Symmetry in Contrasts: Prowl/Optimus - 05
Title: Symmetry in Contrasts: Prowl/Optimus (OneShot Collection)
Chapter: One Shot 5 - ‘Catch a ‘bot’
Author: neverminetohold (LJ/FF.net)
Rating: K
Summary: Congratulations! It has finally happened - Prowl snapped!
Pairing or Character(s): Prowl, Optimus Prime; Sari, Bumblebee, Ratchet
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any form... Poor me!
Warning(s)/Genre: humor, friendship
Author's Note: This follows after part 03
Feedback: Both positive and negative (as long as it is constructive) is most welcome!
‘Catch a ‘bot’
Prowl was acting, for lack of a better term, ‘out of character’.
Optimus Prime felt a peculiar kind of dread settle into his processor. Watching the event unfold, he was torn between his important duty and the urge to... do something about it.
Maybe Prowl had finally snapped - not that Optimus could really blame the ninjabot. No one had infinite patience. After one whole week of Sari’s and Bumblebee’s constant pestering, it didn’t come as a surprise.
Sari had bought a new video game and, for reasons only the troublemakers were privy to, they wanted desperately for Prowl to join in on the (dubious) fun.
They had already tried everything - from begging to blackmail. Bumblebee had even gone so far as to take one of the ninjabots cherished bonsai’s ‘hostage’.
The ensuing ‘rescue’ had included dangerously (off-aim) shuriken. Bumblebee’s graceless dance to avoid the swishing hail of weapons had sent Ratchet into a laughing fit, - which was amazing in and of itself.
It had been funny, even Optimus could not deny it. But this... this promised to get disturbing.
”Come on, Prowl, you’ll like it! We just wanna play with you... P-L-E-A-S-E?” singsonged Bee, twitching restlessly on his pedes.
”Yes, pretty please, Prowl,” resorting to begging again, Sari put on an angelic face; the impression only enhanced by her white summer dress. ”Please play with us.”
Optimus glanced away form the monitors in time to see the mech in question stiffen, perched as he was on the dismantled generator; sitting in a meditative pose.
Sari craned her neck to intently stare at Prowl, then exchanged a glance with Bee, who bobbed his helm in silent agreement. She put her hands on her hip’s, apparently ready to ‘pull the big guns out’.
”Fine. We solemnly swear to leave you alone for a week, if you agree to play one lousy game with us. How’s that sound? Deal?”
Optimus’ audios, sensitivity increased to their highest setting, picked up the soft, albeit clearly exasperated (it was, wasn’t it?), sigh the ninjabot vented. - In the same moment the sound registered, the mech vanished from the generator, utterly silent despite Optimus’ keen focus on him.
”No fair!”
Sari and Bumblebee turned around, scanning the assembly line, the ceiling, the communications area; all in vain. Their target had disappeared without a trace.
Fuming, the young organic shouted: ”Fine! Now it’s war, you hear me, Prowl?!”
”I heard.” The monotonous voice drifted over... - from the doorway.
Everyone, Optimus included, whirled around to see the ninjabot casually leaning at the door-frame; visor dimmed to a dirty teal.
”Hah!” Bumblebee pointed a digit at him in triumph. ”Figured you can’t hide from us, right, grumpy-bot?”
”No. You two are... hardly worth the effort,” Prowl answered; dismissive. He straightened and turned, ready to walk out on them.
Predictably irked by this, the enraged kids gave chase immediately, shouting all the way to the door; making a racket on the floor.
Optimus watched them go, torn again. But since Decepticon activity had risen recently and he had to give a good example, as their leader, he remained diligently behind to watch the monitors. - Surely, Ratchet would step in, should things be taken too far. Besides, he was, more or less, confident that Prowl wouldn’t let the situation get out of hand... right?
As a precaution, he didn’t change the setting of his audios, which granted him the ability to keep track of the chase.
Something crashed - ”Whoops! Sorry!” - ,followed by Ratchet’s outrageous shout: ”Get out of my med-bay, at once, youngsters!”
Sari burst into delighted giggles - because she had managed to dodge the CMO’s wreath, while a clank indicated that poor Bumblebee took a hit from some random object or other.
”Ow! Stop that, old-timer! Think about your pump’s pressure!”
Not a wise choice of words, as another clank proved (Optimus winced in mislead sympathy), followed by a select few choice words in ancient Cybertronian. Both servos and sandal’s slapped on the ground in hasty retreat.
”Not smart, Bee!” admonished the girl sternly - as much as one could with a voice full of sniggers.
Suspiciously silent breems followed, making Optimus’ tank churn with electrons...
Then doors were flung open and crashed shut soon after. Obviously, losing sight of the ninjabot, the chase had devolved into hide-and-seek.
Optimus wondered briefly if Prowls behavior warranted a system check, - another crash was heard through the far side of the wall.
