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(Again, sorry for the confusion in Chapter 3. Anyway, a fic request for Optimus Prime 007, a humorous take on Prowl asking Jazz to bond with him. Enjoy!)
Chapter 4
==Diego Garcia= Top of the Wreckage of the ARK 2==
"So let me get this straight" Prowl said as he fiddled with the long pole of metal which had once been a minor support beam in the ARK 2 "You're letting Sideswipe, your Twin, and bane of every Autobot Officer's existence, plan my next attempt at asking Jazz to bond with me?"
"Yeah," Sunstreaker nodded twirling his own orange pole which clashed horribly with his paint job as he stepped up to a pile of small balls of wreckage metal next to Prowl and sifting one out with the flattened end of his stick, moving to aim at the ocean. "But to be fair, Sideswipe's plans usually come together more often than mine do, plus I think this is his way of saying sorry for fritzing Red Alert and getting him to run you over"
With that the golden mech wrecker swung back and smacked the improvised golf ball off the ship, watching with satisfaction as it soared over the decimated foliage and crater trail of the ARK 2 and landing in the Ocean nearly a mile away, creating a few large waves for the soldiers surfing beyond them relaxing on the beach, making good use of their day off.
"Not bad" Prowl nodded stepping forward with his own improvised golf club. "But it's what your brother has in mind is what bothers me, for all I know he's planned a bonding ceremony and I just have to tell Jazz 'Surprise, you're going to have my sparklings, please come this way to make our bond official!'"
Sunstreaker cringed at the mental image as Prowl swung smoothly, the club whistling with the force of the swing, sparks flying from the impact as well as a loud thunder crack of metal colliding with metal, the ball far exceeding his own in the distance and speed factor.
"You know I never really thought I'd get along with you for this long" Sunstreaker commented as Prowl watched a soldier wipe out on the crest of a wave with stoic gaze of calculation. "Especially share a game of golf for this long with you anyway."
"I believe the term is 'Driving'" Prowl corrected as Sunstreaker placed his next garbage ball, made of the softer internal metal of the ARK 2, a little further back than his last one. "It's better than playing a game of basketball with Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet and Jazz. No matter what they say, they play dirty."
"I'll say, Sideswipe made me try Rugby with Inferno as the opposition" Sunstreaker scowled "I'm still knocking the dents out of my chassis"
Prowl offered him a stoic, bordering on smug smile "I said it was unwise"
"Since when did we listen to you?" Sunstreaker snorted as he swung, chipping the ball and sending it rolling down the side of the ship and bouncing down the crater trail at a lethal sixty miles an hour, towards the mingling off duty soldiers on the beach. "Frag it! It's your turn to rescue the humans Prowl"
The SIC sighed and transformed into his new Alt and roared off down the ramp they had built in case of emergencies such as this. Prowl never played a game unless it was safe first.
The Praxian drew level with the ball as it was about to crush an unsuspecting group of surfers, transforming at a run and with an impressive kick sent the golf ball turned football soaring off into the horizon with a few unmanly screams from the soldiers he had just saved from being crushed.
"Watch out" he rumbled as he turned back the way he came leaving the men to run off in the opposite direction, intending to avoid the crater trail as if it was a track into hell itself for the rest of their mortal lives "There are bot's trying to play golf"
==Over the Ocean==
"What are we doing out here, oh mighty Megatron?" Starscream grumbled as they flew low over the endless blue ripples of the earth's Ocean. "We'll never find the Autobot's base"
"Shut up Starscream" Megatron hissed in his Cybertronian jet form, wishing he could just transform and take a swipe at the cocky seeker without being derailed from his objective. "Keep your sensors alert or I'll tear up your wings with my flail."
"Fine then" the tattooed jet sulked "I'll just play my music"
"No!" the silver War Lord of the Decepticons roared twisting in the air to try and ram the traitorous F-22 as Starscream blasted out 'Dragostea din tei' on his speakers. "Primus Frag it!" Megatron snarled to himself as the jet tauntingly danced around his bulky frame. "You're so dead when we get back to base"
In their obliviousness, they never saw the giant ball of metal scavenged from the ARK 2 with a pede sized dent flying towards them out of the glare of the sun, dropping Megatron into the Ocean below as it landed firmly on his helm with a firm 'Thwack'.
==A few minutes later back on top of the ARK 2 wreckage==
"Please tell me you saved them" Sunstreaker whined as Prowl vaulted back onto the platform, swiping up his golf club from where he had discarded it his haste to save the oblivious humans "Optimus will have my helm if I even put a scratch on one"
"They're safe, traumatised but safe" Prowl nodded as he lined up one of his last shots and sending it flying towards the Ocean "You do realise we will have to go and find these later, we are technically littering"
"Don't have to" Sunstreaker shrugged "Blaster got a transmission from Seaspray and Beachcomber this morning. You know how those two are, hippy-ish and eco-friendly. They can do it"
"Very well" Prowl shrugged happy with that logic as he stood aside to let the gold twin have his last shot.
"I'd like to see you beat this shot Prowl" Sunstreaker bragged as he lined up his shot carefully, balanced perfectly on his tyres, clearly over his unstable stumbling of the last few days.
"We'll see" the black and white doorwinged mech said as he spied a trajectory fault when Sunstreaker was at the pinnacle of his backward swing, forcing the club to follow through incredibly fast, sending the ball sailing straight at the beach.
Unfortunately, Jazz had been playing volleyball with Blaster and stumbled backwards as he caught the improvised volleyball, into the path of the oncoming transformer sized golf ball, dropping the unsuspecting saboteur like a stone applied to gravity.
"Sniper!" Blaster shouted with a cackle.
"Nope, your right" Prowl replied blandly as Sunstreaker's faceplate paled, mentally freaking out as Ratchet, who had been solar charging near the Volleyball court, turned his beady hawk like optics up the crater trail at them, spying Sunstreaker still in the finishing position of his swing and letting out a furious roar. "I can't beat that shot."
A/N: I just came back from a game of golf with my parents and couldn't resist writing Prowl and Sunny take a few pot shots as they plotted! XD hope you liked!