Disclaimer : I don't own it.

Note : Requested by Lunatic Pandora1.

Also, I don't really know what colors Prowl is, but since Barricade is black and white, I've decided I'm going to stick with blue and white for the law enforcement bot. The good one, that is. -.-'


(Normal POV)

Arcee looked around Wheeljack's lab. "This is where you work?" She tilted her head a little, looking vaguely surprised. Huh, I expected it to be...messier.

He nodded absently as he leaned over a container holding a glowing bright orange liquid.

"Any reason it's orange this time?"

He snorted a little and shot her a look. "Remember the twins? At least this time it can't be confused as energon." He scoffed a little and returned to his work. "Although where they got the idea I'd be hiding energon from my allies is beyond me." Shaking his head, he took a tiny sample and began fiddling around with it. "What was it you needed, anyways?"

Arcee took a long look at the orange substance, and then compared it to what the green must have looked like. Ok, so I can see their confusion. She admitted quietly, stifling a snicker as she remembered how the twins had been nicknamed the 'glowbots' for the few hours it took for the chemical compound to wear off. Luckily, Wheeljack had been right about it being harmless.

"Well, I just... I wanted to pull a prank and I wanted your help."

Wheeljack tensed immediately, having heard that statement a few too many times not to feel immediately worried. "Um..."

"Oh! It's easy. I just need... Well..." She activated her internal communications and quickly sent him an image file with what she was going for. "I need a temporary remodel. It's....kind of an earth dare."

Frowning slightly, he opened the file. His optics then drifted down to the orange concoction in front of him, before over to her. "And you need..." He trailed off, gesturing towards the container with a somewhat dry look. "Why is it I ever get to finish my experiments?"

"Maybe you need a lab off base?"

"Then the lot of you would chase me out there." He shot back, raising an optic ridge. "And there'd be no witnesses to watch me being 'persuaded' if I argue." He shuddered a little, remembering the last time he'd refused to help and the threats of welding during recharge that he received.

With a slight laugh, Arcee tapped her finger against her chin as she quickly processed something. "Alright. If you can help me, I'll get you more of this stuff, and I'll make sure no one else bothers you while you finish your experiments."

He thought about it a long moment.

"And you know I could probably talk Chromia and Flare-up into helping me." Arcee singsonged a little, winking.

Not that he was interested in them that way, but the promise of three femmes chasing off anyone who'd bother him. "Alright, but my name stays out of it. I've seen some of those revenge pranks." He shuddered a little.

With a final nod, Arcee sat back and began planning.

(Later)

"You think she did it?" Mikeala was walking through the hall in her leather riding outfit, which she knew Sam loved. Unfortunately, from the number of blatant stares and whistles, it appeared he wasn't the only one. She glowered at one soldier, warning him with her eyes, before pointedly taking Sam's arm and leaning into him more. "I mean, she liked her form the way it was."

"True, but you did dare her, and you know her standing on dares." Sam tightened his hold on Mikeala, forcibly ignoring the stares of the other soldiers. "I'm curious." He finally admitted. "I'd like to see her pull it off."

"Can you imagine what people would think, seeing the Ghost Rider actually driving down the street?"

"I wonder if I can get her to tape the reactions."

"She'd do it anyways." Mikeala was smirking a little as she shifted her helmet.

True. With a matching smirk, Sam led Mikeala into the room, and they paused. "Is that...?"

"Arcee?"

The two humans watched as the femme stood before them, holding an empty container. Her normally pink armor was now silver and a lot more...well... It sort of reminded Sam of chainmail. There was a large skull on her chest armer, and her protoform under her amor glowed bright orange.

Then, she put the container down and transformed.

"Holy....sweet mother of...." Sam's jaw dropped.

All around the room, soldiers stopped what they were doing as instead of the usual pink Ducati, Arcee transformed into a heavily armored, silver and black bike with a skull on the front, and the handlebars ending in dragon heads. The front and back wheels appeared to be on fire, but Mikeala walked over and held her hand over the flames.

"'Keala!" Sam had dashed forward but paused when he saw her smiling at him. "Let me guess, hologram?"

"Oh man, this is so awesome!" With a quick kiss, Mikeala pulled her helmet on and quickly stradled the bike.

And Sam's jaw almost literally hit the ground as Mikeala's helmet lit up as well. His eyes were wide as the engine revved, and he watched with mixed worry and envy as they took off out of the hangar.

(Out on the Highway)

Mikeala giggled quietly a she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her jacket had taken on a more ragged look, and chains wrapped around her waist and wrists. Her helmet took on the look of a skull on fire, and considering the darker sky of the sunset... She smirked evilly, before revving the engine and taking off. Now this is a ride!

Tapping on Arcee's handle, she watched, amused, as Arcee hid the 'disguise', turning into a silver and black bike. She sped off down the road carelessly, knowing an Autobot wouldn't just get into an accident easily, and knowing that eventually, they'd pass a...

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, an alarm started up.

Smirking behind her helmet, Mikeala watched the flashing lights of the cruiser as it pulled out of a side street and began following them. Slowly pulling over, she waited until the cop got out and walked over -thanking all that was holy that it was a regular cop- before tapping Arcee's handle again and watching the show unfold.

The cop froze solid as parts of the bike began to shift silently and underneath began to glow orange. His eyes widened and he felt the notepad slip from nerveless fingers as the wheels then seemed to ignite on fire, the flames spreading around the rims before blazing high. Finally, he watched as the helmet of the 'rider' began to lighten and shift as well, until he was staring at a bald skull, also blazing with flames.

"Uh...."

Turning her head, Mikeala locked her eyes on the form of the cop, through her visor, and she kicked the kickstand down, brushing her hand lightly against the dragon's head handles as she got up and walked over. She might have been shorter than the cop, but that didn't diminish her terrifying aura, as the cop began to scream and fell over backwards, scrabbling back towards his car.

Snickering silently, Mikeala tilted her head a little and took another step forward, listening to the high pitched screams of the cop as he finally got back to his feet and took off. She watched with silent laughter as he ran back to his car and got in. Then she nearly doubled over as Arcee turned herself around and came up beside Mikeala, causing his jaw to drop and eyes to widen even more.

Shaking her head, she climbed onto the bike, and patted it lightly, before taking off.

As she watched the car squeal off in the rearview mirror, she doubled over laughing, and Arcee swerved sharply as she joined her human rider.

(The Next Day)

Prowl frowned as he walked into the room. "All thre Arcee components, front and center." He spoke quietly, but his voice was full of authority, and all three femmes straightened and stood single file in front of him. Looking at a data pad in his hand, he glanced up and raised an optic ridge "Would anybot care to tell me why an officer Greyson quit the graveyard shift of route 22 last night, around ten pm?"

Arcee's optics widened as she heard a rather suspicious choke behind her, and she clamped her lip plates together, trying not to laugh.

Frowning deeper, Prowl's optics turned right towards the pink component. "And would you also mind explaining why your protoform is glowing?"

Looking down, she felt he optics widen even more. "Uh..." 'Wheeljack? Mind telling me why I'm still glowing?'

'Well, you never really told me how long you needed the glow to last, so I mixed in a couple extra glow sticks, and a special, harmless chemical to make the glow last longer. It should wear off in another hour or two.'

'Oh. Good. It'll wear off while I'm in the brig then.' She shot back sarcastically, taking a single step back as Prowl glared at her. "Well, um... Gotta go!" Turning, she transformed in a quick move and drove out of the hangar as fast as she could, a blue and white police cruiser hot on her tail pipe and choked laughter following their exit.


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Tenshi