Prank gone wrong 8

One fine day Sideswipe went too far with his seemingly harmless prank. That practically all you need to know.

|•| Change of location/Change POV
"Normal talk"
/Bond talk/

'Thoughts'

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Chapter eight

|•| Meeting room 2100

"Why ye glitch-processed, half-defragged, smelter-swimming scrap heap! Ye had pushed ye pranks too far! An' ah speak fer all of us!"

"Hey! How was I supposed to know this would happen! I didn't know that there was some Cyber-bullcrap inside! Blame the inventor!"

"He started everything! Look what happened! I should've locked the lab up! Who knows what might happen next! If all of you had listened to me and not blame my paranoia! "

"Cybergise was a sensitive chemical! I didn't pour it back into the dispenser! Who follows the rules anyways! And you said it was Prowl who did it? I think you got to get your optics check!"

"I do not need a medical checkup! And besides our medic is now a sparkling! This is a catastrophe! This is a disaster! Primus must've cursed us all!"

"Shud up! Ah'll tear ye limb from ye socket an' beat ye over the cranial unit with it! It's all ye fault fraggers! I speak fer Ratch!"

"This ought to be the most illogical; most stupidest thing you had done in your entire life ever since you rolled off the assembly line! And I speak for Prowl!"

"Ah didn't want Prowler to be ah sparklin' Primus above! Ah just wanted him ta relax! Calm down mechs!"

"Calm down? Calm down? Ye fraggers! Whose gonna fix ye up if ye get yerself slagged huh? Whose gonna keep da crew intact on da battlezone? This's ah big issue!"

"Ah wasn't talking ta you 'Hide! I don't slagging care what ya think! Don't ya think ah didn't know what ya did! You slagged Sunstreaker and Mirage! Not ta mention ya ah officer. Rule number one! No attacking other Autobots!"

"If 'Jack didn't create those pit-spawn energon-spikers this wouldn't happen!"

"I was doing it for the greater good of the Autobots! Increasing processor capability is a fantastic invention! How was I supposed to know somebot would fiddle with my equipment! Stop tossing the blame onto me!"

"This is ye entire fault! It failed! Look at ma bondmate! He's reduced ta this! You fragger!"

"What?! NO! You're the fragger!"

"What? What the frag did I-"

"EVERYBOT SHUT UP!"

Optimus slammed his servos onto the metal desk. Datapads flew, stylus' rolled off the surface and everybot immediately offlined their vocalizers. Optimus glared at his officers. Optics flashing with such fury and intensity that it would've send even the toughest Decepticon fleeing into the hills.

"I would not tolerate such behavior. All of you! Get back to your seats! Primus... Anybot would've guessed that I was leading an army of half-cracked, exploding expletives glitches that quarrel childishly among themselves then an army of Autobot warriors!" The Prime growled as he admonished the bots infront of him.

Ironhide glared daggers at Sideswipe as he placed the sparkling Ratchet on his lap. Smokescreen, siting in the position substituting as Prowl, had a tired look on his faceplate as he tried not to lose his grip on his wriggling turned sparkling brother. First Aid, acting as the current CMO, had his visor offlined and was the only one that did not contribute to the quarrel. He didn't have enough energy for that.

Hound was present there as witness for the 'investigation' and Red Alert as the mech who was monitoring the cameras and had all the tapes recorded. Both of them sat back on their seats and mirrored each other by crossing their arms around their chassis. Sideswipe and Jazz, who had been let out of the brig to attend the 'meeting', were seated at the other side of the long table with Wheeljack who was nervously twiddling his thumbs. A human gesture he had picked out apon crash-landing on this planet.

Suddenly, Prowl shot out of Smokescreen's grip and clambered onto the table. Despite the older Datsun's groan and a vain attempt to get him back Prowl stayed siting in the center of the table. He tilted his helm to the side stared at the nine mechs plus sparkling and chirruped. Sticking his glossa out at his older brother, the black and white then proceeded to putting a digit into his mouth.

Smokescreen slapped a servo to his faceplate and tried to dig an invisible pit to hide his helm into the ground. Wheeljack managed to grab the datapad before it was shoved off the desk by his former SIC. Hound knew better to touch another sparkling again and did his best to scoot away. Jazz cooed and started making cute noises at how adorable the normally stoic Datsun was.

First Aid decided to close one optic on the situation.

Optimus decided to close both optics on the situation.

"Remove Prowl off the desk." The words seemed to be stuck in their leader's throat at the unusual sentence. Had he ever asked Prowl to get off the desk? Jazz yes, to get his peds off. Ratchet, well the previous Ratchet, to get his helm off the desk and gently reminding him that he only slept on berths. But never Prowl.

