TF: Lost and Found
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Sideswipe/Bluestreak/Sunstreaker
Summary: Sent out to a car show, Tracer finds herself losing her way. And Sunstreaker doesn’t take too kindly to that.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_speedwriting Wednesday 17th November prompt 1 - Master Prompt List choice - 3rd July - Getting Lost. For more about Tracer, you can read Searchin’ or Tracking on Through (and feel free to leave a prompt!)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Prompt: 1
Time: Approximately one hour (excluding distractions like doing the washing up)
“I am not fragging lost!” Tracer growled. Bluestreak shrugged and looked around him.
“Well it sure looks like that to me, I mean, I don’t know where we are and if you’re not sure like you say you’re not, then we must be lost.”
“We are not lost…”
“Then what?”
“I’m just not exactly sure where we are.”
“Oh sure, the master tracker doesn’t know where we are. Great.” Sunstreaker’s tone was flat.
“Frag off.” Tracer rounded on Sunstreaker. “You try figuring out where we are if you think you’re better at it than me!”
“I know where we are.” Sideswipe put in. They all looked at him.
“Where?”
“We’re on Earth. And we’re lost.” He grinned cheekily, ducking the swipe from Sunstreaker. He wasn’t able to dodge the punch Tracer threw though. Not that it did any real damage.
“Well we can’t be that far from where we need to be.” Bluestreak pointed out reasonably. “If we keep on travelling the same direction we were going, we should get there.”
“True.” Tracer nodded in agreement.
“That’s assuming we were heading in the right direction to begin with.” Sunstreaker muttered.
“I’m sure we are.” Tracer said loudly. “Just because I can’t pinpoint our exact position doesn’t mean that I don’t know where we are.”
“Well what are we waiting for?” Sideswipe asked, folding down into his alt mode. Bluestreak followed, as did Tracer. Sunstreaker was last.
“Fragging humans. Holding a car show out in the desert.” He grumbled, revving his engine and taking the lead, kicking up dust as he did so. “My paint’s just going to be ruined. And you’re helping me fix it squirt.”
“Me?” Tracer yelped, pushing hard to draw level with Sunstreaker. “Why me?”
“Because I already claimed Blue.” Sideswipe’s grin was evident in his voice. Tracer laughed.
“So I get Mr Moody?” She cut herself off abruptly as she had to swerve to avoid Sunstreaker.
“Please don’t fight.” Bluestreak pleaded, accelerating to pull between Sunstreaker and Tracer.
“I’m not fighting! He was the one that tried to hit me!” Tracer protested, dropping back a little. Her alt mode was sturdy, but she was still smaller than all three of them and more susceptible to damage. And she had a sneaking suspicion that Sunstreaker knew that. And was using it to his advantage.
“Oh stop whining.” Sunstreaker snapped.
“Hey, anyone else picking up what I’m picking up?” Sideswipe asked.
“Seekers!” Tracer reflexively checked her sensors, irritated that she’d stopped concentrating on them in lieu of her argument with Sunstreaker.
“Just what we need.” Bluestreak groaned.
“I don’t know, a good fight is always welcome.” Sideswipe pulled up, transforming and scanning the skies.
“Here they come!”
Several hours later than planned, two Lamborghinis, a Datsun and a 4x4 pulled up outside the entrance to the car show. Their paintwork was scorched with laser fire and dusty, but they arrived.
“Told you I wasn’t lost.”