... maybe Ratchet could check out Bumblebee’s motor relays while he was at it...
BREAK
Two hours later, the kids stumbled back into the main room, both sweaty with drops of condensation and heavily panting. Sari’s endurance was admirable, other than Bumblebee’s lack thereof, since she was only an eight year old human.
Seeing their nearly overheated state, Optimus could not help but worry: ”Are you two alri-”
Prowl dropped from somewhere above, landing, with a graceful somersault, right in front of his ‘hunters’.
Not hesitating at all, although stunned, they threw themselves forward, hands and servos grabbing desperately for his gold and black pedes -
Optimus dreaded that Prowl would disappear again or dissolve into thin air, him being a hologram; already frowning at the cruel taunt - but the kids latched onto the ‘bot like limpets.
Sari and Bumblebee collapsed, stretched out, at Prowls feet, - looking both drained and stupidly grinning elated for ‘catching’ their elusive prey. They burst into helpless giggles; finally rolling around the floor, laughing in triumph.
”Yeah! We did it!”
”We’re the best!”
It was a sight to warm the spark.
Prowl stood and observed the undignified spectacle, seemingly unfazed... But, catching Optimus’ optics and seeing his amused smile, the corner of his mouthplate twitched upwards in response.
It felt as if they were sharing an inside joke; watching the younger ones antics fondly.
As the delighted noises faded, Prowl spoke up: ”It’s called ‘catch a ‘bot’. A game far more rewarding an experience than what your video console offers. So... I expect to spent the next week in silence, without interruptions, as per your promise.”
”What?!” Bumblebee mustered the strength to prop his frame up, with Sari following suit; leaning on his frame for support.
”But -”
”I quote: ‘one lousy game’. You did not specify which kind.”
”That’s cheating!”
Prowls visor narrowed: ”I played with you, did I not?”
”But - !”
”After all your... restlessness, you seemed to have - fun.”
They exchanged a look, still feeling giddy and... good. Groaning in defeat, both little girl and yellow ‘bot plopped back on the ground; hands up in surrender. ”We yield.”
”Jepp - war is over,” agreed Sari, waving her handkerchief like a white flag.
Optimus watched as Prowl nodded, clearly satisfied. Then the ninjabot leaped back up onto the generator, to settle down; legs crossed and servos on his knee plates. He looked serene and... suspiciously smug. - Maybe.
Right then and there, Optimus decided that he liked a Prowl who acted OOC.
End
Chapter: One Shot 5 - ‘Catch a ‘bot’
Author: neverminetohold (LJ/FF.net)
Rating: K
Summary: Congratulations! It has finally happened - Prowl snapped!
Pairing or Character(s): Prowl, Optimus Prime; Sari, Bumblebee, Ratchet
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers in any form... Poor me!
Warning(s)/Genre: humor, friendship
Author's Note: This follows after part 03
Feedback: Both positive and negative (as long as it is constructive) is most welcome!
‘Catch a ‘bot’
Prowl was acting, for lack of a better term, ‘out of character’.
Optimus Prime felt a peculiar kind of dread settle into his processor. Watching the event unfold, he was torn between his important duty and the urge to... do something about it.
Maybe Prowl had finally snapped - not that Optimus could really blame the ninjabot. No one had infinite patience. After one whole week of Sari’s and Bumblebee’s constant pestering, it didn’t come as a surprise.
Sari had bought a new video game and, for reasons only the troublemakers were privy to, they wanted desperately for Prowl to join in on the (dubious) fun.
They had already tried everything - from begging to blackmail. Bumblebee had even gone so far as to take one of the ninjabots cherished bonsai’s ‘hostage’.
The ensuing ‘rescue’ had included dangerously (off-aim) shuriken. Bumblebee’s graceless dance to avoid the swishing hail of weapons had sent Ratchet into a laughing fit, - which was amazing in and of itself.
It had been funny, even Optimus could not deny it. But this... this promised to get disturbing.
”Come on, Prowl, you’ll like it! We just wanna play with you... P-L-E-A-S-E?” singsonged Bee, twitching restlessly on his pedes.
”Yes, pretty please, Prowl,” resorting to begging again, Sari put on an angelic face; the impression only enhanced by her white summer dress. ”Please play with us.”
Optimus glanced away form the monitors in time to see the mech in question stiffen, perched as he was on the dismantled generator; sitting in a meditative pose.
Sari craned her neck to intently stare at Prowl, then exchanged a glance with Bee, who bobbed his helm in silent agreement. She put her hands on her hip’s, apparently ready to ‘pull the big guns out’.
”Fine. We solemnly swear to leave you alone for a week, if you agree to play one lousy game with us. How’s that sound? Deal?”