Sideswipe jumped up and tried to grab Prowl off but stop mid-leap and decided that he had already caused enough trouble for the day. Red Alert tried to get the tiny Datsun but ended up slamming his helm onto the table. First Aid would have to nurse another dent. Prowl giggled as his baby blue optics shone, whirling with emotion never expressed before. It was quite a sight. Optimus had to take several shots. One bot would never see something like this ever again.

Blackmail was another thing.

When Ironhide had broken the news about his bondmate being a sparkling he thought he had seen it all. But no... It could be anybot. But Prowl? No in his entire list of bots Prowl had never been in it. Optimus quietly admitted that he actually enjoyed seeing his former SIC in this way. But in all greatness..., he needed to discuss these...different matters like how Bluestreak had said it; he needed Prowl to get off the desk.

Wow that even sounded wrong in his processor.

The sparkling Ratchet squealed and wanted to follow his fellow sparkling but Ironhide firmly held on to his waist.

"Nuh-uh. We're having ah meeting now. Prowl. Getoff tis instance! Don't let meh count ta three!"

The black and white Datsun squeaked at the sound of his name. He turned around but set his turf. He wasn't going to get off.

"Two!"

Or maybe he will.

"One!"

In a flash he threw himself onto the lap of the big red mech. Ratchet smiled broadly and hugged his newest friend. Prowl giggled again and rubbed the edges of the grey chevron. The former CMO's tiny engines purred and grappled for the red chevron infront of him. The mechs crowded around the bodyguard and gazed at the two sparklings. They had to suppress a soft 'aww' at the sight. Later Red will also admit that he found that cute.

With surprising gentleness, Ironhide placed both sparklings onto the floor under the desk. Crouching so he was optic to optic with them, he told them.

"Ratch? Prowl? Be quite fe me? Ah'll give y'all energon candy after this if ye two stay down there an' be silent 'kay?"

Both mechs turned sparklings nodded eagerly. Energon candy sounded wonderful! Prowl grabbed Ratchet's wrist and dragged him under the table. Ratchet struggled and tried to yank his small black servos from his own red sensitive once.

He didn't like the dark. The underside of the table was too dark. Prowl flashed his small dental and tugged the other sparking that had seemed to be stuck. Why wasn't he moving? So the black sparkling resorted to force.

Prowl shoved the smaller sparkling onto the ground. Sizing up he pushed Ratchet's helm down and promptly sat on the other smaller sparklings. The red and white sparkling let out an audio-piercing wail squashed under his larger friend. Ironhide jumped up in shock and slammed his helm on the underside of the long table. A mini-earthquake shook the room as energon cubes and more 'pads fell over the edge. Smokescreen had to run over to the other side to pluck his brother off the smaller sparkling whist First Aid trudged up. His presence there was more to help the vetran warrior check that dent, then the two squabbling mini-mechs tacking on the ground. Jazz half-sparkedly helped him up trying his best to muffle his impending laughter.

"I'm so sorry… aww scrap. Prowl! That was uncalled for! Apologize!" The flustered blue and white Datsun spluttered as a very cross Ironhide scooped his bondmate off the ground.

"It's 'kay Smoke. Sparklin' tend ta fight 'mong themselves anyways. Not like Ratch was hurt. Hush hush sweetspark. Ah'm here. Just try not ta get beaten up by lil Prowler over there yeah?"

Inappropriate snickering sounded from the other side of the table but he'll ignore it for now.

"Smokescreen…It has been an insanely long day. Just… just get Prowl up. I want to get this over and done with." Optimus kept his voice steady, trying his hardest not to just snap there and then. Not even one whole day had passed. All he wanted to do was to handle this absurd situation and get back to his berth. Maybe if he woke up everything would be back to normal.

Thoroughly embarrassed, the now leading tactician snatched Prowl and held him firmly in his arms. Ironhide handed a datapad to Ratchet as the sparkling begun to watch cartoons. Finally there was peace. Optimus cleared his vocalizer and finally begun the meeting. That took twenty minutes. He would thank the unmakers if he could finished this before 11pm.

"So let's start. Wheeljack? Should you like to kindly explain to all of us what in the name of all things holy did you do to our two officers?" Optimus folded his servos on the edge of his desk eyeing the in inventor. All of a sudden the smooth glass surface of the table seems very interesting as the green and white inventor ducked his helm.

"Well I created this chemical called Cybergise. Cybergise is odourless chemical that dissolves in mid-grade to carrying it's effects. It increases processor functions and intelligence. It expands the capacity of storing for information and thus would cause the bot to be smarter-"

"Do you think we're not smart enough for you Wheeljack?" Hound retorted.

"All thanks to your invention, Ironhide went bonkers just now to save Ratchet and almost tore Mirage's chassis apart! Now he had to spend two days in the Medbay!"

All helms turned to face the red warrior.

