Oh, my bunnies!
Title: Honey, Prime, I shrunk the Kids Officers!
Chapter: 05 - A Kinder garden Cop 'Con
Rating: G Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: As if the title didn't tell you who's coming to the 'hood.
Not beta'ed, so feel free to correct me!
"Rise an' Shine, Prowler!" Jazz grinned as he cradled the sparkling up, watching with amusement the expression of annoyance on his little face. Apparently Prowl wasn't a morning 'bot as a sparkling.
"Time for some energon before I take ya ta Blaster. Here's hopin' ya won't get yourself all messy again." the saboteur took the small cube of energon that had been prepared to suit Prowl's specific needs, feeding the sparkling with the brew.
Once Prowl was fed, Jazz left their shared quarters, heading for the recreation room where the playpen was kept. On his way there he passed by the Med bay and stopped by, hoping the CMO was already online and in duty. "Hey, Ratchet!"
The CMO looked over his shoulder to the incoming saboteur, waving lightly before he turned his attention back to the squirming Perceptor on his arms. "What do you need, Jazz?"
"I don't wanna bother ya too much, but I've been wonderin' somethin'." the Porsche fixed his hold on the baby Datsun and walked over to the medic, watching Perceptor test the ambulance's patience by moving his head away every time Ratchet tried to feed him. His wide smile and amused clicking sounds were evidence of the fun the sparkling was having with his little game. "Is it normal Prowl ain't clickin'?"
"What?" Ratchet looked up from his task.
"Well," Jazz switched the sparkling to his other arm, taking one of his hands to play with the diminutive fingers. "Ya hear all those clickin' sounds Perceptor's doin'?"
"Yes, It's a rudimentary code they're using to vocalize and communicate." Ratchet felt a light tug on the instrument he was using to feed Perceptor, finding the sparkling's mouth closed around it.
"I'm a bit worried because I've heard all the other sparklin's clickin' but Prowl hasn't made a sound if he's not cryin'." the black and white sparkling looked up to Jazz when he heard his designation, twitching his wings on response before he looked back to Ratchet and Perceptor.
"My experience with sparklings is still a little limited." the medic pried the instrument out of the red sparkling to gather some more energon to feed to him. This time Perceptor decided he was hungry enough to stop playing and accepted the substance readily. "But if his vocal processor is allowing him to cry it's unlikely to be damaged."
"I was kinda worried whatever happened t'him could have left other kind of sequels. Ya know, I watched this movie 'bout a human child that witnessed some really bad slag and suddenly wouldn't talk again even though he was perfectly capable of speakin'." the Porsche held the baby Datsun a little closer prompting Prowl to look up to him with a curious look before he made himself comfortable on the adult Autobot's arms.
"You watch too many human films, Jazz." the medic chuckled and put down the tool he used to feed Perceptor, setting the red sparkling inside of a glass container fashioned as a temporary crib. "It could be behavioral, but I suspect it has nothing to do with a possible trauma. Put him on the table and I'll run a scan on his systems."
"'Kay. Thanks, Ratchet." Jazz did as he was instructed and set the sparkling that was his mate on the table, tickling his middle lightly when he made a sound of distress. "S'ok, Prowler. Ratchet's not gonna use any needles, I swear!"
Prowl squirmed under the assault to his middle section, fluttering his wings and kicking his legs, with a smile on his face plates, and even through all that he made absolutely no clicking sounds. When the attack was over, the baby Datsun wasted no time and inspected his surroundings, finding a tray with instruments not too far from the table he was laying on. He moved to reach for one of the shiny tools, but a red hand caught his much smaller white one.
"Hands off my tools, sparkling." Ratchet scolded playfully, laughing softly as Prowl rewarded him with an angry glare. "Someone's got a temper."
"Ya have no idea." the saboteur cackled lightly and offered his hand to the sparkling Prowl, grinning playfully at the predicted outcome. "Man, he's fond of my finger. I must taste really good."
"No comment." Ratchet hooked a series of lines, cords and wires to the sparkling's body, running a few diagnostics for the condition of his systems. "So far everything seems to be in working order. I think his silence is behavioral."
"So, it's that normal or not?"