Optimus’ audios, sensitivity increased to their highest setting, picked up the soft, albeit clearly exasperated (it was, wasn’t it?), sigh the ninjabot vented. - In the same moment the sound registered, the mech vanished from the generator, utterly silent despite Optimus’ keen focus on him.
”No fair!”
Sari and Bumblebee turned around, scanning the assembly line, the ceiling, the communications area; all in vain. Their target had disappeared without a trace.
Fuming, the young organic shouted: ”Fine! Now it’s war, you hear me, Prowl?!”
”I heard.” The monotonous voice drifted over... - from the doorway.
Everyone, Optimus included, whirled around to see the ninjabot casually leaning at the door-frame; visor dimmed to a dirty teal.
”Hah!” Bumblebee pointed a digit at him in triumph. ”Figured you can’t hide from us, right, grumpy-bot?”
”No. You two are... hardly worth the effort,” Prowl answered; dismissive. He straightened and turned, ready to walk out on them.
Predictably irked by this, the enraged kids gave chase immediately, shouting all the way to the door; making a racket on the floor.
Optimus watched them go, torn again. But since Decepticon activity had risen recently and he had to give a good example, as their leader, he remained diligently behind to watch the monitors. - Surely, Ratchet would step in, should things be taken too far. Besides, he was, more or less, confident that Prowl wouldn’t let the situation get out of hand... right?
As a precaution, he didn’t change the setting of his audios, which granted him the ability to keep track of the chase.
Something crashed - ”Whoops! Sorry!” - ,followed by Ratchet’s outrageous shout: ”Get out of my med-bay, at once, youngsters!”
Sari burst into delighted giggles - because she had managed to dodge the CMO’s wreath, while a clank indicated that poor Bumblebee took a hit from some random object or other.
”Ow! Stop that, old-timer! Think about your pump’s pressure!”
Not a wise choice of words, as another clank proved (Optimus winced in mislead sympathy), followed by a select few choice words in ancient Cybertronian. Both servos and sandal’s slapped on the ground in hasty retreat.
”Not smart, Bee!” admonished the girl sternly - as much as one could with a voice full of sniggers.
Suspiciously silent breems followed, making Optimus’ tank churn with electrons...
Then doors were flung open and crashed shut soon after. Obviously, losing sight of the ninjabot, the chase had devolved into hide-and-seek.
Optimus wondered briefly if Prowls behavior warranted a system check, - another crash was heard through the far side of the wall.
... maybe Ratchet could check out Bumblebee’s motor relays while he was at it...
BREAK
Two hours later, the kids stumbled back into the main room, both sweaty with drops of condensation and heavily panting. Sari’s endurance was admirable, other than Bumblebee’s lack thereof, since she was only an eight year old human.
Seeing their nearly overheated state, Optimus could not help but worry: ”Are you two alri-”
Prowl dropped from somewhere above, landing, with a graceful somersault, right in front of his ‘hunters’.
Not hesitating at all, although stunned, they threw themselves forward, hands and servos grabbing desperately for his gold and black pedes -
Optimus dreaded that Prowl would disappear again or dissolve into thin air, him being a hologram; already frowning at the cruel taunt - but the kids latched onto the ‘bot like limpets.
Sari and Bumblebee collapsed, stretched out, at Prowls feet, - looking both drained and stupidly grinning elated for ‘catching’ their elusive prey. They burst into helpless giggles; finally rolling around the floor, laughing in triumph.
”Yeah! We did it!”
”We’re the best!”
It was a sight to warm the spark.
Prowl stood and observed the undignified spectacle, seemingly unfazed... But, catching Optimus’ optics and seeing his amused smile, the corner of his mouthplate twitched upwards in response.
It felt as if they were sharing an inside joke; watching the younger ones antics fondly.
As the delighted noises faded, Prowl spoke up: ”It’s called ‘catch a ‘bot’. A game far more rewarding an experience than what your video console offers. So... I expect to spent the next week in silence, without interruptions, as per your promise.”
”What?!” Bumblebee mustered the strength to prop his frame up, with Sari following suit; leaning on his frame for support.
”But -”
”I quote: ‘one lousy game’. You did not specify which kind.”
”That’s cheating!”
Prowls visor narrowed: ”I played with you, did I not?”
”But - !”
”After all your... restlessness, you seemed to have - fun.”
They exchanged a look, still feeling giddy and... good. Groaning in defeat, both little girl and yellow ‘bot plopped back on the ground; hands up in surrender. ”We yield.”
”Jepp - war is over,” agreed Sari, waving her handkerchief like a white flag.
Optimus watched as Prowl nodded, clearly satisfied. Then the ninjabot leaped back up onto the generator, to settle down; legs crossed and servos on his knee plates. He looked serene and... suspiciously smug. - Maybe.
Right then and there, Optimus decided that he liked a Prowl who acted OOC.
End