...I have nothing to say.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything (except the cactus)
Rating: K
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Lord Starscream's pet cactus
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"Uh, Steve? What is that?" Greg asked pointing at the… thing in his fellow Eradicon's servos.
"It's Lord Starscream's pet cactus, I was assigned its well keeping."
There was an awkward silence between the two.
"…Cactus?"
"Yes."
"Lord Starscream's, you say?"
"Yes."
Greg looked puzzled.
"Does it do fetch?" he asked after a while.
It was Steve's turn to ponder. He scratched his helm and eyed the plant in his hand.
"I…I don't know. I guess it does."
"Well," the cheerier of the two said, "let's find out!"
The wind howled at the top of the Nemesis. The storm had passed as the two 'cons stood on the landing area, Greg holding a piece of scrap pipe he had picked up from… somewhere.
"Okay boy, fetch!" He shouted and threw the pipe. It hit the floor with a clang.
The plant remained still.
Steve looked down at Lord Starscream's prized pet.
"Maybe it's a she?"
Greg turned to look at his comrade before shrugging and jogging to the metal part. Picking it up and waving it, he whistled: "Here girl, c'mon, here girl!"
Nothing.
"Maybe…" Steve began, gently poking the green thing, "it needs a…boost?"
"You may have a point there, Stevey. Okay, let's try!" Greg said and picked up the plant. "Go on, throw the pipe."
"Here goes!" Steve shouted against the sudden wind and threw the metal piece high into the air.
The two watched it spin and start to fall back.
"Now! Your turn, cactus!" Greg exclaimed and tossed it to meet the pipe.
Both mechs, happy of the assuring clang made by the two items hitting, watched as the inanimate objects began to drop, and drop, and drop, and drop, and… miss the ship.
Joyous shouts were replaced with horror-filled cries, as the two ran to the edge of the ship and looked down at the certainly doomed items free-falling towards the ground, disappearing below the clouds, never to be seen again.
"Oh no! What are we going to tell Lord Starscream?" Steve panicked, running in circles, flailing his servos.
"Don't worry! I got it covered!" Greg assured, giving him the thumbs up.
"Lord Starscream."
The commander (LORD!) of the Decepticons lifted his optics from the gardening magazine he had been reading and sneered at the two.
"Yes, what is it? I'm quite busy scheming the total destruction of the Autobots and their puny little resistance!"
"Sir, it's… It's about your pet cactus."
"Yes?" Starscream inquired, folding the magazine and standing up. "Where is it?"
Steve glanced quickly at the other Eradicon standing beside him.
Greg cleared his voice box.
"It… it ran away, sir."
No cactus was harmed while writing this fic.
Special thank you for TheShatterpoint for...well... she knows.
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