"On Prowl's case it's probably normal. Do you even remember him being that talkative in the first place?" the CMO removed the lines, cords and wires carefully. "My assumption would be he's bringing his point across just fine without clicking, so he won't bother doing it. And when everything else fails, he'll just cry."
"An' boy, does he cry." Jazz laughed softly and picked the baby Datsun up. "All right, thank ya, Ratchet. I'll take him to Blaster before my shift starts. Want me to take Perceptor too?"
"Please." the medic picked the sparkling up while the Porsche fixed his hold on Prowl to free one arm to carry Perceptor. Once the two sparklings were secure on his arms, Jazz left the medical bay and headed straight to the recreation room. Inferno was already in there, playing for a little while with Red Alert before his own shift began.
"Howdy, Jazz." the fire engine smiled to the martini racer. He was kneeling on the other side of the pen while he played with Red Alert who was happily sitting inside the pen.
"Heya Inferno! How's it goin'?" the saboteur greeted and approached the pen. Blaster took the sparkling Perceptor to sit him next to Red Alert. Jazz looked around the pen for a moment, Steeljaw was laying on the far end with Sideswipe cuddled against him, deeply in recharge, seemingly using him as pillow. Rewind was sitting next to them, keeping the sparkling covered with a large sheet Sunstreaker insisted to place over his sparkling twin. Eject was sitting a little away from Red Alert and Perceptor.
Hound came into the room with the sparkling Mirage deeply in recharge, finally visible again. "Hey guys." he greeted the other Autobots in the room. Eject stood up and reached up for the baby Ligier, taking him to Steeljaw where Rewind tucked him under the sheet with Sideswipe.
"Time ta go, guys." Jazz announced softly and looked down to Prowl who was still on his arms. "Gotta go, Prowler. I'll be back for ya in a few joors." the saboteur kissed the baby Datsun's chevron before he handed him to Blaster and stood to leave with the other Autobots. "Man, we look like humans leavin' their kids on those day care centers before work."
"I hope Wheeljack finds a solution soon." Hound sighed as he walked out of the room with Jazz, and Inferno on tow. "The longer they stay as sparklings the more dangerous will be the situation."
"Worried about the Decepticons findin' out?" Inferno took a few quick steps to catch up with the other 'bots.
"We can't keep 'em hidden from th'Cons forever, that's definitive." the Porsche nodded and rubbed his chin in thought. "That reminds me Wheeljack wanted us ta go get some baby seats installed in our alt modes."
"Can we even trust those seats won't blow up on us, too?" Inferno asked half jokingly and half seriously.
"Don't jinx it now, Inferno!"
A pair of glowing red optics watched the Autobots walk away recording every word spoken. Laserbeak flew carefully in the direction the trio had come from, peeking carefully into the recreation room.
Steeljaw's head propped up from his paws where it had been resting, looking around for a moment. He tried to stand up but remembered the sparklings laying against him and stilled.
"Are you all right, Steeljaw?" Rewind asked, arranging the sheet better over the recharging sparklings. The lion-like cassette looked around some more before he nodded and plopped his head back over his paws, feeling something was off, but he couldn't tell what was it.
Laserbeak moved away quickly and made his way out of the Ark at full speed to deliver the recorded information.
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"What are those?" Skywarp pointed to the five sparklings displayed on the screen.
"Those would be sparklings, Skywarp. Itty Bitty Cybertronians." Starscream crossed his arms as he watched the video taped by Laserbeak.
"I know what Sparklings are!" the purple and black seeker huffed indignantly. "I mean why the Autobots even have those around."
"Well," the blue and white Decepticon pointed towards a particular sparkling on the screen. "Unless Inferno and Red Alert decided to curse the universe with their offspring, that's none other than Red Alert himself."
"That means the other four are also Autobots that have become sparklings. The question is how." Thundercracker rubbed his chin in thought.
"That's irrelevant for now. If these are indeed Autobots reversed to such defenseless state, then Prime's forces are down several vital members." Megatron tapped a finger to his lip components in thought.
"Megatron, Course of Action?"
The Decepticon leader turned to Soundwave with a smile. "Send Laserbeak, Buzzaw and Ratbat and bring them to me."
Soundwave nodded and ejected the aforementioned cassettes instructing them to bring the sparklings unharmed.
"What are we going to do with them? Terminate them?" Starscream looked at Megatron with a victorious smile. This was just too good to pass.
