Author's Note: This is not the story I was originally going to post here, but that one is stalled at the moment and this idea hit me last night at work after me and the AmyTex went swimming at the local wave pool. Takes place in my divergant universe in the grey area between end of Season 2/Transformers: The Movie. Written for "Daring Combaticons"

Ordinarily, Seaspray would have enjoyed thumping along over the waves -- particularly along this stretch of the Oregon coast. Whale migration season was in full swing; pods were moving north with their newly-born calves and while the view from the roadside was good, the view from the ocean itself was even better.

Unfortunately, the view was being spoiled by Onslaught hovering over the surface of the water.

Seaspray cut his engines, letting himself bob on the waves. He was well within Onslaught's shooting range, but if worse came to worst, he could easily transform and dive. In Seaspray's experience, tractor-trailers -- particularly missile haulers like Onslaught -- weren't the best swimmers.

"Greetings, Autobot," Onslaught said, with a polite head-nod before he looked up at the sky. "Beautiful weather, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," Seaspray said, momentarily taken aback. "You mind telling me why you're out here?"

Onslaught looked back at him. "Hmm? Oh, certainly," he said. "My teammates and I are working on gaining an understanding of the terrain that makes up the majority of this planet. While our alternate modes are not intended for aquatic maneuvers as yours is, I don't see any reason for us to not have a familiarity with them." Onslaught's optics flickered. "I believe the humans call it 'cross-training'."

Seaspray whirled his props. "And the reason you've chosen to be this close to Autobot Headquarters is…"

"Pure perversity on our parts, really. My brothers find these sessions a bit boring so we thought we'd make it interesting and see how close we could get to the edges of Autobot territory before we attracted your collective attention. We had a bet going as to how fast one of you would be out here to see what we're doing," Onslaught said, again surveying the skies. "I have to admit, we were expecting the Aerialbots, not you." Onslaught looked at Seaspray again. "No offense."

"None taken," Seaspray grumbled. He felt no need to mention that the Aerialbots -- or at least Slingshot -- had expressed a similar opinion about sending a 'stupid minibot' after the Combaticons. "Uhm. So, you realize I need to ask you to leave, right?"

"Why?" said Onslaught, sounding surprised. "We're not harming anyone. We're not even within the territorial waters of the United States -- I made certain of that. All we're doing is simply enjoying a pleasant spring day out on the waters. Ah, here they come now. Watch this for me? I would value your input."

Seaspray's visual sensors picked up four fast-moving blips coming out of the sun. Blast Off and Vortex appeared to be leading the pack in their vehicle modes while Brawl and Swindle brought up the rear as robots. The four banked sharply upwards then dived. From where he bobbed on the surface, Seaspray could hear Vortex let out an ecstatic shriek as he transformed from helicopter to robot mode just in time to execute a mid-air summersault before he hit the water. Blast Off didn't bother to transform, diving into the water only to skim briefly under the surface before coming up a few hundred yards later. Swindle's shriek was more panicked than ecstatic as he curled himself into a tight little ball and cannonballed into the ocean, while Brawl simply transformed to his alt mode and tank-flopped, hitting the surface of the water with a THWAP that made Seaspray's hoverpad ache in sympathy.

"Well, you're the expert," Onslaught said. "How did they do?"

"I think Greg Louganis has nothing to be worried about," Seaspray said.