A/N - by popular request - more Roller! Just some short little snippets I had already written, which will skip around a bit in time and don't have a cohesive plotline or anything, but hopefully folks will enjoy. In the unlikely event that real life calms down, some might even get expanded someday. This one doesn't have all that much Roller actually, but does follow fairly chronologically from the last chapter.

"Hey, Aid," Sideswipe greeted the medic as he entered the brig, Prowl behind him. He stretched and stood up from his stool, welcoming the distraction from a rather boring shift on guard duty. The single Decepticon prisoner had been uneventfully and glumly silent the whole time he had been here. He didn't look like he'd give much trouble, but Sideswipe shot a warning glare just in case. The Decepticon shifted uneasily. Patients in the brig were always extremely well-behaved for First Aid, Sideswipe made sure of that.

Prowl moved in front of First Aid to deactivate the holding cell on the other side of the prisoner. First Aid entered and calmly sat on the narrow berth, and Sideswipe blinked his optic shutters in confusion.

"Half a joor?" Prowl asked.

"I'm all set for at least three joors, actually."

"Half a joor should suffice. There's Wheeljack, of course, but you're our only official medic at the moment." Prowl frowned a little, though the expression didn't seem to be directed at First Aid, particularly.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause more problems, especially now."

Prowl shook his head. "Don't worry, I've dealt with worse." He very pointedly did not look at Sideswipe, still gaping at his guard station. "And I do appreciate your nearly eleven vorns of exemplary behavior."

Prowl reactivated the holding cell and turned, only to find Sideswipe blocking his path.

"Is there a problem?" he asked mildly, raising an optic ridge.

"You can't...I mean...that's Aid," Sideswipe sputtered ineloquently.

"First Aid has chosen to disobey a direct order, and is facing the consequences, like any other mech in this army."

"But..." Sideswipe looked over at First Aid and then back at Prowl, wondering if this was Prowl's idea of a prank, in payback for all the ones he'd ever pulled. Prowl's expression was all courteous attention, no sign of evil, unholy glee, but then, there wouldn't be, though Sideswipe was quite sure it was there behind those ever-composed faceplates, just waiting to be tapped.

"It's ok, Sideswipe," First Aid said from his cell. "Don't worry, I think he's actually going really easy on me."

"You're serious. What the frag was the order?" Sideswipe was getting over the initial shock and was beginning to see the humor in it. First Aid, disobeying orders. This ought to be good.

First Aid looked over at the Decepticon and then at Prowl. "I don't think..." he started. Prowl nodded.

"Good point." Prowl deactivated the other holding cell and snapped some stasis cuffs on the other prisoner. "You and I are going for a little stroll," he told the Decepticon, who looked less than thrilled with the chance to get some fresh air. "Recharging in the brig is not against the rules, you know, as long as you're not on guard duty," he added to First Aid, and Sideswipe only then noticed the dimness of the medic's visor, and the weary slump of his shoulders.

"So?" Sideswipe waggled his optic ridges suggestively, after they'd gone. "What dastardly deed did you refuse to do?"

First Aid's visor brightened at that, flashing a little in amusement. "It wasn't dastardly, Sideswipe. It was a reasonable order, I just couldn't follow it." He opened a panel on his forearm and moved closer to the front of the cell so Sideswipe could see. "I wouldn't tell Prowl where I got him."

Sideswipe peered through the cell bars, vaguely expecting to see some sort of illegal contraband or device. What he didn't expect to see was a perfect miniature Cybertronian, nestled in the insulation of First Aid's storage compartment. Some sort of sculpture? Sunstreaker would be impressed, the detail was incredible. He leaned in closer, and the two tiny optics opened to blink at him sleepily. Sideswipe, to his everlasting embarassment, screamed.