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(Sorry for the delay! I had to mull over this chapter something awful before I was satisfied with it. Thank you to everyone who had read, reivewed and faved! enjoy!)
Chapter 5
==Diego Garcia= Autobot Base= Early morning=
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Optimus whispered to Ironhide during one of Galloway's long morning lectures.
"I think he's thinking what you think he's thinking" Ratchet chimed in lowly from beside the weapons master, polishing a wrench with his favourite cloth, barely paying attention to the liaison that was still at it after twenty minutes.
"If he's thinking what I'm thinking, then I think we shouldn't just be thinking… what do you think?" Prowl asked Ironhide who was looking completely lost as he saw Optimus, Prowl and Ratchet tense up as if they were away to stomp on the ignorant human ranting at their pedes.
"That is true lover, but if I'm thinking what you are thinking about doing, then I think that could cause a few problems" Jazz snickered popping up beside Prowl and hugging the SIC from behind having fully recovered from his 'Sniper attack' by Sunstreaker the day before.
"Make it stop!" Ironhide suddenly shouted putting his servos to his audios, frightening the irate Galloway into letting out a girlish scream "You've all gone fragging mad!" with that the cannon baring mech promptly crashed and tumbled to the floor, leaving the three officers staring down at him oddly. They were only asking him if he thought a private High Grade Party would be a good idea. After all, they usually had one after they were done with Galloway.
"What are you doing out of my Medbay?" Ratchet growled brandishing his wrench after a moment's thought "I haven't cleared you for duty yet"
"And that, Ratch, my main mech, is why I'm already running away down the corridor!" Jazz called pausing at the corner of the corridor and giving a cheerful, cheeky salute as Ratchet gave a furious growl and took off after him shouting Cybertronian obscenities at the top of his voice, leaving poor crashed Ironhide twitching on the floor.
"Huh, I guess Ironhide doesn't want that High Grade Party" Prowl shrugged as the annoying liaison of the government began his tirade from the very beginning again, the two remaining officers shutting off their audios and loitering in front of the furious human, not paying attention in the least.
"I guess he just wasn't in a thinking mood" Optimus shrugged as he replied through a Communication link.
==Autobot Base= Rec-Room=That Afternoon==
"I'm sorry Sideswipe" Wheeljack implored as he fiddled with a bunch of severed wires "But I thought I was grounding that terminal, but instead I must have shorted it out. So I'm afraid the entertainment system is going to be offline until tomorrow"
"No. Noooo! I need my TV time!" Sideswipe wailed going over to the giant screen, falling to his knee joints and hugging the television "I… I can't go on without it! Please! Somebody put me out of my misery!"
"Is he always this dramatic?" Sam asked from where he was perched on a giggling Bumblebee's shoulder watching the scene in amusement as the Camero transformer had his morning energon with Arcee.
"When it comes to his 'TV time' yes" Sunstreaker grumbled from his own seat beside Jolt, sipping at his energon cube, glaring a hole in his sibling's helm before calling out to the silver Corvette "You mean put us out of OUR misery"
"Sunny" Sideswipe sniffed turning to his twin and holding out his arms imploringly "I want a hug, my TV go boom!"
"Oh, pit no" the gold swordsmech snarled leaping from his seat and skating out of the door with his twin not far behind, even as the Decepticon alert siren wailed through the base.
==That Night=Diego Garcia= Autobot Base= Outside Prowl's Office==
"Come on Prowl!" Jazz called hammering his fist on the door "You can't hide in there forever!"
"Go away!" the black and white mech shouted back from inside, the familiar sound of scribbled handwriting pausing "I reserve the right to sulk!"
"Not when your doorwings are dislocated!" the saboteur replied giving a squeak of surprise as the keypad he was about to hack gave him a powerful electric shock "Smart little fragger aren't you?"
"I heard that" Prowl replied "And yes Jazz, I am, you really think they'd let amateurs do the work I do? I saw that request for a tennis court"
"Awww" Jazz whined scrabbling at the door like and abandoned dog "But it'll be good for moral!"
