I'm worried
You people obviously frighten Ratchet enough for him to bring the twins back on line early! And that's meant I've been fighting off two still freaked out Lamborghinis in a vain attempt to get any real work done today. (I lost, badly, in case you were wondering)
Title: The chain gang.
Rating: PG/12(A) umm you’ll need to make up your own minds about this one, no actual naughtiness just yanking a certain pair of Lambos chain.
Setting G1, a few hours after Golden dreams.
Paring: Jazz Prowl friendship
Summary: So just what did Jazz and Prowl do to Prime? And how do the twins react to the sight of Prowl in chains?
Not beta'ed so if you spot any mistakes pls let me know
“Oooohhh Prowl,” Jazz’s whimper echoed round the cell block “lower, please, lower”
The only response to this statement was a soft moaning noise and the scrape of armour on armour, and then Prowl’s rather strained voice filled the silence “It’s no good Jazz I’m just not that flexible.”
“mmm, try twisting the other way.” Jazz suggested, there followed more moans and scraping, before Prowl gave a sharp gasp and Jazz asked “You OK?”
“Yes,” Prowl’s voice sounded off “just twisted a door wing too far.”
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stood on the threshold gaping at each other; they could imagine only one reason for both second and third in command to be down here making those kind of noises and if Jazz had finally managed to get Prowl to... Sideswipe shook his head desperate to erase that mental image.
“What the pit do we do now?” Sunstreaker hissed his optics wide open as he stared down the short corridor.
“Make lots and lots of noise.” Sideswipe told his twin “And hope to Primus that they’re not too ummm, involved, to hear us.”
Sunstreaker shuddered at the mental image and stomped down the corridor yelling “Come on Sides, don’t dawdle. I want to get this over with.”
“Subtle Sunny, really subtle.” Sideswipe muttered and walked noisily down the corridor humming loudly.
They stepped into the main brig area together, ready to bolt for the exit at the slightest provocation. The sight that greeted them therefore was so unexpected that it brought them to a complete stop. Behind the solid wall of energon that sealed the small high security cell, were both black and white’s. If it wasn’t shocking enough to find both officers locked up, there was the fact that they were apparently been suspended by their wrists from the ceiling. Or they had been, Jazz had obviously decided to take the opportunity to teach Prowl how to break out of such restraints and the tactician was half twisted round, legs wrapped round Jazz waist to get enough height and stability to pick a lock he couldn’t see.
“Hi guys.” Jazz chirped at the stunned twins, “That’s it Prowl squeeze the catch and get ready to drop.”
Prowl did just that and they both dropped as the restraints flew open, regaining their feet they walked forward to stand just behind the semi transparent cell wall.
“How’s it goin’?” Jazz asked cheerfully, dropping the cuffs and chain to the floor of the cell absently.
Sunstreaker gapped silently at them unable to get his vocaliser to work, Sideswipe managed to make some incoherent noises while waving a hand at them, the restraints and their current accommodation.
A small smile crossed Prowl’s face and he said “Based on vast experience of the twins own personal language I’m going to translate that as ‘what the pit are you doing in there?’”
Jazz allowed his trademark grin to show as he told the twins “Prime made us an offer we couldn’t refuse.”
“Prime?!” Sunstreaker squeaked
“Yep.” Jazz affirmed.
“Wh, w…w…w why?” Sideswipe finally forced his vocaliser to ask.
“Well.” Jazz said, his voice and grin predatory.
“There was the conversation about the state of decoration of the Ark,” Prowl cut in his voice heavy with smug amusement “and the consideration of the colour scheme.”
“Orange is soooo last vorn.” Jazz drawled lazily.
“Then there was the crate of rather sparkly neon green paint that Red inexplicable failed to confiscate.” Prowl continued, doing his best impersonation of the twins innocent voice.
“And Preceptor’s new glue.” Jazz chipped in
“Indeed” Prowl agreed “not forgetting the half ton of rhinestones that magically appeared in the storage bay.”
“Mysterious that.” Jazz winked an optic at Prowl
“Very, and then there were Wheeljack’s three new interlinked multi barrel, rapid fire field artillery pieces.” Prowl solemnly informed the now quivering twins.
“And the trip wire and photon flash assembly that someone careless left lying around our decorating test area.” Jazz gleefully informed the world.
“A terrible health and safety hazard that.” Prowl was deliberately not looking at Jazz or the twins at this point.
“And of course there was a certain big truck, current bearer of the matrix, supreme leader of the Autobots and templar extraordinaire, currently possessed of a very heavy hand, a short temper and no appreciation for experimental fashion ideas.” Jazz concluded.
“Quite, I think, on reflection, the hot pink feathers were not a good idea. They did rather clash with the green paint” Prowl offered contemplating the mental image he knew he would cherish until he joined the matrix.
Silence filled the brig for several breams as two very over taxed CPU’s tried to process what they’d been told.
The sound of Sideswipe hitting the floor as his CPU crashed sending him offline jerked Sunstreaker back to reality, making small distressed noises he gathered up his twin and fled the brig as though the unmaker himself were after them. Jazz and Prowl waited until the sound of the Sunstreaker whimpering the names of Primus and Ratchet faded into the distance before both of them slid down to sit on the floor and began howling with laughter.