(G1) Red Alert/(BW) Inferno/Pet

Red Alert wasn't quiet sure what to make of the small, dancing in rage mech that was trapped behind the bars. He was so slagging tiny, no bigger then a human, small enough that it was a surprise that it was even alive, and let alone had a spark.

Of course, it's other features…

The Lamborghinis optics roved over the red paint job, listening idly to its threats of killing and maiming, until something caught his auditory receptor – "I'm going to burn you all to the slagging pit! Burn you hear me! Burn!"

Miniature flamethrowers spurted at Red Alert, missing the Lamborghini.

The Lamborghini stared at the miniature flamethrowers, before asking aloud, "What is your name?"

"It's Inferno you stupid glitching autobot!" The small mech hissed, glowering angrily.

Red Alerts faceplate twitched, once. Slowly the Lamborghini nodded, before standing calmly, to walk out of the room. There, he was greeted by a slightly anxious Inferno. "Red, are ya alright?"

"Pfft!" Red Alert desperately tried to stop the laugh that threatened to break out of his vocalizer. "Inferno-" The name was strangled, very much so. "-Please, go away."

"What?" Inferno jerked back, confused. "What's the matter Red? Was it something I did?"

"No- no…" Red Alerts shoulders shook. "It's just- just-"

Red Alert broke into gales of laughter as he pointed at the stunned Inferno. "Oh Primus Inferno- He's got your name."

"Wait, what? I thought you were talkin' to that little mech in there." Inferno made a vague movement at the brig, as Red Alert nodded, collapsing against the wall.

"Yes, and Inferno, he's practically you, in a rotten attitude. I'm going to Prime and I'm going to go ask if I can keep him." Red Alert giggled again, at Infernos adorably confused expression.

"Trust me Inferno, you'll like him a lot."

As Red Alert walked off with a smile on his lips, Inferno was left behind scratching the back of his head. "What just happened here?"

He entered into the brig in time to see the small mech shake his fist at the door. "Stupid Autobots! I dare you to come closer so I can melt you into slag!"

Infernos optic ridges rose, as he considered the small mech before him, before he obligingly knelt down close to the Decepticon. "C'mon, ah wanna see-"

The Autobot broke off as the Decepticon shot its flamethrowers at him, growling its serious displeasure as the fire threatened to gutter out on him. The Autobot scowled slightly. "Slag, must be my flame-dampening field. One moment."

Inferno rushed out of the brig after his mate.

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Optimus Prime wasn't sure what to make of the two pleading pair of optics. Usually he got insane requests from the aerial bots and mechs like them. Not his S.D. and residential fire expert. "Please Prime, can we keep him?"