Speedwriting Prompt Fills

by Exactlywhat

Well... I found the TF Speedwriting Community on LJ, and sorta kinda maybe started writing some. Figured most of these are pretty much one-shots, and it'd kinda be a waste of space to post them all as separate stories. So, here they are. *Note: this will always be marked as complete (even though it isn't), because every fill is its own story, and this isn't one continuous story.

65. Insanity

A/N: The fill for Prompt 5 is chapter 5 of my story "Spark Deep," which can be found here: www. fanfiction s/9149061/1/ Spark-Deep

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Title: Insanity

Rating: K+

Continuity: G1

Characters: Smokescreen, Sideswipe, Prowl, Jazz

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Prompt: #6. "I'm not insane. Nine of the ten voices in my head tell me so. The last one is humming."

Smokescreen was in the Rec Room, hunched over a cube of high-grade, optics unfocused, expression blank.

Sideswipe sidled up next to him and plopped down in an empty seat. "S'up, Smokey?" he said cheerfully, pulling out a cube of high-grade for himself.

"I just did Prowl's psychiatric evaluation."

"Um... okay? Isn't he like, the most stable one of the bunch?"

Smokescreen cast a baleful glance at the red Twin. "No. The only one more unstable is Jazz."

Sideswipe blinked, chuckling a little bit. "Well. That's reassuring. Two-thirds of our command structure are insane."

"Oh, I'm not insane," a light tenor said from behind them, and both mechs whirled to see the black and white Praxian, tactician, and Autobot Second in Command, doorwings spread wide. "Nine of the ten voices in my head tell me so. The last one is humming."

"Heh," a familiar, lilting voice chuckled, and a black helm popped up over Prowl's shoulder. "That's me, darling."

"Oh. Would you please stop, then, Jazz? You're drowning out the tenth voice."

"Hmm... Ah dunno, Prowler, Ah don' really like yer tenth voice. It's kinda rude."

"All the same..."

"Fine."

"Mm. Thank you, Jazz. Ah, yes. Now I can hear him." Prowl turned back to the the psychologist and the trickster. "Never mind. The tenth one agrees as well. I'm not insane. It's unanimous."

Sideswipe was edging slowly to the side. Smokescreen was staring, optic twitching.

"Uh... right," the red Twin said, continuing to slide sideways. "Well, Sunny's calling, I've gotta go! Bye!"

And he ran off.

Jazz collapsed, snickering. Smokescreen finally broke, loud belly-laughs echoing through the room. Prowl's doorwings twitched, and a smile curved over his lips.

"That," Jazz gasped, using his bondmate as a ladder to pull himself back up, "was a wond'rful idea, Prowler."

"Thank you, Jazz."

The three mechs exchanged smirks.

"So..." Smokescreen started, glancing toward the door Sideswipe had disappeared through. "How long do you think it'll take him to realize it was just a prank?"

"Oh, I don't know. I think I could keep up the act for some time, should the situation call for it..."

"Oh, Prowler... Yer lookin' really hot right now. Ah love 't when ya get sneaky."

Prowl just smiled indulgently and turned to lead his bondmate out of the Rec Room. Before they left, however, he stopped and turned back to Smokescreen.

"Though, I'm afraid that I might have to brig you for a time, Cousin. You did reveal confidential medical files."

"Right. Like anyone else will believe them."

Prowl just smirked, a hint of mischief coloring his golden optics.