"Eventually."
Chapter: 05 - A Kinder garden Cop 'Con
Rating: G Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: As if the title didn't tell you who's coming to the 'hood.
Not beta'ed, so feel free to correct me!
"Rise an' Shine, Prowler!" Jazz grinned as he cradled the sparkling up, watching with amusement the expression of annoyance on his little face. Apparently Prowl wasn't a morning 'bot as a sparkling.
"Time for some energon before I take ya ta Blaster. Here's hopin' ya won't get yourself all messy again." the saboteur took the small cube of energon that had been prepared to suit Prowl's specific needs, feeding the sparkling with the brew.
Once Prowl was fed, Jazz left their shared quarters, heading for the recreation room where the playpen was kept. On his way there he passed by the Med bay and stopped by, hoping the CMO was already online and in duty. "Hey, Ratchet!"
The CMO looked over his shoulder to the incoming saboteur, waving lightly before he turned his attention back to the squirming Perceptor on his arms. "What do you need, Jazz?"
"I don't wanna bother ya too much, but I've been wonderin' somethin'." the Porsche fixed his hold on the baby Datsun and walked over to the medic, watching Perceptor test the ambulance's patience by moving his head away every time Ratchet tried to feed him. His wide smile and amused clicking sounds were evidence of the fun the sparkling was having with his little game. "Is it normal Prowl ain't clickin'?"
"What?" Ratchet looked up from his task.
"Well," Jazz switched the sparkling to his other arm, taking one of his hands to play with the diminutive fingers. "Ya hear all those clickin' sounds Perceptor's doin'?"
"Yes, It's a rudimentary code they're using to vocalize and communicate." Ratchet felt a light tug on the instrument he was using to feed Perceptor, finding the sparkling's mouth closed around it.
"I'm a bit worried because I've heard all the other sparklin's clickin' but Prowl hasn't made a sound if he's not cryin'." the black and white sparkling looked up to Jazz when he heard his designation, twitching his wings on response before he looked back to Ratchet and Perceptor.
"My experience with sparklings is still a little limited." the medic pried the instrument out of the red sparkling to gather some more energon to feed to him. This time Perceptor decided he was hungry enough to stop playing and accepted the substance readily. "But if his vocal processor is allowing him to cry it's unlikely to be damaged."
"I was kinda worried whatever happened t'him could have left other kind of sequels. Ya know, I watched this movie 'bout a human child that witnessed some really bad slag and suddenly wouldn't talk again even though he was perfectly capable of speakin'." the Porsche held the baby Datsun a little closer prompting Prowl to look up to him with a curious look before he made himself comfortable on the adult Autobot's arms.
"You watch too many human films, Jazz." the medic chuckled and put down the tool he used to feed Perceptor, setting the red sparkling inside of a glass container fashioned as a temporary crib. "It could be behavioral, but I suspect it has nothing to do with a possible trauma. Put him on the table and I'll run a scan on his systems."
"'Kay. Thanks, Ratchet." Jazz did as he was instructed and set the sparkling that was his mate on the table, tickling his middle lightly when he made a sound of distress. "S'ok, Prowler. Ratchet's not gonna use any needles, I swear!"
Prowl squirmed under the assault to his middle section, fluttering his wings and kicking his legs, with a smile on his face plates, and even through all that he made absolutely no clicking sounds. When the attack was over, the baby Datsun wasted no time and inspected his surroundings, finding a tray with instruments not too far from the table he was laying on. He moved to reach for one of the shiny tools, but a red hand caught his much smaller white one.
"Hands off my tools, sparkling." Ratchet scolded playfully, laughing softly as Prowl rewarded him with an angry glare. "Someone's got a temper."
"Ya have no idea." the saboteur cackled lightly and offered his hand to the sparkling Prowl, grinning playfully at the predicted outcome. "Man, he's fond of my finger. I must taste really good."
"No comment." Ratchet hooked a series of lines, cords and wires to the sparkling's body, running a few diagnostics for the condition of his systems. "So far everything seems to be in working order. I think his silence is behavioral."
"So, it's that normal or not?"
"On Prowl's case it's probably normal. Do you even remember him being that talkative in the first place?" the CMO removed the lines, cords and wires carefully. "My assumption would be he's bringing his point across just fine without clicking, so he won't bother doing it. And when everything else fails, he'll just cry."
