Kalamazoo. Or possibly ten miles under the surface of the Earth, or even on Mars. It's safer to just stay here until he regains whatever sense he has when he hasn't been hit on the helm."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were staring at the blue Seeker. Thundercracker shifted nervously, wings twitching. "What?"

"That's probably the most either of us have ever heard you say," Sideswipe said, owlish look melting into a smirk.

"Well, there's nothing else to do," the Seeker said, turning to rest against the plant-covered wall. "Might as well act civil and talk to pass the time."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shared a glance.

"What is it with us and finding time to spend peacefully with Seekers?" Sunstreaker asked, moving to lean against the opposite wall.

"What? What do you mean?"

Sideswipe vented as he too sat. "We crashed into a drive-in theater parking lot once – us and Starscream. We've... kinda been organizing movie nights for... what, two years now?" he asked his Twin.

Sunstreaker nodded. "That reminds me. We're due for another night soon. What do you think we should see this time?"

"Well, that new Iron Man movie is coming out soon."

"True. I wouldn't mind seeing that one."

"Wait – you're saying that you and Starscream go out to see human movies? On purpose?"

"Yup!" Sideswipe said with a wicked grin. "You're welcome to join us sometime. I'm sure you'd enjoy it a bit. Humans are surprisingly good at making entertaining vids."

"And surprisingly horrible," Sunstreaker snorted. "Remember that one movie? Ah, Call of the Wild, or something?"

"Oh, Primus, that was horrid," his Twin lamented, grinning at Thundercracker.

Skywarp moaned where he lay, closing his optics. His wingmate was immediately at his side, hands hovering over his chassis. "Skywarp? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

The purple Seeker's optics snapped on, glowing an irritated red. "No, I'm just mad at Screamer! He'll never watch anything with me!"

Thundercracker sighed. "Right. Up you get, Warp. If you're good enough to be sad about that, you're good enough to get us back."

Once on his pedes, Skywarp wobbled for a moment, but soon steadied, his usual cocky grin back in place. "Alright, so, I'll transport us just a ways off the battlefield, and we can walk back like nothing happened. But tell us when you're planning another movie night – we'll surprise Screamer. Oh, here's my comm, by the way!"

The Seeker pinged the Twins, and they pinged back. There was then a bit of shuffling around as they tried to find positions around their ride home that didn't include hanging off his back like an Earth primate or holding his hands. Eventually, they got situated in another big tangle of limbs and wings, and Skywarp transported away, leaving the little trench back to its forgotten beauty.