"You slagged Mirage that badly?"

"Really mech really?"

"'Raj loves sparklin's! He used ta take care of dem at ta youth centres back on Cybertron. And fe free too!"

"Hold up!" Smokescreen yelled over the ruckus before Optimus opened his mouth to silence the officers again.

"I don't know much but all I know is that the reason why Prowl is how he is now is due to the fact that First Aid injected the wrong energon into his lines-"

"What! I thought he was trustworthy! Is he trying to poison us all?! Primus! He's our medic! He shouldn't- WAGGHAHHHHH!"

Red Alert who interrupted shrieked in mid-sentence and flew out of his chair. His audio horns sparked blue, an indication of an impending crash. He shook, and shook his digit to the thing under the desk.

"Th-that... Th-thing l-l-licke-d my-y a-ankle!"

First Aid got out of his chair for the third time in that meeting to ensure that the paranoid security director did not crash. Mechs poked their helms under the table only to be greeted by two glowing orbs of blue. Ratchet sat there giggling madly. He stuck out his glossa and blew raspberries at the jittery Lamborghini. Optics sparkling mischievously.

It seemed that he had lost interest in cartoons and gotten used to the darkness under the desk. Prowl wriggled from his older brother's arms again. The older Datsun bit back an obscenity. Not again! But in Smokescreen defence, Prowl didn't crawl back up onto the table, he crawled right under. Both sparklings laughed and started a mini tussle beneath the meeting table.

"Phram... Ah think we betta make this quick. Ah don't thin- ARHHH LITTLE FRAGGERS!- they are going to recharge or stay in one- RATCHET GET OFF MY PED!- place!" His bodyguard offlined his reflexes so as to not kick the sparkling in the faceplates. He tried not to rage. It was his bondmate. His bondmate...

'Don't slag him. He's only a sparkling. Only a cute defenceless sparkling...' The words repeated itself over and over in his processor like a mantra.

It took all of Optimus' effort not to jump up in fright and slam his knees up onto the base of his seat as he felt small servos wrap around his ankles. Ignore them. Don't think. Don't remember. Yes. Yes. There're two sparklings that were once his two most responsible officers that he relied on heavily. Don't worry it's just Prowl and Ratchet under the table. Currently childishly annoying the pit out of him.

That's it. That entire thought felt wrong. For Prowl and Ratchet, childish or annoying never came together in the same sentence.

'Yes. Prime there's nothing you should worry about. Just get on with the meeting...' He deadpanned exasperatedly to himself. He raised his servo and the mechs immediately went quiet.

"Everybot calm your transistors. Wheeljack please continue. This time nobot interrupt! Ignore the sparklings. Do not... -Primus! Stop poking my ankle!- entertain them!"

Optimus lowered his servo and grabbed the barnacle that seemed to have fused with his plating. He picked his former CMO up and lifted him on his lap as Wheeljack stood to speak again. Ironhide was seated at the edge of his seat. Wanting to get his cheeky mate back before he caused anymore trouble.

"Ratchet behave! You don't want me to scold you infront of Ironhide would you?" Optimus narrowed his optics and said firmly. The red and white sparkling squealed and shook his helm wildly. He might be a tiny sparkling but he knew that this big bot wasn't very pleased with him. There was this strong powerful essence emitting from his spark and Ratchet decided to obey him. Dipping his helm, Ratchet snuggled beside the red and blue amour. His red servos pressed against the surface of his lazercore where The Matrix of leadership was kept. The Prime felt oddly touched by the gesture. The outright show of trust was indeed rare.

Smokescreen must've managed to recover his brother as Optimus saw a small black and white bundle on his lap. Hopefully Prowl would stay there for a while. First Aid sat next to Red Alert. To monitor the security director's health. But the young medic looked worse-off then anybot there. A pang of pity was felt in his spark as Prime made a mental note to monitor the temporary CMO himself. With one servo around the helm of his former CMO and the nod of acknowledgement to his bodyguard, Optimus gave Wheeljack the que to speak again.

He just wanted to get this done and over with.

|•| A/N

I'm back! So I'd just finished my GCEOs and my life is absolutely free right now. Yay! So ya'll can expect more updates :) Sorry I had to cut it here. It was getting way too long. Part two of the meeting is coming in this week! Thank you for the support in the last chapter. I wish not to dwell you guys into my own family matters but I felt that this particular PGW story really reflected my family too. Hey if anyone of you are having family problems don't keep it bottled up yeah? It's best to tell a friend about it. Or write about it like what I did because I can never trust my own voice sometimes. Sorry if it seems like I'm deglecting my other stories. I just happen to love this plot and idea of this one more. Haha hope ya'll are enjoying this story as much as I am enjoying writing it :)

Peace out!

-Thedarkestcon