"Jazz your Unusually Prone to Funny Accidents Syndrome completely covers that aspect" the Praxian snorted in return "And no, I'm not authorising a trapeze in the training room either."
"Prowler, I know you're sore about Barricade T-boning you off the Golden Gate bridge but Ratchet will have my aft if I don't deliver you to the medbay ASAP" Jazz said changing the subject, taking out his infamous bunch of 'hacker toys' and sifting through for the one he needed to enter his lovers office he had graciously chucked Prime out of on his arrival. "Look on the bright side; you dragged him off the bridge too."
"He nearly ripped off my doorwings!" Prowl snarled to himself "He's so off my Christmas card list!"
"You have a Christmas card list already?" Jazz asked as the door reeled open to admit the bewildered Saboteur. "And why would you send one to Barricade?"
"It's a universal Praxian thing, don't touch the wings without permission or…" Bluestreak giggled as he made an execution sign across his neck cabling, popping up behind Jazz "Hi, Prowl, Ratchet's about ready to fry your aft and feed it to the smelter."
"That'll be my cue then" the elder mech sighed grudgingly getting up and letting himself be led to the medbay where Ratchet was waiting, tapping a pede on the floor and looking murderous.
"What's this I hear about dislocated Doorwings?" the medic snarled spotting the limp black and white wings of the SIC. "You. Berth. Jazz. Get lost. Bluestreak… Stop making puppy optics at me and go with Jazz"
"But Skidz and Mudflap will get me!" the gunner whined as the neon green medic tried to corral them out of his 'Den' "They want to use me as ammo against Sides and Sunny!"
"Not my problem kid" the ambulance shrugged as he shoved them into the corridor, "The worst that could happen is you getting jumped by those two Corvettes and interfaced into the floor because you're too cute"
Bluestreak gave a mortified squeak hiding behind Jazz as if the smaller mech could stop anything that tried to get him. "No using me as a shield Blue" Jazz chided as the Medbay doors hissed shut, clanging together with the finality of a judges gravel.
"But… But!" the younger mech fretted following Jazz down the hallway.
"Old Hatchet is just teasing Blue" Jazz soothed patting the grey mech on the shoulder as they returned to Prowl's office "The Twins would at least ask first, plus Prowl, being the overprotective 'daddy' he is would likely tear there helms off if they didn't come to him for permission to court you or something first."
"I guess" Bluestreak said finally relaxing, his doorwings lowering from their high stiff position on his back.
==Autobot Base= Medbay==
"So I guess that proposal on the bridge went out the window?" Ratchet asked innocently as he numbed the doorwing joints upon Prowl's back getting ready to finally fix the stubborn tactician.
"Barricade decided he wanted to play dodgems." Prowl grumbled into the medberth tempted to slam his helm against it several times "I was so fragging close!"
"How far did you get?"
"To the part where I was just going to ask him to bond" Prowl groaned back as he saw his dented, dislocated doorwings get shoved back into place. "That's the last time I let the Twins plan anything to do with my relationship with Jazz, I'm doing it myself."
"Good good, bet you gave Barricade a good bashing though" the medic probed, say what you will, the medic was an avid gossip fan.
"He's in precisely forty three pieces at the bottom of the bay." The Praxian nodded coldly. "He was still functioning when I left him"
"Remind me never to get on your bad side" the CMO stated as he switched off the numbing block "This will sting a little"
Prowl nearly howled as he felt his doorwings feed him the backlash of sensory information from the past few hours, the SIC showing off his extensive vocabulary by swearing in every language he knew as the stabbing, needle like sensations died down.
"Jeez, you tell them it's like a pin prick and they go apocalyptic" Ratchet sighed shaking his helm.
"I'm afraid of needles" Prowl grumbled flopping onto the medical berth "Did you have to mention needles?"
"Could be worse" Ratchet shrugged blandly as he moved away to polish some of his carefully laid out tools "You could have Optimus' fear of wrenches"