CAPTURING THE SUN
AN: CONGRATS to Dragonstormgirl for getting review number 1500! Her request will remain a secret until my muse talks and gives me something to use.
Now, if we can get to 2000, there will be open requests! *evil cackles* Oh, and I had someone to ask if they shared the story with others and its okay, I dont mind if you link them to it but please, dont copy and send so they dont know the author. I kinda like to keep my ideas if you dont mind. I work hard on these and coming up with something original isnt easy. I would appreciate the acknowledgement. :D
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'Prowl?'
'Leave a message.'
'Ha ha. I know you're there.'
'No comment.'
'Do you love me?'
'No.'
'Aw, I know you do.'
'You are, as always, mistaken.'
'I'm hurt.'
'I'm beyond caring.'
'And mechs say you lack emotion.'
'I can care less what others perceive of me.'
'Well, I love you, just so you know.'
'And like all things that concern you, there is an ulterior motive with suspicious conditions.'
'Can a mech just love another? Without it being thought so one sided?'
'You're opportunistic and manipulative.'
'And now I'm offended.'
'It won't last long. You're also shallow.'
'You're losing my love.'
'Does that mean I get a divorce from this insanity?'
'Maybe, but I want custody of the kids.'
'You can keep your brother. I have no intention of raising him.'
'I heard that you two slaggers,' Sunstreaker barked over the comm..
'So, there's a witness.' Prowl stated in his ever calm tone.
'Enough of the jokes! Get us out of here!' Sunstreaker yelled.
'And where would 'here' be?'
There were muted tones over the link, prompting Prowl to look up from his work and stare at the wide open door of his office. Predictably, there was no one there.
'I'm sorry. Where are you?'
'Impound! Are you slagging happy?' Sunstreaker snapped.
'My enjoyment has no bearing on the situation.'
'Remember that little energy zap that Wheeljack gave us this morning?'
Prowl had to bite back a groan at the memory. That morning Wheeljack had announced a new invention that couldn't go wrong. Just to prove his point he had touched the activation button. When nothing happened he did what any intelligent inventor would do.
He hit it.
With a whir and a sputter it emitted a single electric bolt. Right at the monitors where the twins were sitting for the morning shift. Both received a fairly decent jolt that set their plating rattling. After Ratchet knocked the engineer cold with a well placed wrench, he attended his two favorite patients. Much to his surprise there was no damage. A first for Wheeljack involvement and a rarity for the twins.
'How did you get impounded?'
Obvious question with a typical 'twin related' answer.
'Before the movie we were driving around the street.' Sunstreaker explained.
Prowl translated that to 'racing.' No doubt there will be tickets being issued in the Autobots designations and arriving within a few days.
'When we both started to tingleā¦' Sunstreaker said.
'I wasn't complaining,' Sideswipe interrupted.
'The twinge turned into itching that turned into burning.' Sunstreaker continued on. 'Then the pain.'
'By the time we realized it wasn't a 'good' feeling, we were already compromised.'
'Compromised? How so?' Prowl asked.
'All energy drained from our systems except primary functions.' Sideswipe said.
'No transforming.' Sunstreaker clarified.
'We can't speak.'
'Verbally.'
'Obviously comms is still operational but there's nothing else.'
'I feel like my battery was unhooked.'
'Our plating is numb.'
'So how did you end up in the impound?' Prowl asked, still hesitant in contacting law enforcement to end the twins punishment.
'Lost power, drifted to the curb, couldn't talk, move, transform, so the humans found us and the fragging wardens put us in the impound.'
'It's humiliating!' Sunstreaker wailed.
'And we can't feel anything.'
'And we really need you to rescue us.'
'And get Ratchet.'
'But don't warn Wheeljack we're coming.'
'And prepare our regular cell for the inevitable sentence.'
'Get us out of the slammer and bring us home!' Sunstreaker snarled, at the end of his temperamental tether.
'I will contact the necessary authorities to have you released,' Prowl said finding the whole situation to be hilarious. Not that he laughed or found humor in his fellow Autobots suffering. But he did have a twinkle in his optic, a small smirk to his face plates, and a bounce to his steps as he entered the Command Center.
Jazz gave his friend a worried look and took a step back, feeling his plating itch in a way that meant Prowl was plotting.
"I need volunteers to collect the twins from a police impound," Prowl said, schooling his features so the others wouldn't know how happy he was feeling.
Several bots laughed, waving their servos to volunteer for the extraction team.
"Ratchet, I believe the twins are suffering from the after effects of the device Wheeljack hit them with this morning," Prowl said, noting the engineer's wide optics at the news before he disappeared. Probably to find somewhere to hide until the twins cooled their tempers.
"I'll knock some sense into them," Ratchet promised, a sadistic smile on his face.
"They are currently suffering from structural and neurological damage," Prowl said, hoping to convey the Lamborghini ailments. "They have lost all sense of touch and the ability to physically speak or transform."
"What did you zap them with?" Ratchet muttered, staring down the vacant hall where Wheeljack had disappeared.
"I'm going to!" Jazz put in, knowing the blackmail material of the incapacitated twins was just begging to be exploited.
"Don't you have duties to attend?" Prowl asked, cocking a brow ridge. He had assigned Jazz some datapads of work and had yet to see them returned.
"Rescue is more important," Jazz said, flashing that devilishly handsome grin that had been outlawed on Cybertron. "Reports can wait."
"You do realize if you intend on using the twins' current situation against them, they will retaliate?" Prowl asked, watching as Hound joined the group for Lamborghini extraction.
"Probably," Jazz said with a shrug, walking to the entrance e of the ARK with the motley rescue crew.
"Provoking the metaphorical dragon is not a wise move," Prowl commented while sending a request for footage so he too could enjoy the twins current predicament. "It is not in your best, physical, interest to goad the twins into action."
"What can I say?" Jazz said, offering a cheeky look before he transformed. "I like challenges."
"Clearly you need less violent means of challenging yourself," Prowl muttered, knowing that when the twins returned to full health, the base and their comrades were not going to be safe.
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Sorry its short but you dont want freaking novels, do you?
Reviews are loved and make certain Lamborghinis preen. ;)
