A/N: Lol... CST's are commin' up tomorrow, and I need a major stress reliever. Voaila! ...sorry i spelled that wrong.
Prowl: You should have used spell check...
Lambogirl: whatever...I wish I owned Transformers. If I did, Sideswipe would still have a twin and they would still be Lamborghinis'. Enjoy!
Ch 2: Ratchet
April 1st, 0700
Ratchet poked his head inside of Prowl's quarters when he heard the yell. "RATCHET!"
"WHAT THE FRAG DO YA WANT, YOU PIT-SLAGGIN –"
And then he realized Prowl was covered in a metal cocoon. But not regular metal. No, the SIC was covered in his wrenches, and all of the datapads that were in his room at the time (which probably was a lot). Ratchet felt his optic twitch at the answer to his everyday question: how much work will he have today?
The medic sighed and dragged the metal oval thing back to the med-bay, trying to pry off as many datapads as he can. He only got one off, the one that covered Prowl's offline face.
April Fools, Prowl!
Form-Sideswipe
P.S. Get ready…
The CMO growled a little bit, and placed the datapad down for evidence later. Now, to pry all of this magnetic stuff off…
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April 1st, 0900
It was taking forever to rip those fragging metal scraps off of him. Good, this was just what Sideswipe wanted. While Ratchet was working on Prowl, he would set up the next prank…
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Ratchet put down the chainsaw and started using his own hands to pry off another datapad. Then the alarms went off, signaling a Decepticon attack.
"All available Autobots please report to Teleetran-1. Ratchet, prep the medbay."
The red and white medic growled and stopped working on Prowl. He needed to get the medbay ready for the injured.
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April 1st, 1200
As he cleared a couple of berths off and started arranging tools, he thought about the message. Usually, he would be joining Optimus to the battle to take care of the wounded and the fatally wounded. So, why was he, all of a sudden, being asked to stay here? He stood up to grab an energon cube from the rec room, before everyone else got here.
He walked all the way down the long hall…and found the rec room filled with off-duty bots. Literally, everyone was there. Ironhide and Trailbreaker were having an arm wrestling match in the middle of the room, surrounded by the majority of the Autobots. Sunstreaker was sitting with Bluestreak on the couch in front of the TV, Hound and Beachcomber were deep in discussion about some random forest while Mirage looked at both other bots with confused expressions, and Jazz and Blaster were playing some random pop/hip hop music from their series of amplifiers. Their own leader, Optimus Prime, was betting against Smokescreen that Ironhide would win the match.
"WHAT THE FRAGGING HELL ARE YOU ALL STILL DOING HERE?" the outraged medic screamed, making all sensible bots jump and all others turn. "YOU ALL WERE ON A MISSION!"
Prime slowly walked towards the medic. "What…mission? There were no alarms, and the Decepticons just threw a raid two days ago. It's doubtful that another would be launched so soon…"
He ducked as a wrench nearly collided with his helm, hitting Ironhide instead. "Wha's gotten into ya, doc?" the weapons specialist yelled, avoiding another wrench as Prime stayed glued to the ground.
"THE ALARM WENT OFF! IT WENT OFF IN MY MEDBAY, AND YOU, ", and Ratchet pointed to the grounded prime, "ORDERED ALL AUTOBOTS TO A MEETING, AND TOLD ME TO SET UP MEDBAY!"
"Is that why you haven't come out of your la-I MEAN MEDBAY for the past three hours?" Bumblebee asked.
The CMO just stared at the minibots and said, none too nicely, "DUH."
Optimus finally gained the courage to stand upright. "Ratchet…the alarms never went off…"
Ratchet thought for a moment, growled, then stalked up to a scared-looking Sunstreaker.
"Where's your pit-spawned brother?" the white and red asked, optics almost glowing red from anger.
"I-I-," the front-liner gulped (can they do that?) "I haven't seen him all day."
The ambulance smiled; it looked demonic. "Oh, really?"
"Y-Yes…?"
CLANG
Apparently that was the wrong answer, because Ratchet slapped Sunstreaker upside the helm and started screaming so loud and fast, what he was saying was incomprehensible. All anyone knew was that he was dragging Sunstreaker, kicking and screaming, to medbay. And everyone was following.
Right when they got there, Sunstreaker started whining about how he didn't know where his idiot was, how Ratchet messed up his paint, and how his head hurt now. Of course, Ratchet ignored his comments and started grounding him for information.
"How the hell am I supposed to know where the frag he is?"
"USE YOUR SPARK BOND, FOR PRIMUS SAKE!"
"…oh, yeah."
And then, one of the datapads pulled off Prowl started lighting up, and some of the words changed. Ratchet picked it up, and tilted it so everyone could see.
April Fools, Hatchet!
From-Sideswipe
P.S. Sunny ain't gonna help you much. :P
"'Sunny ain't gonna help you much'…what the frag does that mean?" Ironhide yelled, and soon, arguments started from all over about what the message meant. But only one mech fully understood what the last sentence meant.
"I'm gonna go recharge…I had all night patrol last night." Sunstreaker jumped off the berth, and started calmly walking towards the door. Of course, in all the chaos, no one noticed him leave.
When he got to his quarters completely unscathed (except for some scrapes and a dent in his helm from the slap), he passed out on the berth, from exhaustion or other, but he knew one thing. Sideswipe was going to die by their lovely medic.
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Somewhere no one knows…
The red hellion snickered as he watched the chaos of the ARK from the video cameras he set up all around. Good thing Sunstreaker was down for the count, because he would have been caught if he wasn't.
Sideswipe took out a datapad, and put a check mark next to the second line. This was his list of people he needed to prank by the day's end.
1. Prowl
2. Ratchet
3. Optimus Prime
4. Prowl (again)
5. Ironhide
6. Ratchet (again)
7. Cliffjumper
8. Red Alert
Oh boy, this would be fun. Perfect blackmail opportunity. He needed to remember to thank Spike later for telling him about this day.
A/N: Took me long enought to get this posted...my friend pulled something like this on me, and it seemed funny at the time. Ya gotta love datapads.
Prowl: I DO!
Lambogirl:...well, you get prank-by-datapad, so I'm amazed you still like them...oh well, reviews please! And ideas are welcome on our next victim, Optimus Prime!
OP: WHAT?