Title: Sticky Situation
Rating: PG
Continuity: G1
Characters: Bumblebee, Prowl, Jazz, the Twins (offscreen)
Disclaimer: Stiiiiilll dooooonnn'tt oooooowwwwnnnnn...
Prompt: : Characters stuck somewhere – maybe trapped in a sticky substance or wedged into a narrow space. (Or whatever!)
Feb. 9, 2013
Bumblebee would never live it down. Ever. He just knew it. The mechs already playfully called him "Bug," and to be honest, he really didn't mind. His name was Bumblebee, and his alt mode was a Volkswagen Beetle, but...
This was just too much.
He tried once again to pull his arms away from the wall, but the sticky substance it was coated with held them tight.
Bumblebee, the Bug, stuck in the Autobot version of flypaper.
Ugh. He would never live it down. Ever. Not in his entire life.
But it'd be better to get out of here as soon as possible, so he didn't have to stay there, hanging against the wall, for all the Arc to see. He thought for a moment, then opened his comm.
::Prowl? Bumblebee here.::
::Yes, Bumblebee? How may I be of service?::
::I've kinda... run into some trouble. Of the Twin variety. I need some help...::
::And you know I can keep my vocalizer muted. Very well. Where are you?::
::D-Deck, hallway C-45.::
::Very well. I will be there in a moment.::
Sure enough, a moment later, Prowl rounded the corner. He froze for a moment, blinking rapidly as though afraid his optics were malfunctioning. "Bumblebee?"
"Hi, Prowl," the minibot said weakly, twitching his fingers in a wave. "Think you can get me down?"
The tactician vented heavily and stepped forward, examining the sticky substance. "Perhaps. This looks like mission-grade adhesive. Jazz should have the dissolution agent. Is it okay with you if I call him?"
The minibot's optics dimmed for a moment, but he gave his affirmative. Jazz was his superior and boss. It would be horribly embarrassing to have to admit the Twins had caught him off guard, but Jazz was another mech he could trust to keep his vocalizer muted.
A moment later, the black and white saboteur rounded the corner. He, like Prowl, paused and blinked, though he did recover quickly.
"Heh. When Prowler said ya'd gotten yerself inta a sticky situation, Ah didn' think he meant literally."
Bumblebee gave a weak smile at that. "Yeah... The Twins caught me when I was talking to Cliffjumper. Um. Do you think you can get me down, Jazz?"
The saboteur took a moment to examine the sticky coating, then nodded. "Sure thing. Ah'll have ya down in a klik," he said, pulling an unmarked canister out of his subspace. Prowl looked at him warily for a moment.
"You carry the dissolution agent on you all the time?"
Jazz and Bumblebee exchanged a glance, and they both giggled a little. Jazz answered his bondmate quickly, though. "Yeah. Firs' rule o' SpecOps, Prowler. Ya've always gotta be prepared. 'Specially fer those... sticky situations."
The two Special Operations agents fell into giggles again, and Prowl smiled a little bit.
They soon had Bumblebee off the wall, none the wiser. Except for the Twins, of course, who earned a week of double duty shifts and a stern reprimanding involving the haphazards of leaving fellow Autobots in sticky situations.