"An' boy, does he cry." Jazz laughed softly and picked the baby Datsun up. "All right, thank ya, Ratchet. I'll take him to Blaster before my shift starts. Want me to take Perceptor too?"
"Please." the medic picked the sparkling up while the Porsche fixed his hold on Prowl to free one arm to carry Perceptor. Once the two sparklings were secure on his arms, Jazz left the medical bay and headed straight to the recreation room. Inferno was already in there, playing for a little while with Red Alert before his own shift began.
"Howdy, Jazz." the fire engine smiled to the martini racer. He was kneeling on the other side of the pen while he played with Red Alert who was happily sitting inside the pen.
"Heya Inferno! How's it goin'?" the saboteur greeted and approached the pen. Blaster took the sparkling Perceptor to sit him next to Red Alert. Jazz looked around the pen for a moment, Steeljaw was laying on the far end with Sideswipe cuddled against him, deeply in recharge, seemingly using him as pillow. Rewind was sitting next to them, keeping the sparkling covered with a large sheet Sunstreaker insisted to place over his sparkling twin. Eject was sitting a little away from Red Alert and Perceptor.
Hound came into the room with the sparkling Mirage deeply in recharge, finally visible again. "Hey guys." he greeted the other Autobots in the room. Eject stood up and reached up for the baby Ligier, taking him to Steeljaw where Rewind tucked him under the sheet with Sideswipe.
"Time ta go, guys." Jazz announced softly and looked down to Prowl who was still on his arms. "Gotta go, Prowler. I'll be back for ya in a few joors." the saboteur kissed the baby Datsun's chevron before he handed him to Blaster and stood to leave with the other Autobots. "Man, we look like humans leavin' their kids on those day care centers before work."
"I hope Wheeljack finds a solution soon." Hound sighed as he walked out of the room with Jazz, and Inferno on tow. "The longer they stay as sparklings the more dangerous will be the situation."
"Worried about the Decepticons findin' out?" Inferno took a few quick steps to catch up with the other 'bots.
"We can't keep 'em hidden from th'Cons forever, that's definitive." the Porsche nodded and rubbed his chin in thought. "That reminds me Wheeljack wanted us ta go get some baby seats installed in our alt modes."
"Can we even trust those seats won't blow up on us, too?" Inferno asked half jokingly and half seriously.
"Don't jinx it now, Inferno!"
A pair of glowing red optics watched the Autobots walk away recording every word spoken. Laserbeak flew carefully in the direction the trio had come from, peeking carefully into the recreation room.
Steeljaw's head propped up from his paws where it had been resting, looking around for a moment. He tried to stand up but remembered the sparklings laying against him and stilled.
"Are you all right, Steeljaw?" Rewind asked, arranging the sheet better over the recharging sparklings. The lion-like cassette looked around some more before he nodded and plopped his head back over his paws, feeling something was off, but he couldn't tell what was it.
Laserbeak moved away quickly and made his way out of the Ark at full speed to deliver the recorded information.
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"What are those?" Skywarp pointed to the five sparklings displayed on the screen.
"Those would be sparklings, Skywarp. Itty Bitty Cybertronians." Starscream crossed his arms as he watched the video taped by Laserbeak.
"I know what Sparklings are!" the purple and black seeker huffed indignantly. "I mean why the Autobots even have those around."
"Well," the blue and white Decepticon pointed towards a particular sparkling on the screen. "Unless Inferno and Red Alert decided to curse the universe with their offspring, that's none other than Red Alert himself."
"That means the other four are also Autobots that have become sparklings. The question is how." Thundercracker rubbed his chin in thought.
"That's irrelevant for now. If these are indeed Autobots reversed to such defenseless state, then Prime's forces are down several vital members." Megatron tapped a finger to his lip components in thought.
"Megatron, Course of Action?"
The Decepticon leader turned to Soundwave with a smile. "Send Laserbeak, Buzzaw and Ratbat and bring them to me."
Soundwave nodded and ejected the aforementioned cassettes instructing them to bring the sparklings unharmed.
"What are we going to do with them? Terminate them?" Starscream looked at Megatron with a victorious smile. This was just too good to pass.
"Eventually."