Why yes, I am a tease.
So,
Jazz-muse is a fickle son of a corkscrew. After getting all excited about the idea of Turtle smut, he decides to jump over to an action fic, and then he's like 'ya know there ain't much more ta that Star-crossed chapter y've been bitching about.' There are days when I could just strangle him, if I could actually reach his neck cables.
Anyways, Star-crossed teasers, anyone?
Sideswipe groaned, turning his head away from Prowl’s scrutiny. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.
”It is not pity.” Prowl reached into the medkit, sorting through the tools by touch alone: ratchet, adjustable wrench, screwdriver, hammer, tensors, clamps, sealant, caps, stim packs, sockets, mini-welder, splicer, flex strips. It should be enough to let Sideswipe remain on his feet under his own power (even if he won’t be able to walk), so that he and Sunstreaker could assist him out. Neither he nor Sunstreaker would be able to bodily carry Sideswipe for any length of time, if at all.
“Going somewhere?” Vertigo asked, as though they were guests leaving before saying farewell to their host.
Sunstreaker leveled his gun at the Decepticon, one arm reacing back to shove Sideswipe and Prowl behind him. “You expect us to stay and look at your ugly paint job forever? Did Slog do that for you?”
Sideswipe chuckled, leaning his weight on Prowl. “Oh, come on, don’t compliment him, even Slog can’t make something that ugly.”
The Decepticon’s engine growled. “You think you’re so funny don’t you, cretins? But we’re not done entertaining you yet, and you can’t leave yet.”
Prowl’s fingers clenched the metal of Sideswipe’s upper arm, taking the full weight of the heavier Toughline. His dental plates gritted together and his optics flared, his balance . “I’m afraid we’ll have to refuse your continued invitation, Vertigo. I find your cordiality lacking
Sideswipe shifted against Prowl. “Actually,” he grunted, optics flashing with malice, “I find your accommodations less than standard.” He swung his gun into position and let loose with a round of flares.
Wide optics regarded Prowl before the mech's head sagged back to the table. “Really?&rdquo
Sunstreaker sputtered indignantly. “Don't sound so happy about it, slaggit!&rdquo
Prowl turned away from the window to join the two brothers at the table. “We need to get out of here, and that is the quickest way down.” He rested one hand on the red mech's shoulder. “Sometimes crazy works, after all.”
“Help me! You're Autodolts-I mean bots. You can't just leave me here to die. You can't.”
A snarl rumbled through Sunstreaker's entire frame.
Sideswipe scoffed softly, even damaged as he was. “You've got to be kidding.”
Prowl shook off the hand that tried to grab his leg again. “I believe you are confusing me with Prime.”