Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Just the plot and OCs.

A, I, J, Jynx Jazz, and Prowl. Bluestreak. #11. "I know that look. I don't like that look. It always gets us in trouble."

I added Bluestreak because it worked. ^-^


Snickering?

Oh Primus above, it was never a good thing when Prowl woke up to snickering.

Refusing to roll over and leave the Well like perfection that was his warm, soft berth tucked under a layer of blankets and with his mate at his–well no. Seems he didn't have his mate at his back anymore.

Suppressing the long groan that said it was to early in the morning for this slag Prowl shifted around just enough that he could peak open one optic without having to lift his helm off his pillow. He was greeted by what once would have been a rather remarkable sight but now seemed common.

He was both grateful and slightly tired of that fact. Because for once in far too long he'd like to recharge in for a change.

Big, glittering silver optics sparkling at him behind the curve of a visor was what he found. A silver faceplate as well, holding a smile that matched one of so dear to his spark the Praxian knew there was nothing for it but to go ahead and roll over.

Shifting enough that he could do so without bending his doorwings he flopped–yes flopped because it was too slaggin' early for anything else–onto his other side with a grunt.

"It's before sun up, Jynx."

The low tone got that smirk of her's to spread into something else he had gotten far too use to.

Oh joy. He muttered to himself. It's going to be one of those orns, is it? Well at least Ratchet's over the fried fish incident of last cycle. I hope.

"Morning, Prowl." That look spread even wider with a flutter of her sensors and the sparkle in her optics. Pit, if it wasn't so damn cute he might actually be able to get annoyed about it.

Letting out a tired huff he promptly rolled back over and snuggled into his pillow.

"Hey!" The little femme barked with laughter in her voice.

"No." He shot back, snuggling deeper into the warmth of his blankets. "I know that look. I don't like that look. It always gets us into trouble."

"Ah, come on, Prowl." Now, that voice wasn't Jynx's but the lifted tones of it were not going to make him any more willing to come crawling out of berth. If she managed to rope Blue in this early it without a doubt was going to be something that he wanted plausible deniability for. It was for the best for everyone. "You haven't even heard the best part."

"I don't want to hear any of it, Blue. Thank you. Now return to your berths or take your mischief else where. I have not had an orn off in over a cycle and I intend to spend it in berth."

"As much as I'd enjoy an excuse for such, Prowler. I'm gonna be needin' your help or at least what ya layin' on. So up ya get."

And that was all the warning Prowl got before he found his blankets yanked off and the berth cushion tipped over on it side to roll him out into the floor. He would deny the yelp that left to the end of his orns before he found himself sprawled out of their berthroom floor glaring up at his silver plated devil of a mate.

"Jazz." He growled out with no real venom while pushing himself into a upward lean that did nothing to help with how hard Jynx and Bluestreak were laughing from behind the protection of Jazz's frame.

"Sorry, Prowler." The silver mech chuckled, gathering up their blankets and pillows. Tossing what he couldn't carry to Jynx and Blue waving them out the door ahead of him. "But we need these. See ya later!"

For a klick or two Prowl lay there sprawled out on the floor before with a long sigh he plopped back in a huff. Because no, no he didn't want to know.


-Jaycee