Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews and the friendship. Onward to having unforeseen consequences.
What had gone before: Drabble 137
"Any second now," Sam breathed out, resting against Bumblebee's armored leg. In the security monitoring room, they watched the cameras.
::Worth it all:: Bumblebee texted, pantomiming being tired.
"Prank still lacked style," Jazz complained, having done most of the heavy moving to prevent damage.
On screen, Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus opened their office doors, hesitating as the room's contents registered.
"Does your office?" Optimus began, looking puzzled.
"Look like yours? Yes. Some bot switched them."
"Want to shift back?"
"I'm good," Magnus answered, shrugging. "No harm done." Intent on reports, they never processed to tell anyone else, like Elita.
Drabble 208
"You should surprise him, be teasing," Chromia smirked, the femme to femme conversation about relationships not as taboo with her.
"How? We barely have time to see each other with command responsibilities," Elita challenged back, sipping her energon cube.
"Hide in his office. Keep the lights off. Surprise!"
"And Optimus would blast me. Decepticon assassins hide like that."
"Then borrow a medical coding lock generator. No weapons activation and your sparkmate should recognize your engine."
"Then publicly?"
"Primus no! Remind him of your love but leave him wanting private time in your quarters," Chromia clarified.
"Maybe."
"What could go wrong?"
Drabble 209
"They are not human."
Annabelle regarded the government official warily. The man had cornered her while the others were busy. He didn't appear threatening, but broke the rules talking to her.
"You should not trust the Autobots," he warned.
"Cybertronian for trust is snick clack. It means a firm belief in the strength of the one promising. I trust them, not the Decepticons."
"Why? Because Decepticons are labeled evil? Life is hardly black and white."
"Prowl is. Trust also means conviction. Weak mechs lie and betray."
"Sounds logical."
"So is Prowl. He is my friend. And he is behind you."
Drabble 210
"Have you seen Ratchet's emergency flowchart? Government ordered?" Jazz quipped, greeting Prowl.
"Why?" The enforcer looked up, data pad lists forgotten.
"Are you offline? Yes, contact ancient Primes then CMO, unless CMO offline."
"Not humorous. If No?" Prowl asked.
"Offline soon? Yes call."
"Next?"
"All limbs and helm attached? No, then crawl, roll or be carried into med bay, bring missing pieces too."
"Yes and attached?" Prowl prompted.
"Is energon running in your lines? No, call med bay. If yes, roll or get pushed here."
"And?"
"Spark fluctuations? Call med bay. Unless dealing with twins, call Prowl."
"Primus save me."
Drabble 211
Ultra Magnus paused before his office door then remembered the switch prank and changed. "Humans are the shortest-lived species and waste time arguing over every detail. I am never complaining about Cybertron meetings again."
The doors slid open, the lights failing to trigger. His massive stride reached the desk before he realized the darkness. 'Another prank?' He processed as Elita's energy signature ghosted past. 'Unlikely it is her. Play along.'
"Hey handsome," she purred, hugging him.
He hummed deeply, folding his hands around hers before heaving her onto his shoulder. "Mine!" he growled playfully.
"Always yours."
"Elita?"
"Yes."
"Oh no."
