Chapter 12: Have a Nice Fall

*pokes head through door, throws chapter at peeps before riding to safety on Nyan Cat* YOU'LL NEVER GET ME!

*gets whacked on the head with a book*

*screams and flails* Swift! You know I'm knowledge-intolerant!

Swiftstreak: *hi-fives Nightstar* Score!

*sniffles* Meanie. :'(

Swift and Star: :P *turns to you* Nova does not, will not, and will never own Transformers.

Icewhip: Yeah, but she does own us.

Swift and Star: *look at each other* Le gasp! *run away screaming*

So sorry for the long break to get this chap! This chap was really terrible to write and I went chasing plotbunnies that were soon decimated into fine shreds… There's that, and my addiction to Nightcore. Dammit. ANYWAY, my finals are completed but I'll still have to go back to school; but basically we're doing nothing much there. Expect closer updates… I think?

"Comm link"

"Speech"

'Thought'

"Bond"

-A few cycles later-

"Ironhide's gonna offline us after this…" Swiftstreak stifled a giggle as she prepared to stack up the cups.

"No shit girl. But it'll be worth it after what he accused you of doing." Shadow said drily as she carefully attempted to place Ironhide's helm on the table, face plates down.

Presently, Ironhide was recharging at the table placed in one of the more abandoned training rooms. One would think that being the Head of Security would cause him to be highly-strung and a light recharger, but the loud snores that the red mech was making told the pranksters otherwise.

The twins tried to be as silent as possible while they set up their prank. Of course, Chromia had been in on their plans the whole time. At first, the twins thought that Chromia would come after them with her guns blazing for planning to prank her sparkmate; but they were pleasantly surprised. Not only did she encourage them, but the blue femme also recommended a few things that would ensure maximum irritation for the trigger-happy Weapons Specialist.

"You got the camera rolling?"

Shadow snorted at her twin's question before sarcastically answering the yellow femme, brought out of her momentary trip down memory lane. "No, I forgot to put in the batteries."

"Le gasp! No…" Swiftstreak clutched her spark chamber in mock agony, shooting Shadow a puppy dog pout. The black femme merely rolled her optics before helping her sister with the items. A few kliks later, they were done and Ironhide had not stirred one bit. Stepping back, the sisters silently appraised their work of art. Doing one final check on the cameras, Shadow turned to her sister.

"Perfect. Swiftstreak, if you could hand me the air horn…"

"Hatchet's gonna slag us for sure! How long should we lay low after this, Sunny?" Sideswipe chuckled as he quickly tied the lower half of the sleeping medic's frame to his chair. Currently, the red and white bot was recharging with his helm on the desk, a servo casually holding a datapad.

"Like we care. And don't call me Sunny." Sunstreaker snorted as he magnetized Ratchet's wrenches and stuck them to the medic's helm. Now, the grumpy mech looked absolutely ridiculous, with frilly pink wrenches stuck to his helm. Sideswipe stifled a laugh before he reached to get the final item…

An air horn sounded in the distance, followed by some panicked yelps and crashes.

"TWINS! I AM GOING TO SLAG YOU FOR THIS!"

Ironhide's furious yell caused the Lambo twins to fall to the ground in shock, while Ratchet jolted awake in shock and flailed his arms every which way.

Momentarily forgetting about the medic that was busy trying to free himself from his bonds, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked at each other, identical looks of confusion on their faceplates. They weren't planning on pranking Ironhide for the next few cycles, so why would the mech want anything to do with them? They were still puzzling over who could have possibly done that when two gigantic feathered wrenches flew past the two mechs, barely missing their helms.

"SUNSTREAKER! SIDESWIPE! I AM GOING TO WELD YOUR AFTS TO THE MED BAY CEILING!"

Deciding that it would be better to take action than to remain there like sitting ducks, the twins bolted out of the Med Bay with Ratchet's yells echoing in their audios.

Nightstar was walking along the corridor, planning to go to the main lounge and grab some Energon before proceeding to her next shift at the Med Bay. Suddenly, two streaks- one black, one yellow- shot past her and into the room just ahead of her. Arching an optic ridge, she followed the two mischief makers.

"OHAI GURLS! HOW YA DOIN'?"

Swiftstreak and Shadow jumped in shock before pulling Nightstar into the room with them. "Nightstar!" The yellow femme tried to shush the medic as Ironhide's shouts drew nearer, along with the sounds of cannon shots.

"What?" Nightstar had an innocent look on her face, pretending not to understand the situation.

"You know what!" Shadow hissed in a rare show of temper. "You see…" The prankster wanted to tell Nightstar what had happened in the shortest time possible, but was cut short when pede steps sounded outside the door.

"Slagging twins, if I get my hands on them… Wait. Since when did Sideswipe have a black paint job? The scuff on my wall was too low to be a scratch from his helm… And Sunstreaker should have woken me up when his paint got scratched…" They could almost hear the cogs turning in Ironhide's processor as he puzzled out the possible culprits. Everything seeming to click, the red mech roared in anger. "SHADOWHUNTER! SWIFTSTREAK!" Nightstar had to cover Swift's mouth with her servo, managing to muffle most of the yellow femme's squeak of fear. The pede steps paused for a moment, and Shadow shot a withering glare to her twin who just shrugged sheepishly. The three femmes waited with bated breath, not daring to move for fear of making any sound that would alert him to their close proximities.

