It's the Bunny!
Title: Honey, Prime, I shrunk the Kids Officers!
Chapter: 09 - Hello, You fool Megatron, I love you!
Rating: PG-13 Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak. Implied Thundercracker x Skywarp.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: Short chapter this time but the Autobots are on their way and next chapter shall have a very pissed off Lamborghini waiting for an excuse to tear Decepticons appart!
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for beta reading this for me.
Ramjet laid on the ground atop the battered bodies of his trine mates, watching wearily as the Autobots flew towards the Decepticons' base inside Skyfire. He could feel every joint of his body aching after the brutal mistreatment delivered by Skyfire followed by Jazz and Ironhide when he was grounded.
"Did any of you write down the number of the semi-truck that ran me over?" Dirge sputtered dazedly, too pained to even care about the weight of Thrust and Ramjet over him. Megatron was going to rip them a new one for sure, but at the moment, all he wanted was to fall into blessed unconsciousness.
"Does Optimus Prime even have a license plate?" Thrust ventured to ask, not very eager to try to find out.
"Megatron will be pissed."
"To the pit with Megatron. I'm not standing between an Autobot and his sparkling ever again." Ramjet took that as his cue to just fall offline on top of his wing mates.
Inside of the Decepticons' base, things weren't going much better. Mirage was running around the control room circling around the fallen Starscream who decided to venture into the control room when he recovered from the sparkling spy's initial run over him - a bad decision as Mirage took the chance to chase him around and run him over again.
Thundercracker was unscathed , thankfully, but he had to carry Skywarp in his arms now since every time the purple and black seeker attempted to stand on his own feet, Mirage charged at him. The blue seeker wasn't sure why Mirage wasn't targeting him, but he wasn't going to complain about it.
Megatron, on the other hand, was having a hell of a time, and his patience was wearing thin. Perceptor saw fit to switch his field of interest from Soundwave's structure to the Decepticon leader's, and quite frankly, the baby microscope had a knack for finding his 'tickle spots', something he definitely didn't want his troops to find out though they were too distracted with their own predicaments to notice or care.
Ravage was growing exhausted of just trotting around in circles to entertain Red Alert, but the baby Lamborghini gave him no rest. Any attempts to stop for longer than a few minutes would prompt the threat of the sparkling crying against his audios, and that was the last thing he wanted. Prowl had hurt his sensitive audio receptors enough as it was.
Speaking of Prowl, the sparkling was still hidden, and he had been pretty silent since the last time Megatron threatened to blow Perceptor to bits. That one had actually broken one of Starscream's receptors as he had been too close to the wailing sparkling's location when the cries ensued, forcing the Decepticons to communicate through open com-link. It was dangerous to have an open com-link if Prowl cried again, and Megatron decided it was in his best interest not to tick off the baby Datsun for now, even if it meant standing Perceptor crawling all over him.
Sideswipe was still sick and distressed but seemed to be more comfortable under the expert care of Soundwave who had pulled out an specialized fuel line from one of his arms. The original purpose of that fuel line had been to nourish his cassettes during their first days online, regulating a very specific concentration of his own energon for each cassette. He hadn't used the line in a long time, but the knowledge was imprinted in him at this point. So, by all intents and purposes, he was feeding Sideswipe, and the sparkling was content enough to have some adequate energon running in his systems again.
"So, oh, grand leader, what are we going to do now?" Starscream ventured to ask, barely tilting his head to look at Megatron over his shoulder. He decided to stay laying down on the ground if he wanted to avoid the baby Ligier's wheels leaving prints all over his fuselage.
"I'm thinking." Megatron was thinking indeed - thinking it had been a terrible idea to get the sparklings in the first place and what a bad idea it had been not to investigate Prowl's ability to make their audio receptor's bleed energon in ways he thought only Elita One could. He was sorely mistaken in his belief. Being beaten like this by baby Autobots was definitely not what he had been expecting, and he would make sure to never let word of this get to any of his remaining troops on Cybertron.
"I say we just hand them back to the Autobots!" Skywarp eyed the sparkling Mirage warily. He was going to have what humans called 'nightmares' for days to come, and they would involve a certain miniature racing car.
"You glitched? Like they're going to just come and get the sparklings, shake hands, and then go away like th-- Ow!!" Starscream rubbed his dented nose after Mirage ran him over again. He made a personal note to never, ever mess with a sparkling's transformation cog if he valued his structural integrity.
"At this point I'm almost ready to go and fly them back to the Autobot base," Thundercracker heaved a sigh. He didn't care much for the sparklings, but they were definitely more trouble than they were worth.
Megatron was beginning to agree with that plan, especially now that Perceptor was nibbling and suckling on different parts of his body in attempt to satiate his curiosity. Unfortunately for him, the smacking sounds he was producing sounded like the sparkling was kissing him.
"Aww, I think he wuvs you, Mighty Megatron!" Starscream just never knew when to shut his mouth, and the Decepticon leader thanked mentally when Mirage decided to silence the seeker through running over his head yet again.
Perceptor clicked happily and perched atop the Decepticon's leader helmet, nibbling on it with those smacking sounds so happily. Megatron was glad Reflector was currently on Cybertron.
