Breakfast Battle
*shields self*
Title: Breakfast Battle.
Rating: G.
Characters/Pairings: Optimus Prime, Jazz, Prowl, Wheeljack, Ironhide, Red Alert, and Ratchet. and if you squint really hard, stand on your head and hum the Macarena, there's some ProwlxJazz in there.
Warnings and Disclaimers: i don't own Transformers. except in my dreams.
Universe: G1.
In reflection, calling a morning meeting of the officers might not have been a wise decision.
Especially when Jazz had opted to bring in a box of - Transformer-sized, even - oreos. That had been the first sign of trouble brewing. But Prime had ignored that, instead opting to focus his attention on his coffee (Wheeljack had found a way to make it work for them without explosions) while Red Alert started his long, rambly report.
He almost didn't notice the second sign of trouble until he had noticed that Prowl's doorwings had adopted that v-shaped position, which meant Jazz was certainly up to no good.
A glance over the meeting room showed nothing really out of the ordinary. Wheeljack had taken some of Jazz's oreos and was quite happily enjoying them alongside his coffee. Ironhide had kept himself to his own special "brew" of coffee (that Prime suspected had a good deal of altered whiskey within its contents), while Ratchet was trying his hardest to drink his hangover off with coffee. Prime was about to ask him how that was working when an oreo rolled across the tabletop to run into Prowl's arm.
Oh. Well, this certainly changed some things.
Optimus watched for a few moments, wondering what Jazz would do and when Prowl would snap as he leaned back in his chair. Not before too long, another oreo came rolling along the table. But before it could reach the Datsun, Prowl lifted his hand and and crushed it.
That envoked odd looks from Wheeljack and Ironhide and Jazz stared at the other black and white, his mouth slightly agape. The whisper was nothing more than what the humans called a stage whisper, "What'd ya do that for?" The 2IC responded, at first, with an icy glare before he hissed back, "You know I do not like those blasted things." A pointed look from the Security Director had them both hushed, but only until he picked back up where he had left off.
"But they're oreos, Prowl."
"I told you, I don't like them."
"Ya've never tried one."
"I have tried one, and you're supposed to know that too."
"But Prowler -"
"Look, do I make you try things you don't like - no."
A change came across Jazz's faceplates, with his lips forming one of those almost scowls. He was amused, but still rather ticked off about being cut down like that. The red and blue mech half wondered if those two would end up fighting, when Jazz extended a hand towards Prowl, confusing the tactician.
"..What?"
"Gimme th' coffee."
"But, you don't like coffee."
"No, I don't. But Imma show ya that I won't go'n throw the coffee 'cross th' room 'cuz I dun' 'like' it."
Frowning, Prowl passed his coffee mug over to Jazz who, after scowling down at it for a few moments took a swig of it. He looked like he was about to spit it back out, by the lurching motion he made when putting the mug back down, but Jazz's self control surprised all of them when he managed to swallow it along with keeping it down. The saboteur shuddered before sliding the coffee back towards the Datsun, "Tha' was th' awfulest thin' I've ever tasted, an' I hope 't make ya sick." Frowning at being beaten, Prowl reached over to pick up an oreo, looked at it with disdain before sighing and meeting Jazz's challenge. The black and white had to cover his face with his hands to keep from choking it back out.
Really. If all of his soldiers solved their problems like this, Optimus reflected, they wouldn't need the brig.
Maybe just a larger medbay.
Title: Breakfast Battle.
Rating: G.
Characters/Pairings: Optimus Prime, Jazz, Prowl, Wheeljack, Ironhide, Red Alert, and Ratchet. and if you squint really hard, stand on your head and hum the Macarena, there's some ProwlxJazz in there.
Warnings and Disclaimers: i don't own Transformers. except in my dreams.
Universe: G1.
In reflection, calling a morning meeting of the officers might not have been a wise decision.
Especially when Jazz had opted to bring in a box of - Transformer-sized, even - oreos. That had been the first sign of trouble brewing. But Prime had ignored that, instead opting to focus his attention on his coffee (Wheeljack had found a way to make it work for them without explosions) while Red Alert started his long, rambly report.
He almost didn't notice the second sign of trouble until he had noticed that Prowl's doorwings had adopted that v-shaped position, which meant Jazz was certainly up to no good.
A glance over the meeting room showed nothing really out of the ordinary. Wheeljack had taken some of Jazz's oreos and was quite happily enjoying them alongside his coffee. Ironhide had kept himself to his own special "brew" of coffee (that Prime suspected had a good deal of altered whiskey within its contents), while Ratchet was trying his hardest to drink his hangover off with coffee. Prime was about to ask him how that was working when an oreo rolled across the tabletop to run into Prowl's arm.
Oh. Well, this certainly changed some things.
Optimus watched for a few moments, wondering what Jazz would do and when Prowl would snap as he leaned back in his chair. Not before too long, another oreo came rolling along the table. But before it could reach the Datsun, Prowl lifted his hand and and crushed it.
That envoked odd looks from Wheeljack and Ironhide and Jazz stared at the other black and white, his mouth slightly agape. The whisper was nothing more than what the humans called a stage whisper, "What'd ya do that for?" The 2IC responded, at first, with an icy glare before he hissed back, "You know I do not like those blasted things." A pointed look from the Security Director had them both hushed, but only until he picked back up where he had left off.
"But they're oreos, Prowl."
"I told you, I don't like them."
"Ya've never tried one."
"I have tried one, and you're supposed to know that too."
"But Prowler -"
"Look, do I make you try things you don't like - no."
A change came across Jazz's faceplates, with his lips forming one of those almost scowls. He was amused, but still rather ticked off about being cut down like that. The red and blue mech half wondered if those two would end up fighting, when Jazz extended a hand towards Prowl, confusing the tactician.
"..What?"
"Gimme th' coffee."
"But, you don't like coffee."
"No, I don't. But Imma show ya that I won't go'n throw the coffee 'cross th' room 'cuz I dun' 'like' it."
Frowning, Prowl passed his coffee mug over to Jazz who, after scowling down at it for a few moments took a swig of it. He looked like he was about to spit it back out, by the lurching motion he made when putting the mug back down, but Jazz's self control surprised all of them when he managed to swallow it along with keeping it down. The saboteur shuddered before sliding the coffee back towards the Datsun, "Tha' was th' awfulest thin' I've ever tasted, an' I hope 't make ya sick." Frowning at being beaten, Prowl reached over to pick up an oreo, looked at it with disdain before sighing and meeting Jazz's challenge. The black and white had to cover his face with his hands to keep from choking it back out.
Really. If all of his soldiers solved their problems like this, Optimus reflected, they wouldn't need the brig.
Maybe just a larger medbay.