Title: Family Warning

Rating: T

Continuity: G1ish

Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Bluestreak

Disclaimer: Don't Own

Prompt: 1. Keeping bad company

March 9, 2013

Prowl's engine rumbled lowly as he gazed across the Rec Room. Jazz, just coming up to his table, raised his hands in surrender.

"Whoa, there, lover. What's wrong?"

Prowl said nothing, just glared at his bondmate, then back across the Rec Room. Jazz followed his gaze.

"What? Blue's with th' Twins. So?"

"They are not good influences on him."

Jazz sat down heavily. "Y' gotta let him go 'ventually. Let him learn himself."

"Jazz... they kissed him. They kissed him."

A scowl spread over his faceplates. "Did'ey now."

"They did."

"Hm. Prowler, Ah think Ah'm beginnin' t' think yer right 'bout them bein' bad company. P'raps we can... give 'em a little... warnin'."

"I concur."

. . .oOo.

The Twins were rather confused when Prowl summoned them (they hadn't done anything worth summoning in close to five orns), and even more confused when he told them to report to one of the underground storage bays.

They went. One didn't just ignore the Second in Command, even when what he commanded was completely ludicrous.

"Prowl?" Sideswipe called as he and his brother entered the designated storage bay. The lights flickered as the door closed behind them.

"Come here," a familiar stern voice commanded, and the Twins followed it toward the back of the room.

They rounded one of the huge shelving units to see Prowl, just as the lights flickered out.

There was a sharp pain on the backs of their helms, and they lost all processing functions, falling into the even deeper darkness of unconciousness.

They woke at the same time. ~Sunny?~

~Don't know. I'm fine. Can't move. You?~

~No more'n my fingers.~

~Same. What happened?~

~Not sure. Prowl was there, then... nothing.~

~So, same as me.~

~Yup.~

~Think it's safe to open our optics?~

~Not really.~

"Ah know y're awake," a lilting, normally jovial voice said, tone dark.

Venting, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker onlined their optics and looked around. They were sitting back to back, strapped tightly to their chairs. Prowl was standing, arms crossed, doorwings flared angrily, in front of Sunstreaker. Jazz was standing in a similar position, sans doorwings, in front of Sideswipe.

"Um... Sir?" Sideswipe asked, blinking. One didn't normally call Jazz "sir," but the way he was scowling...

Well, best to be safe.

"It has come to our attention-" Prowl started.

"-That ya've been hangin' wit' our Blue," Jazz finished, resettling his aggressive stance.

"Well, yeah, but-"

"As his creators-"

"You're his creators?"

"Yes. And as his creators, we... Well."

"We've found ya t' be a bit lackin' in th' 'good' d'partment."

Sideswipe shook his helm as Sunstreaker blinked rapidly. "Look, you're missing something here!"

"Oh, Ah don' think so, Siders."

Prowl snorted. "If we are, do enlighten us."

"We didn't seek Blue out!" Sideswipe protested.

"He asked us out. Not the other way around."

Prowl's angrily twitching doorwings stilled in shock, and Jazz's visor sharpened to a bright white. "What."

Sideswipe stilled at the not-question. "We didn't ask him. He asked us."

Prowl scowled. "Even so. As his family, we must issue the customary warning. Break his spark, we'll break yours."

"Understood. Now, uh, mind letting us up?"

With a sigh, Jazz stepped forward to cut their bonds, then turned to his bondmate. "Prowler, it looks like there's someone else we need t' talk to."

"Indeed." The tactician grinned and activated his comm system. ::Bluestreak, please report to Storage Bay B-13...::