Smack!
Chapter: 09 - Hello, You fool Megatron, I love you!
Rating: PG-13 Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak. Implied Thundercracker x Skywarp.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: Short chapter this time but the Autobots are on their way and next chapter shall have a very pissed off Lamborghini waiting for an excuse to tear Decepticons appart!
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for beta reading this for me.
Ramjet laid on the ground atop the battered bodies of his trine mates, watching wearily as the Autobots flew towards the Decepticons' base inside Skyfire. He could feel every joint of his body aching after the brutal mistreatment delivered by Skyfire followed by Jazz and Ironhide when he was grounded.
"Did any of you write down the number of the semi-truck that ran me over?" Dirge sputtered dazedly, too pained to even care about the weight of Thrust and Ramjet over him. Megatron was going to rip them a new one for sure, but at the moment, all he wanted was to fall into blessed unconsciousness.
"Does Optimus Prime even have a license plate?" Thrust ventured to ask, not very eager to try to find out.
"Megatron will be pissed."
"To the pit with Megatron. I'm not standing between an Autobot and his sparkling ever again." Ramjet took that as his cue to just fall offline on top of his wing mates.
Inside of the Decepticons' base, things weren't going much better. Mirage was running around the control room circling around the fallen Starscream who decided to venture into the control room when he recovered from the sparkling spy's initial run over him - a bad decision as Mirage took the chance to chase him around and run him over again.
Thundercracker was unscathed , thankfully, but he had to carry Skywarp in his arms now since every time the purple and black seeker attempted to stand on his own feet, Mirage charged at him. The blue seeker wasn't sure why Mirage wasn't targeting him, but he wasn't going to complain about it.
Megatron, on the other hand, was having a hell of a time, and his patience was wearing thin. Perceptor saw fit to switch his field of interest from Soundwave's structure to the Decepticon leader's, and quite frankly, the baby microscope had a knack for finding his 'tickle spots', something he definitely didn't want his troops to find out though they were too distracted with their own predicaments to notice or care.
Ravage was growing exhausted of just trotting around in circles to entertain Red Alert, but the baby Lamborghini gave him no rest. Any attempts to stop for longer than a few minutes would prompt the threat of the sparkling crying against his audios, and that was the last thing he wanted. Prowl had hurt his sensitive audio receptors enough as it was.
Speaking of Prowl, the sparkling was still hidden, and he had been pretty silent since the last time Megatron threatened to blow Perceptor to bits. That one had actually broken one of Starscream's receptors as he had been too close to the wailing sparkling's location when the cries ensued, forcing the Decepticons to communicate through open com-link. It was dangerous to have an open com-link if Prowl cried again, and Megatron decided it was in his best interest not to tick off the baby Datsun for now, even if it meant standing Perceptor crawling all over him.
Sideswipe was still sick and distressed but seemed to be more comfortable under the expert care of Soundwave who had pulled out an specialized fuel line from one of his arms. The original purpose of that fuel line had been to nourish his cassettes during their first days online, regulating a very specific concentration of his own energon for each cassette. He hadn't used the line in a long time, but the knowledge was imprinted in him at this point. So, by all intents and purposes, he was feeding Sideswipe, and the sparkling was content enough to have some adequate energon running in his systems again.
"So, oh, grand leader, what are we going to do now?" Starscream ventured to ask, barely tilting his head to look at Megatron over his shoulder. He decided to stay laying down on the ground if he wanted to avoid the baby Ligier's wheels leaving prints all over his fuselage.
"I'm thinking." Megatron was thinking indeed - thinking it had been a terrible idea to get the sparklings in the first place and what a bad idea it had been not to investigate Prowl's ability to make their audio receptor's bleed energon in ways he thought only Elita One could. He was sorely mistaken in his belief. Being beaten like this by baby Autobots was definitely not what he had been expecting, and he would make sure to never let word of this get to any of his remaining troops on Cybertron.
"I say we just hand them back to the Autobots!" Skywarp eyed the sparkling Mirage warily. He was going to have what humans called 'nightmares' for days to come, and they would involve a certain miniature racing car.
"You glitched? Like they're going to just come and get the sparklings, shake hands, and then go away like th-- Ow!!" Starscream rubbed his dented nose after Mirage ran him over again. He made a personal note to never, ever mess with a sparkling's transformation cog if he valued his structural integrity.
"At this point I'm almost ready to go and fly them back to the Autobot base," Thundercracker heaved a sigh. He didn't care much for the sparklings, but they were definitely more trouble than they were worth.
Megatron was beginning to agree with that plan, especially now that Perceptor was nibbling and suckling on different parts of his body in attempt to satiate his curiosity. Unfortunately for him, the smacking sounds he was producing sounded like the sparkling was kissing him.
"Aww, I think he wuvs you, Mighty Megatron!" Starscream just never knew when to shut his mouth, and the Decepticon leader thanked mentally when Mirage decided to silence the seeker through running over his head yet again.
Perceptor clicked happily and perched atop the Decepticon's leader helmet, nibbling on it with those smacking sounds so happily. Megatron was glad Reflector was currently on Cybertron.
Smack!