Magical!Bots: Pretty
Title: Pretty
Rating: G
Verse: G1 (Magical!Bots AU)
Warnings: Crack!
Summary: Ratchet is annoyed and Wheeljack is amused; Sideswipe is just milking it.
Note: Timeline is here.
"What in Primus' name did you do to your plating? Did you jump into a vat of glitter? Have you any idea what that kind of thing does to your circuits?"
Tuning out Ratchet's ranting with the ease of long practice, Wheeljack poked at the shimmering maroon stuff attached to Sideswipe's hips. "What's its purpose?" he asked curiously.
"It makes me look pretty," Sideswipe said cheekily. "Don't you think so?"
"You're very pretty," Wheeljack agreed, laughing. Sideswipe, laid out on the table in the Med Bay with a completely busted leg, visibly preened.
"It's an Upgrade to augment combat abilities," Prowl explained, standing stoically in his own grey skirt and red bow. "The existence of which is highly classified, you understand."
"Do you mean to tell me you lot have been fooling around with unapproved upgrades and didn't think to let the Chief Medical Officer - the bot who is in charge of fixing your sorry afts - know about it?" Ratchet asked dangerously, whirling on Prowl.
"As I said, the existence of these Upgrades are classified, and -"
"And we're lettin' you know now, ain't we Prowl?" Jazz added quickly, slinging an arm over Prowl's shoulder. Prowl twitched under his arm, but didn't refute this statement.
Jazz, Wheeljack noted, was also in a 'pretty' skirt. "So how many of you are there with these - ah - Upgrades?"
"There are currently five Autobots, including ourselves, with the Upgrades." Prowl replied.
"Sunny and 'Bee, too." Jazz said cheerfully.
"And is this likely to become a widespread condition?" Ratchet demanded. "Sideswipe, lie back down. I can't fix you if you keep twitching all over the slagging place."
Sideswipe slumped back down under Ratchet's hand with a huff. "The cat said there're more of us but she doesn't know who yet. Slag, doc, just because I like it rough in the berth doesn't mean I-"
"The cat," Ratchet said flatly. "You mean the little black cat that's been following Prowl around lately?" He ignored Sideswipe, who pouted but subsided for the time being.
"What, really? I didn't know Earth cats could talk," Wheeljack said thoughtfully. He poked at the orange ribbon on Sideswipe's chest plate next, and Ratchet swatted his hand away with a muttered curse.
"Tranquility is…unique." Prowl said. "In any case, she has indeed claimed that there are more to be Upgraded, although she has yet to reveal just how many."
"Prowl tried," Jazz explained. "The kitty cat's real good at disappearing when she don't want to answer."
"I vote for Grimlock as the next Upgraded bot," Sideswipe suggested. "Don't you think he'd look pretty?"
"I think I need a drink," Ratchet muttered.
Rating: G
Verse: G1 (Magical!Bots AU)
Warnings: Crack!
Summary: Ratchet is annoyed and Wheeljack is amused; Sideswipe is just milking it.
Note: Timeline is here.
"What in Primus' name did you do to your plating? Did you jump into a vat of glitter? Have you any idea what that kind of thing does to your circuits?"
Tuning out Ratchet's ranting with the ease of long practice, Wheeljack poked at the shimmering maroon stuff attached to Sideswipe's hips. "What's its purpose?" he asked curiously.
"It makes me look pretty," Sideswipe said cheekily. "Don't you think so?"
"You're very pretty," Wheeljack agreed, laughing. Sideswipe, laid out on the table in the Med Bay with a completely busted leg, visibly preened.
"It's an Upgrade to augment combat abilities," Prowl explained, standing stoically in his own grey skirt and red bow. "The existence of which is highly classified, you understand."
"Do you mean to tell me you lot have been fooling around with unapproved upgrades and didn't think to let the Chief Medical Officer - the bot who is in charge of fixing your sorry afts - know about it?" Ratchet asked dangerously, whirling on Prowl.
"As I said, the existence of these Upgrades are classified, and -"
"And we're lettin' you know now, ain't we Prowl?" Jazz added quickly, slinging an arm over Prowl's shoulder. Prowl twitched under his arm, but didn't refute this statement.
Jazz, Wheeljack noted, was also in a 'pretty' skirt. "So how many of you are there with these - ah - Upgrades?"
"There are currently five Autobots, including ourselves, with the Upgrades." Prowl replied.
"Sunny and 'Bee, too." Jazz said cheerfully.
"And is this likely to become a widespread condition?" Ratchet demanded. "Sideswipe, lie back down. I can't fix you if you keep twitching all over the slagging place."
Sideswipe slumped back down under Ratchet's hand with a huff. "The cat said there're more of us but she doesn't know who yet. Slag, doc, just because I like it rough in the berth doesn't mean I-"
"The cat," Ratchet said flatly. "You mean the little black cat that's been following Prowl around lately?" He ignored Sideswipe, who pouted but subsided for the time being.
"What, really? I didn't know Earth cats could talk," Wheeljack said thoughtfully. He poked at the orange ribbon on Sideswipe's chest plate next, and Ratchet swatted his hand away with a muttered curse.
"Tranquility is…unique." Prowl said. "In any case, she has indeed claimed that there are more to be Upgraded, although she has yet to reveal just how many."
"Prowl tried," Jazz explained. "The kitty cat's real good at disappearing when she don't want to answer."
"I vote for Grimlock as the next Upgraded bot," Sideswipe suggested. "Don't you think he'd look pretty?"
"I think I need a drink," Ratchet muttered.