Author's Notes: Friends and coworkers are great at times and other times; you must resist the urge to throttle them for the messes they drag you into. Onward to dealing with the unexpected.

Drabble 212

::Trouble! We got to roll Hound! :: Cliffjumper

The green armored scout held still, keeping his cover intact as more seekers flew overhead. Cliffjumper's encrypted message was hardly surprising. Their stealth mission was near completion, then two explosions rocked the area. And the red minibot not appearing at the rendezvous point a big indicator of why or rather who.

::What happened? You challenge Megatron again or slagged Starscream off?:: Hound

::I messed up. Big time:: Cliffjumper

::Given your daily activities, you're going to have to be more specific:: Hound deep vented, relaying a call for help to the other Autobots.

Drabble 213

"The answer is let Ironhide handle it."

Major Lennox paused planning, looking up to see his wife smiling while stretched out on the couch. "Type that in and come join me for a movie."

"He is not the answer to everything."

"Try it. Meteor or comet crash?"

"Ironhide verifies."

"Chased by a crocodile?"

"Run zig zag. They can't make sharp turns."

"If it corners you?" she prodded.

"Ironhide would blast."

"Decepticon tank?" His wife challenged.

"Defeated at Mission City. Seekers too."

"One more. Annabelle guardian while I show you how much I missed my husband."

"Ironhide works. Missed me huh?"

Drabble 214

"Ironhide, you cannot peel Wheeljack's armor off in retaliation."

"But Annabelle! After what he did?"

"Put it in neutral!" Prime commanded his weapon's officer. "Wheeljack coated her hair to remain in place for the party. He had no ill intent for the youngling."

"His coating permanently styled it!"

"He had a spray to undo it the next joor," Prime stated.

"Which he forgot to use because our inventor was in med bay from injuries obtained during a surprise Decepticon attack," Ratchet grumbled. "There was only one solution for Annabelle's continuing health and safety. Mrs. Lennox approved."

"I didn't approve it."

Drabble 215

::Hiding in plain sight:: Wheeljack sent, his repairs ongoing in med bay.

"How plain?" Jazz pondered, his visor scanning the inventor's lab. The clusters of tables and scientific gear strewn everywhere made him hesitant to physically search. The melted counters and metal shards embedded across the ceiling a warning.

::Could you be more specific mech?:: Jazz prodded

::Fire extinguisher on the wall. Top is coolant, underneath a hidden chamber:: Wheeljack

::A wise choice actually:: Jazz

:: Insulting at the time gifted. I mean how cliché?::

::Because your projects might explode?::

:: Too tiny! Human sized for my work. Pfft:: Wheeljack

Drabble 216

Annabelle walked in, her bald head shining in the light. The Transformers winced, use to seeing her long blonde hair. "See? Mommy shaved all the sticky off."

"You look…" Ironhide trailed off as he knelt.

"It's ok. Bumblebee gave me a present to make it all better while it grows back." Reaching in her backpack, Annabelle pulled out a small grey helmet. She slid it on, the shape matching Ironhide's helm. "Now I look like a hero. Like you," she smiled.

"We will paint it black. Then you will. Love you sparkling." He hugged her close, relieved.

"Love you Hide."