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(Sam's POV)
"And why exactly have you enlisted my help?" I asked, grunting a little as I shifted the heavy bag full of tools I was carrying. "Isn't this a one-man, err...Autobot job?"
Ratchet smirked as he held two syringes, one in each hand. "Perhaps, but I will still need your smaller hands to do this."
"Aren't they slee-charging?"
"What is sleecharging, Sam?" Ratchet cocked his head to the side before turning and walking to the door that led to the room of the twins.
"Never mind. A...slip of the tongue." It was just easier not to bother trying to explain what I'd meant. I sighed a little and fell silent as Ratchet got to work on the new security system the twins had installed, thanks to the help of a little hacking code Prowl had given us. Well, here goes... The door slid open and I ducked around the corner, staying behind Ratchet as the medibot took the lead.
The smirk on his face was almost frightening as he wielded some sort of syringe, two of them in fact, and crept steadily closer to the twin recharge berths, each one holding an immobile figure. Without a sound, which is unsurprisingly difficult when your ten plus feet tall, made out of solid metal, and weight quite a bit, Ratchet injected something into the systems of the twins before placing the needles in some metallic pocket of his, and lowering a hand to me.
Why me? I thought dreadfully, as I climbed up into his hands, and rubbed at an undoubtedly bruising spot on my back. Oh, right. Mikaela's at the shop with her dad.
"Humans are remarkably fragile." Ratchet was frowning as he placed me down on the silver and black stomach of our first target. "I'll carry the bag for you, after this, and I want you to come back with me to the med lab for scans."
I winced a little and nodded, absently, as I pulled the bag off my shoulder, put it on Sideswipe's stomach, opened it, and looked up at Ratchet.
He nodded, his evil smirk back in place as he leaned down by the silver mech's feet. He began to instruct me on what tools I'd need, and what he needed me to do. Before long, I felt my eyes widen when what we were doing really hit me.
Especially when Ratchet disappeared for a few moments, only to come back with two sets of tires that looked almost identical to the ones we were seemingly trying to remove.
(The Next Morning, Normal POV)
Arcee was rolling down the halls with Chromia and Mikaela when she heard a yell. Squealing to a stop, she yelped when her tire slid a little on the floor. As she looked down, she raised an optic at the unusually shiny floor below her.
"Wax." Chromia held on to the wall, her own optic ridge raised. She saw Mikaela slipping a little with each step. "The floor's been waxed." Reaching down, she helped Mikaela up onto her shoulder, so the human didn't risk getting squished by slip-n-sliding Autobots.
It was just in time, too.
Another yell sounded, along with a rather painful sounding crash. Both femmes looked up in time to see the door to the twins' room open, and Sunny pull a rather impressive nose dive out the door.
"My paint!"
"Look out, look out!"
Sideswipe's wheels were locked up, if the quiet squealing was any indication, but he flailed his arms as he slid across the floor, just barely managing to jump over his fallen brother's body. Then he looked up, and cried out as he crashed face first into the opposite wall.
"Ow."
"Who the frag messed with our wheels?!" Sunstreaker struggled to get up, and barely managed to get to his feet when one slid out in front of him and the other behind. His optics widened, and a surprisingly high sound emitted from his mouth when he ended up doing the splits.
It was a rather painful display, and Sideswipe, who hadn't moved from the floor, winced sympathetically as his brother went back down again. "Ouch."
"Uhm, guys?" Mikaela bit her lip, her face flushed and her shoulders shaking. "It's the floor, not your tires."
Arcee took a step forward, tested her weight, and then rolled forward swiftly. Locking up her wheels, she cackled as she slid across the floor, keeping her arms in just such a way as to keep her balance with ease.
Growling a little, Sunstreaker got to his hands and knees. "No, it's our tires." He pointed to the one leg sticking out front, that he had landed on, while rubbing at his hip with a pained expression. His other leg was still out behind him.
Chromia leaned forward and down, and she and Mikaela both took a closer look.
"Oh." Mikaela blinked. Sam seemed pretty tired this morning, no pun intended. He mentioned something about messing with the twins...payback with Ratchet? "Bald tires." Bald tires on a waxed floor, oh boy. She nodded a little, trying to keep the knowing expression off her face.
Chromia snickered and stood back up. "Well, you two are blocking the hall, so you're going to have to get up and move." She leaned against the wall, adjusting her tire so she wouldn't slip.
Another growl reached the audio receptors of the femmes, as the mechs struggled to get up. Sideswipe was the first to make it to his feet, locking up his wheels so tight, you could see the expression of concentration on his face as he flailed his arms to keep his balance.
Unfortunately, Sunstreaker was having more difficulty, and slid once again. This time, however, on his way down, he grabbed onto Sides' arm and dragged his brother with him.
"Hey!"
Sides windmilled his arms to no effect, and tripped over Sunstreaker to fall on top of him.
"Ouch! Hey, watch the paint! Get your fat aft off me!" Sunny pushed at Sideswipe.
Rolling off him, both brothers exchanged a look, and promptly let out low growls.
"Hey Mikaela."
Sam's voice startled the girl up on Chromia's shoulder, and she looked behind her to see Sam sitting on Bumblebee's own shoulder, looking warily amused. With a nod, she waited until Bumblebee held out his hand, before quickly crossing and joining her boyfriend, giving him a hug and a kiss. "You did this, didn't you?" She asked quietly, listening to the twins bickering from the floor of the hall.
He smirked a little. "Tell me something, how do you like your eggs?"
'Unfertilized' was the first thing to come to her mind, and she blushed as she looked away. Her eyes locked on the twins, and she giggled. "Sunny sides up."
The said twins heard her words, and even as the femmes started snickering, their optics dimmed, showing they were looking up her reference on the worldwide web.
"Oh, har. Har." Sunstreaker flipped them off, a human gesture he found he really liked.
Sideswipe rolled his optics, but actually chuckled a little. Waving a hand at them, he got to his hands and knees, and promptly began crawling down the hall.
"Hey, Sides? Why don't you just transform?"
He paused a moment.
Mikaela felt her eyes widen when she turned to Arcee. But with bald tires on a waxed floor... She saw the evil glint in the femme's optics, and kept her mouth shut, covering it with her hand as the urge to laugh nearly overwhelmed her. Oh dear.
Managing to stand up straight, with a little effort, Sunstreaker shot the femme a look before transforming. Sideswipe didn't even look back as he followed suit. Then the two stylish Corvettes tried to speed down the hall.
"Moronic afts!" Arcee laughed.
Everyone busted up laughing, while wincing, when Sideswipe tried to hit the breaks at a corner. Because he was ahead of Sunstreaker, however, when they failed to help against the circumstances, he smashed into the wall face first. Luckily, it was a concrete wall, and being made of super hard metals saved his face. His paint job on the other hand...
Sunstreaker screeched as he tried to slam on his own breaks, and even twisted sharply to the side, trying to avoid tail ending his brother. Unfortunately, similar thing happened. Breaks were no good on the floor, and he ended up slamming sideways into Sideswipe's rear fender, scraping along and spinning until he was once again facing their audience.
There was silence for a long moment, except for the smothered laughter of one human, and hiccuped giggles from two femmes.
Then Sunstreaker began cursing up a storm. His headlights flashed red, and back, and his engine revved angrily. "My fragging paint job!!" He howled so high pitched, he could put howler monkeys to shame. "Noooooooooooo!"
Turning, Bumblebee almost made a mad dash down the hall, laughing as he carefully cupped his humans and ran for his spark.
One thing was for sure, though.
Ratchet had one hell of a payback coming his way!
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