A/N: Here is something small to tide you all over whilst I finish my work off. Requested by ThatRedCar.
Stuck.
"Stop right there you Decepticon scum!" Brawn, Cliffjumper, Warpath and Bumblebee took the lead in chasing Ravage and Frenzy through the waterworks' tunnels. Every footstep taken ended in a solid splash, resonated against the damp tunnel's walls. Sideswipe and Tracks held the rear along with Bluestreak. The minibots were far more suited to the cramped conditions than their larger Autobot brethren. Bluestreak watched as Warpath and Cliffjumper dived onto Ravage. The metal panther instantly managed to squirm free, his claws thrusting into Warpath's leg and easily leaving him disabled. Bluestreak did not have time to stop: he leapt over Warpath and Cliffjumper to catch up. Taking a split second to look back, he could see Cliffjumper tending to his minibot friend.
If only they had been out in the open – if only Bluestreak had been able to stand still with a clear shot!
"You won't be getting away that easily, you Decepticon dastards!" Brawn's passionate shouts echoed against the walls, the sound of splashing water becoming louder and quicker. He followed the others around the bend and noticed that there were no other side-passages. What was more, there was a grid covering the exit. He took out his gun.
"Brawn! Bumblebee! Get to the sides – give me a clear shot!" Surprisingly, Brawn followed his request and gave him the visibility he needed. Bluestreak took aim for Frenzy's leg motors, squeezing the trigger gently. Frenzy could not escape his view.
Windcharger dropped down from an overhead access hole – straight into Bluestreak's focus. His gun fired. He pulled his arm upwards and watched as Windcharger knelt in the water. Bluestreak stood stiff, waiting – hoping that the warrior would move. He had not meant to hit the minibot – if he had known, he would not have fired. Sideswipe and Tracks raced in front of him, just as Windcharger began to stand. Bluestreak shuddered with relief. His legs found their momentum once more and he ran forward. He watched as Ravage slipped through the grate, only slowing for an astro-second. Frenzy could not slide through and had to pause to widen the gap. Brawn almost had him. The Decepticon tape forced himself through, Brawn and Windcharger chasing after him. Bumblebee was next in, followed by Sideswipe. Bluestreak took his chances and dived for the gap in front of Tracks – tripping on the bottom bar section and falling between the poles. His left arm was trapped by his chassis. Due to the way Frenzy had bent the grate, he had managed to fit his one door wing through the gap, but was unable to get it out again. His legs were at such an angle that he was not able to get a strong enough grip on the mossy ground.
"Uh-oh," he said.
"What do you mean: 'uh-oh'?" Tracks asked, sounding none too pleased.
"I can't move! I'm stuck!" Tracks growled with annoyance and pulled at the bars. Bluestreak was completely wedged in and Tracks could not get a grip on the bars where he needed to.
"You really are stuck!" The Corvette hissed, listening as the steps of the others disappeared into the distance. "Bluestreak is stuck! Go on without us!" Tracks shouted. Eventually, an echoed reply from Bumblebee returned to them from somewhere:
"Don't worry – we'll come back for you later!" Bluestreak sighed and relented, feeling his face-plate heat up under Tracks's hands-on-hips stance. Somewhere from behind, Cliffjumper was dragging Warpath. All it took was one look.
"How in the name of Cybertron did that happen?!"
End.