Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers
Captive
Author's Note: I have no idea where this one came from other than a suggestion for Thundercracker and Bluestreak to be in a pairing.
Thundercracker supposed it could be worse.
He could have broken struts, cracked optics, twisted joints, hung upside down by his peds, beat regularly and even thrown to the special ops for interrogation, but he wasn't.
The cell was well lit if the complete lack of shadows was anything to go by, not to mention clean. Thundercracker had seen the standard Decepticon brig many times throughout his life and it was usually full of shadows, pieces of the last prisoner and marked with energon.
To top it off, dealing with Smokescreen was nothing compared to Vortex. Smokescreen knew how to do his job, but it was a comforting thought that Thundercracker wasn't being interrogated by a masochistic psychopath.
If it weren't for the occasional trigger-happy Autobot keeping an optic on him, he'd consider his brig time to be a vacation.
Thundercracker didn't have to get involved with Skywarp's pranks or listen to Starscream rant about how the scientist would be a better leader than Megatron.
Other than the time he spent being interrogated, Thundercracker spent his time refueling, recharging and thinking. He thought about a lot of things; from topics such as who he thought would guard him next to the meaning of life.
As Thundercracker stared at the ceiling, wondering if anyone would come to rescue him when he vaguely registered the signs of a shift change.
Bluestreak entered the brig for his shift. Brig duty was usually as exciting as watching paint dry. At least with monitor duty, there was something happening, even if it was just watching 'bots move about.