Fill for this week's speedwriting prompt; 1. Sunny afternoon.
Title: Decent Recharge – Sunny Afternoon
Rating: K
Continuity: G1
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Ensemble
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 1. Sunny afternoon
The Arc had become used to Prowl's unusual recharging habits, but this... this was a bit stranger.
Prowl wasn't curled up in some dark corner; he was sprawled out on the ground, in the middle of the wide field in front of the main entrance. His doorwings were spread against the ground, his limbs were splayed in all directions, and his engine was rumbling happily.
Then Jazz had ambled out of the ship and sprawled out next to him, the barest tips of their fingers touching.
Bluestreak came out next, and, for a long moment, he stared at the two purring officers. Then, "Is that comfortable? Because it looks kinda good, and I'm a bit tired..."
Prowl cracked an optic and smiled. "Very. Care to join us?"
"Hm. Maybe, I guess I don't have anyt-"
"Bluestreak. Mute it and sit down," Prowl ordered. The gray Praxian did so.
After a moment of shifting, the gunner settled down, and his engine, like his superiors', started up in a steady purr.
Then Bumblebee had come out, and had, without asking, settled to rest his back against a large boulder.
Then the Dinibots, who, surprisingly, settled down very quickly, in dinosaur mode.
Then the Aerials and Protectobots, who flopped down in a tangled heap of too many limbs and wings and bits to kibble to count.
Then the other minibots came out, and settled down near Bumblebee. Then Wheeljack dragged Ratchet out, set him down, and sat down next to him.
Others trickled out of the Arc and settled in the clearing, falling into dazes as the sun beat down on their warm plating.
Last of all, save for Red Alert, Optimus Prime came out and settled against the half-buried bulkhead of their crashed ship.
For hours, until the sun tipped behind the horizon, they all lay in happy, dozy piles and tangles of limbs, content in the warmth of the Earth's sun.