A/N: I never thought I'd be writing another chapter for this fic, but a friend gave me the idea, I couldn't disappoint.
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Little Kunai: Yes, I was referencing that. It makes me happy that you picked that up =)
Steelracer01956SIC: Mad doesn't cut it. He was furious! XD
PrimeEmily135: Why thank you. That was the goal =)
SunlightOnTheWater: Heehee XD I also agree. It's too repetitive for my tastes.
Airachnid-Femme: Alas, I thought it was over too!
TheChippedCup: Guess what? IT'S NOT OVER! I HAVE MUSE! And I will sell you Ratchet at a special discounted price as long as I get a couple of those brownies ;)
Starlight Prime: Thank you =)
Noella50881: The update was much less than "soon" but I updated none the less!
IBrokeThe4thWall: I'm sure you and Miko can plot revenge on Ratchet at your earliest convenience Heehee
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Mazamba: Well...that's interesting enough...perhaps Google was wrong after all...
And now, to the fic!
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Transformers...
They had promised Optimus that they wouldn't use eBay for their personal vendettas, but they'd never promised Ultra Magnus. At least that's how Miko viewed it. With Optimus out on a recon mission with most of team, Miko thought it would be an excellent time to tell Smokescreen how the Internet worked. Naturally Smokescreen was all for learning about human culture. Miko wasn't planning on disappointing.
"Okay, Smoke, see this button?" she asked, pointing to the screen.
"Yeah, what's it for?"
"It's the bid button," she explained, clicking on it. "It's where we place our bid."
"And how much are we bidding?" Smokescreen asked curiously.
"However much we want," Miko replied, punching in twenty-four dollars into the small box. "And in about ten minutes we go into sniper mode."
"Sniper mode?"
"Yeah. If anyone comes in at the last few seconds, we have to be ready to punch in a higher bid so we get the goods," Miko continued, eyes glued to the screen.
"Awesome! Are we going to snipe them?" Smokescreen questioned excitedly.
"Of course! That's half the fun!"
"What's this place called anyway?" Miko grinned, remembering the first time she, Raf, and Jack had explained the site to the others.
"It's called eBay."
"eBay…" Smokescreen said thoughtfully. "Can we sell anything on eBay?"
"Anything," she agreed. Smokescreen looked over his shoulder at Ultra Magnus and Ratchet.
"I've got an idea."
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Optimus Prime was exhausted.
They had battled the Decepticons for most of the afternoon and they still got away. It wasn't his team's fault. They just had been at the disadvantage with being unable to breech the ship's walls.
The five of them walked through the GroundBridge hoping for a relaxed night, but alas, he was too hopeful.
Ratchet was hollering at Smokescreen, a wrench in his servo. Smokescreen rolled his optics at Ratchet, shrugging him off.
"Yeah, yeah, won't do it again," Smokescreen said with a noncommittal wave. Ratchet sputtered with rage, threatening to throw the wrench at Smokescreen.
Optimus knew something was horribly wrong because Miko was on the floor laughing harder than normal. Jack was telling her off. Raf was buried in his laptop, hoping that the situation would go away if he ignored it. It was then that Optimus realized what was so off.
Ultra Magnus wasn't there.
It took Optimus two seconds to put everything together.
"Miko, did you sell Ultra Magnus?" Wheeljack looked over at Optimus.
"Did she what?"
"Did you sell Ultra Magnus?" he asked again, more firmly, ignoring Wheeljack's question. Miko sat up, wiping her eyes.
"No sir," she replied, holding back her giggles.
"Then where is he?" Miko giggled with delight.
"Cuba!"
"And how did he get there?" Optimus felt like he was talking to a sparkling.
"How should I know? I was in the backroom with Smokescreen," she replied, smiling too widely to still be considered innocent. Optimus' optics narrowed, darting over to Smokescreen.
"And what were you two doing in the backroom," Optimus demanded of the rookie. Smokescreen's hitched up and fell within moments, displaying Smokescreen's discomfort to the room. He shifted his weight from ped to ped, unsure how to answer his leader. Smoke couldn't lie to Prime, but according to Miko, he couldn't tell him the truth either. After a quick glance at Miko, Smokescreen knew what he had to say.
"Miko was teaching me how to use the Internet." Ratchet glowered at him.
"As if!" he snapped. "Now tell us what you were doing and what happened to Magnus."
"She seriously was teaching me about the Internet. I learned about Wikipedia, Google, Tumblr, eBay, Face-"
"She taught you what?" Optimus demanded, cutting Smokescreen off mid-word. Smokescreen's wings twitched slightly.
"About different human websites and how to use them."
"Not that, about which sites?" Optimus clarified.
"Tumblr and Facebook, Wikipedia, places like that," he said simply, believing he'd gotten away with his slip up. He'd gotten on the hope train too soon.
"And eBay, did you say?" Optimus inquired, his voice getting lower and colder with every word.
"Yes."
Everything made sense to Optimus at that moment.
"Did you sell Ultra Magnus on eBay?" Miko and Smokescreen exchanged sidelong glances, Miko nodding. Before Ratchet or Optimus could express their anger, Smokescreen transformed, his passenger door opening. Miko ran and jumped in. The door slammed and the seat belt wrapped around her chest as Smokescreen took off. Bulkhead groaned loudly as Ratchet threw several wrenches at Smokescreen. One hit his back wheel, sending him spinning, but the Praxian regained control and sped off into the night.
"I am going to murder that fragger!" Ratchet fumed. Optimus was just as angry as Ratchet. Miko had promised him that she wouldn't sell anything on eBay ever again. What would make her disobey him like that? Then it hit him. Magnus had been in charge, not him, and the teenager had seen that as her opportunity to strike again.
"Ratchet, contact Agent Fowler. We need to get Ultra Magnus as soon as possible."
"Of course, Optimus," Ratchet ground out, pulling up Fowler's comm. Optimus turned away, just being able to hear Ratchet mutter,
"I'm going to make them wish they'd never been created."
Optimus thought he was just getting his troops in order. Now he could see a war of wills breaking out. Sides would be chosen, pranks would be placed, and threats would be shared. Optimus prayed that that day was farther away than he thought.
A/N: Kinda short-ish, I know, but a small shot of muse only goes so far. Hope you enjoyed it! More to come ;) And please note that I have drug Magnus into the madness. Only bad things can come from this XD
~Nix