Transformers (c) Hasbro

Yell

Prowl sighed as he signed off on another datapad and reached for the next one. His hand met empty air, and he looked up. The stack of work that he had left was gone. He stared at the empty inbox, then frowned. He knew he hadn't finished all of it, and he hadn't heard the doors open. His optics narrowed. There were only a handful of mechs who would dare to take off with his paperwork and hide it.

Fortunately the list was fairly small, the mechs being either Jazz, Sideswipe, or Ratchet. He immediately ruled Jazz out, as the other mech was on a mission, and Ratchet was busy patching up Wheeljack after he blew himself to the pit and back after getting his servos on Nitroglycerin. So, that left Sideswipe.

Prowl walked out of his office, and after quickly pinging Red Alert for Sideswipe's location, headed to the rec room. He could hear Sideswipe long before he saw him.

"Ooh! A piece a' candy!"

There was the sound of simulated gunfire, then – "Killing spree! Player 1 winner!"

Prowl entered the rec room just in time to see Sunstreaker give Sideswipe a filthy glare. Sideswipe grinned at him, then the grin faded as he saw Prowl. His optics widened a split second before he took off, the controller still falling as he ran.

Prowl shot after him, both leaving a thoroughly confused Sunstreaker behind. "Get back here, Sideswipe!"

Sideswipe transformed into his alt mode, and tore down the halls, Prowl transforming right behind him, sirens blaring. They shot past Jazz, who was walking back from his mission. Jazz twisted, and reset his optics a couple of times before acknowledging that yes, his best friend was indeed chasing Sideswipe down the road, and that no, he wasn't seeing things.

Sunstreaker met him at the entrance. "Any ideas what that's about?" he asked Jazz.

Jazz snorted. "Ya kiddin' meh? Ah jus' got back from blowin' th' pit outta th' 'Cons, an' yer askin' meh what's goin' on? Ah ain't got a clue."

Sunstreaker grinned. "We're about to find out. Prowl caught him."

Jazz turned and burst out laughing. Prowl was dragging Sideswipe back to the Ark by his ankle, and Sideswipe was trying to get free.

Prowl shifted his grip, and dragged the red frontliner upright. "Where are they?"

Sideswipe crossed his arms. "Where are what?"

"My datapads, you fragger."

Jazz and Sunstreaker exchanged looks. It wasn't often Prowl swore.

Sideswipe blinked then gave Prowl a cocky grin. "I'll tell you if you don't throw me in the brig. You throw me in, you won't find them."

A slow, mildly frightening smile curled Prowl's mouth. "Do you want to bet, Sideswipe?"

Sideswipe's smile didn't fade in the least. In fact, it grew cockier. "Yeah. I'll take that bet."

Sunstreaker eyed Prowl, who merely smiled at the red frontliner. Something didn't feel right, and he had the sinking suspicion that Prowl already had the datapads back. His suspicions were confirmed with Prowl's next words.

"You owe me a week in the brig, followed by medbay duty with Ratchet for two days." Prowl said.

Sideswipe's optics widened. "What? We didn't even set the conditions of the bet!"

"We didn't have to. I already have my work back."

"What? How?"

"I lifted them from your subspace compartment as I dragged you back." Prowl said sweetly, causing Jazz to burst out laughing at the dumbfounded expression on Sideswipe's face. "You really ought to find a new place. I know all of your hiding spots."

Sunstreaker shook his head as Sideswipe was dragged off. He slid a look to Jazz, who looked highly entertained. "He didn't stand a chance, did he?"

Jazz shook his head and grinned as he followed the golden frontliner into the Ark. "Nope. Not at all."