A/N: And the second installment of the adventures of the three Bratlings From the Pit, as Skywarp ever-so-fondly calls them.
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Thundercracker and the Three Seeklets, Episode 2 - Sticky Situations
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The little black seeker sitting on the floor stared at the strange bot who had just dove through the doorway, pointing a large gun in his face.
He blinked.
The strange bot blinked back.
Bluestreak lowered his gun, surprised. He crouched down to speak to the sparkling. "Hi there. What are you doing here?"
"I live here. What are you doin' here?" the sparkling looked suspiciously up at the Autobot.
"I'm..." He couldn't tell a child that he was there to attack his guardians! "I'm looking for something. Yeah. I'm Bluestreak. You got a name?" Bluestreak eased closer as he spoke, intending to pick the sparkling up and move him somewhere safer.
"'M name's Blackmark." The side of Bluestreak's gun barrel swung within a couple inches of the little seeker's wing as he moved, and with a definite snap, jerked sideways and adhered itself to the seeker's wing.
"But everyone calls me Stick."
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"Scratch one generator! Mission accomplished!"
"All right Autobots, fall back! We're done here!"
"Wait! Has anyone seen Bluestreak?"
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Stick was not a happy sparkling. In fact, right now he was a downright cranky sparkling. He was tired, he was hungry, and he couldn't find his wingmates or Thundercracker!
And now the strange bot was babbling.
Bluestreak was trying to pry Stick's wing off his gun barrel and having no luck. "Er, nice sparkling? Could you let my gun go?"
"No." Stick glared.
Bluestreak let go of the sparkling… or he tried to, at least. His hand refused to come away from Stick's wing.
"Gee, you're really aptly named, aren't you? Can't we be friends?" Bluestreak begged, hearing the sound of approaching voices.
"No. You're a dork."
"I'd make a great friend! Really! I'm great fun!" Bluestreak tried to pickup the sparkling one-handed, but Stick was firmly stuck to the floor. "We could play lots of games, and things… Bluestreak pulled hard on his trapped hand. The sparkling slid a few inches towards him. "Oh! Well, that might work for a ways, but I don't know what we'll do outside… You know, this would be much easier if you'd just let me go-"
"No!" The cranky sparkling glared more. "I don't wanna!"
Bluestreak's frantic response was cut off by the door across the room banging open. He froze, all of Thundercracker's considerable arsenal was pointed directly at his head. Several Decepticons followed Thundercracker into the room, leering at the trapped Autobot.
"Let go of the weapon, Autobot," growled Thundercracker.
Bluestreak let go, raising his free hand in surrender. The gun stayed in place.
A sudden commotion behind him announced the arrival of the Autobot force.
It was a stalemate, armed Autobots lining one side of the room, looking faintly bewildered, and Decepticons lining the other, looking faintly amused.
In the center, Bluestreak just looked faint.
The sparkling crossed his arms and looked mutinous.
"You can let him go now, Stick." Thundercracker tried not to laugh as the gun suddenly clanged to the floor and Bluestreak stumbled back.
Stick stood, glaring up at Bluestreak for a moment. Then he hauled back a foot and kicked the Autobot in the shins as hard as he could before turning and stomping out.
"Jerk!"
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No plot, just scenes in the never-dull lives of three Decepticon children. Told y'all he awas called Stick for a reason.