"Slagging younglings… When I get my servos on them I'll-" The femmes collectively vented in relief as Ironhide's threats grew further and further away.

"That was a close one, Shads. Good thing that old mech couldn't-" Swiftstreak was interrupted by a heavy mass of navy blue.

"TICKLE FIGHT!" Nightstar crowed in excitement, brutally attacking Swift's sides.

"Shadow! Save me!" The yellow femme shrieked with laughter as Nightstar quickly found her most ticklish spots.

"You're on your own." Shadow attempted to beat a hasty retreat, but was roughly grabbed by two pairs of servos. 'Oh no…' Shadow managed to process this thought before she was quickly ambushed.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were boldly walking down the corridor, having decided that it was safe enough to reappear without having to incur the wrath of a certain red-and-white bot. "Slagger…" Sunstreaker growled, inspecting the scuff in his armor. "This is going to take forever to buff out! You just had to squeeze past me when there was enough room in the doorway for both of us to walk through!"

Sideswipe was about to retort with a jibe at Sunstreaker's expense when both of them heard some strange noises.

"No! Stop it!" There was a squeal of laughter that followed the sparkling-like outburst. Sunstreaker paused his verbal tirade for a moment, recognizing the voice pattern to match Shadow's.

'Is that her actual laugh? Primus, I love it…' Sunstreaker did not bother to restrain the huge grin that appeared on his face plates as he subconsciously filed the sound in his memory banks. He had a feeling that it was going to take a long time before he would be able to hear her real laugh again.

"That's what you get!" The twins jolted, Sideswipe more so at hearing Swift's loud proclamation. Looking at each other, the twin hellions drifted towards the direction of the room the sounds were emanating from and pressed their audios to the door. Slight scuffling could be heard before the door slid open and twin femme frames collided with the two mechs' own.

Sunstreaker quickly onlined his optics, having offlined them in order to brace himself for the impact, and found himself staring straight into a pair of storm blue optics. He tried to protest that his paintjob was ruined, but found that he was unable to do so due to the soft lip plates that were pressed to his. The optics shut and the golden Lambo twin felt Shadowhunter press closer to his frame. His spark pulsed wildly in his chassis as he cycled an intake, unable to think of a proper reaction so as not to disturb the femme.

Unconsciously, Sunstreaker encircled his arms around Shadow and pulled her closer. As if finally realizing what she was doing, Shadow's optics onlined and she squeaked, breaking the kiss and wriggling out of his arms.

"S-Sorry about your paint job…" Shadow whispered and blushed, turning away. She was relatively sure how he would react and prayed that her death would be quick.

"BLACKMAIL!"

…But she would have to deal with a certain annoying SIC first.

Shadow and Sunstreaker turned their helms to find Swiftstreak in Sideswipe's arms. The red Lambo had the yellow femme backed up against the wall, a servo at either side of her helm. Swift's chassis was pressed flush against his and her arms were around his neck. "Sis? I might need a little help here." Shadow facepalmed and shook her helm, stepping up to the two of them.

Evil and half-crazed laughter caused Shadow to glare at the femme who quickly shut up when she found herself the center of attention. By this time, Swiftstreak and Sideswipe had already separated and were looking at Nightstar with pleading optics.

Nightstar chuckled uncertainly, placing her servos behind her back. "Oh, look at the time! I have to go now… Bye peeps! YOU'LL NEVAR CATCH ME!" She galloped away, cackling in triumph.

Swift shared a look with Shadow, and at the predatory upward curl of Shadow's lip, both femmes sprang into action. "NIGHTSTAR! GET BACK HERE AND FIGHT LIKE A TRUE PARSLEY!" The yellow femme yelled as she and Shadow chased after the flash of navy blue that rounded the corner.

"What was that all about?" Sideswipe looked over quizzically at his brother, who looked like he had just onlined from recharge.

"Twins?" The twins snapped to attention at the sudden voice of their SIC contacting them via their comm links. "Report to my office immediately."

"What did we do this time?" Sideswipe whined, conveniently forgetting what they had done to Ratchet about a joor ago.

"I would not call restraining Ratchet to his chair and attaching various objects to his helm 'nothing'."

They groaned. Why did the Hatchet have to report to that stiff so quickly? "Fine, we'll be there…" Sunstreaker grumbled, knowing from experience that if he and his twin tried to escape, their SIC would catch up with them and give them a longer time in the brig.

"Very well. Prowl out." The comm link ended.

"C'mon bro, let's head over before Prowl decides to double whatever punishment he's got for us." Sideswipe said, walking towards the direction of Prowl's office.

'Stupid tight-aft…' Sunstreaker thought darkly before following his brother.

Woo-freakin'-HOOO! Yush, done! Sorry, this isn't my best work. I'll try to make it up to y'all…