DMK: Whoo, This is the most reviews I've had… EVER… O_O'' thanks a bunch for reviewing, I feel WAAAAAY too loved… anyways, I got da paring… :D any CORRECT guesses (MINUS those who already know… you know who you are…) will be rewarded with an honorable mention in da next chappie… :D okay, not much but hey! Umm…. Yeah… but he's NOT an Autobot…
Hotshot: I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE HOOKING HIM UP!! WHAT ABOUT ME?!
DMK: …can't take a little rivalry with a 'Con?
Hotshot: No. *boots her off the author's notes section* NOW GO READ!! …that was probably too big of a hint as it is….
*********
Chapter 9
It was late at night, long after yet another one-sided training session between Scavenger and Caitlin. The loud footfalls of the former mercenary echoed along a corridor, when RedAlert came across him. He noticed that he had two large canisters, one over each shoulder.
"Scavenger… may I ask just WHAT are those?" The medic asked, staring at the large canisters.
"Oh, these?" He grinned evilly. "Why these are containers of that Terran gas, Helium… You know the affects on a HUMAN'S vocal cords, I'm just a little curious as to how it would react with a Transformers'…"
RedAlert caught on, grinning malevolently. "Tell me what to do and I'll gladly assist."
The next morning…
Jetfire sat up, after his long recharge. He felt strange, but then again, he woke up feeling strange many times… He stretched his arms, and emitted a yawn..
A very squeaky yawn.
"AGH!" he brought a hand to his throat. HE SOUNDED LIKE A CHIPMUNK!! "SCAVENGER! REDALERT! YOU'RE BOTH DEAD!" A very high-pitched shout rang throughout the whole base.
The two, who were already awake and waiting for this, burst into loud and raucous laughter. Growling in a high-pitched voice, Jetfire barreled out of his quarters, fuming. He came across RedAlert, who was blocking his way.
"You… are one DEAD Autobot…" he squeaked, but hardly sounded serious with his high voice.
"My, Jetfire, that doesn't sound good, perhaps you shouldn't inhale HELIUM like that…" The medic said smugly, holding up an empty canister of the gas. Over his shoulder, he saw Scavenger, who also had an empty container.
Jetfire nearly blew a gasket. "WHY YOU!!!"
That's when the rest of the Autobot team reached the source of the scream, which was the helium-influenced Vice Commander. They heard the V.C's voice, and there was nothing but silence.
For about five seconds. Explosively, starting with Hotshot, then Sideswipe, followed by Smokescreen, Blurr, and Optimus, they all bust out into laughter. Even Caitlin bit her lip to stop from laughing at her ailing prank partner.
Jetfire grabbed RedAlert by the neck armor, and hissed (higher so because of the helium), "Get rid of this, NOW."
Calmly, RedAlert forced himself out of the hold, and then grinned. "I'm sorry, there ISN'T a way to 'get rid of it'… You'll just have to let it disperse on its own."
"And how long will that take???" Caitlin questioned, sparing her friend the humiliation of speaking in that high-pitched voice again.
"Four hours."
Jetfire looked ready to cry. "FOUR HOURS?!" He shrieked in a voice high enough to probably shatter glass, getting the other members of his team to crack up once again.
"That's what I said. Four Earth hours until your voice returns to normal." The Medic retorted coolly, Scavenger about ready to keel over from his suppressed laughter behind him.
Moaning like a chipmunk, Jetfire hung his head and stomped past his giggling teammates, who were doing their best to not laugh. Once they thought he was gone, the noise level exploded, Hotshot and Sideswipe on their backs, Scavenger doubled over, Blurr holding his chest as he leaned up against the wall.
Jetfire's head snapped around the bend in the hall again. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" He tried to shout, but this just caused more laughter on his teammates' part. Even Caitlin had to laugh…
Fuming still, he left, his loud stomps audible over the laughter…
Four hours later…
Jetfire hummed happily in his normal voice. "Oh yeah, no more chipmunk voice for me!"
"AHHHHHHGH!"
Jets sat bolt upright. "WHAT THE F*CK?!"
Five minutes later, a loud thump was heard as his door was thrown open. The white mech turned to see the blue-green femme, but she wasn't blue-green anymore.
"Let me guess… they got you now too?"
She nodded silently, drops of rainbow paint falling from her brow. "Oh. Yeah. Regular riot act back in the command center right now…"
"Blech, glad Scavenger doesn't like to use messy pranks…"
"Oh sure, and I suppose sounding like a metal chipmunk is LOADS better…"
"I swear to PRIMUS that I'm gonna strangle the both of 'em…"
"I would too, but I'm just gonna get even…" She grinned evilly.
"Oh? Do tell…"
"…Granted, I used this on my old Science Lab teacher, but it still took him a month to clean up…"
He caught on. "Okay, sure, but where would you find THAT kinda junk?"
"Umm… probably an old food processing factory has tons of it… I know a few around here…"
"Ya think Prime would let you go?"
"Come on, he saw how he messed me up." She motioned to herself. Upon closer inspection, Jetfire noticed all manner of things stuck to the paint: feathers, glass, sand, confetti, you name it, it was there. She was a mess.
"…And me… eugh, I can't BELIEVE they did that…"
"Though it WAS amusing…"
"Don't get started on me. Just go talk to Optimus and see if it's alright. If it is, all the more power to ya."
"Thanks… I'll remember that!" In a flash, she was gone, and after cleaning all of the dried paint off of her metal frame, (though her knees joints couldn't stop grinding from some leftover sand and glass), she was off and negotiating with her commander. He knew it would lead to more trouble, but ignoring his logic circuits, he let her go.
Some Abandoned Factory…
So WHY are we doing this? Her partner, Sideswipe, who was still with her, asked, looking around the dark and dusty building.
"Simple: to get even. You saw what I looked like!"
Her friend stifled a laugh. Don't remind me… I might pull a circuit if I laugh again…
"Har har har… Now let's just get the stuff and get out of here before any humans see us…"
I second that!
After only a few minutes of searching, they found their prize. And within a few more minutes, they had collected an excess of it, and had warped back to the base…
TBC
*******
DMK: EEP! I just re-read chapter 8… I RUINED THE SURPRISE ABOUT HER NAME DURNIT! :[
Caitlin: OH GREAT, SO YOU GO AND TELL EVERYONE MY NAME IS WINDRACER?!
DMK: …so did you… *points to previous line*…
Caitlin: …Oh… ^^'' whoops… Blonde moment.
DMK: a note on that… you won't see the name until the very end, when she picks it out for herself. That was just a typo… Argh… oh, and Flamestrike… I got like, half da sequel up already… Hell, I'll be done with that before I'm done with the real story… -_ oh well. Now that I've ruined one of the surprises, I'll leave…