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Prowl sighed. Jazz was in class, and the Twins were in detention - again. Prowl himself had the day off, because Optimus had come to visit. It wasn't common knowlege
that Prowl and Ratchet were Optimus and Elita-One's sparklings, but then again, who needed to know that mattered? Optimus and Elita had left a while ago, leaving Prowl with nothing to do.
He looked up when the doors opened, letting Jazz in. His smile of welcome morphed into one of concern when Jazz staggered over to his berth, flopping his filthy and aching body down. "What the pit happened to you, Jazz?" he demanded. He'd seen Jazz tired, but never like this.
"Tranin'." Came the slightly muffled reply. Jazz didn't even lift his head from where he'd collapsed onto his berth. He was just too slagging tired.
Prowl blinked. "For what?"
Jazz heaved a sigh through his intakes as he sat up, dented armor plating grinding against itself uncomfortably. "For my future in sabotage. Or so they're sayin'. If ya ask
me, they're just givin' Sentinel a chance ta torment me more, I think."
Prowl frowned. "I thought that Magnus had said to hold off on your training until you got out of the academy."
Jazz nodded. "He did. They ain't listenin'."
"Why the pit not?!" Prowl demanded.
"'Cause I show promise as a sabotuer, and they wanna train me from the start." Jazz muttered, trying to work the kinks out of his armor. All he was doing was making it worse. He wasn't looking forward to showing Ratchet.
Prowl opened his mouth to say more, but stopped and tilted his helm.
SCRATCH.
Jazz and Prowl looked at each other, then back at the door. Prowl shot Jazz a quizzical look. "What the heck?"
Jazz smirked. "I think somebot is tryin' to pick our lock, Prowler."
Prowl rose an optic ridge fractionally. "Really?"
Jazz nodded. "Yup. Wish 'em luck, though. I coded that door myself." he said, resuming his work on his armor.
"Well, I'm almost hoping he gets past it." Prowl murmured.
Jazz looked up in surprise. "Why? I coded that thing myself, an' the only ones who have the code are you, myself, and the Twins."
"Let's just say that I've added my own little surprise in there."
Jazz smiled at the devious look on Prowl's face. "Should I even bother ta ask?"
"Nope. Because whoever it is trying to pick our lock can hear us."
A few moments later, both Jazz and Prowl heard a disticnt electrical discharge, followed by creative cursing. They went to the door and opened it. What they saw made them both burst out laughing.
Because sitting across the hall, armor scorched and smoking, was Sentinel Prime, trying to get his wits back about him.
Jazz glanced over at Prowl, who had managed to calm himself down. "Nice trick."
"Coming from you, Jazzy, that is certainly high praise."
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A/N- Can anyone really tell I don't like Sentinel? Ah, well, he'll live. If only just so I can torment him more. Well, the sad part about this little ficlet is that I wrote this in church. Says something about my attention span, huh? Anyways, read, review, and let me know what you think!