Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 14]
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Title: Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 14]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
At the knock on his door, Smokescreen called out for whoever it was to come in. When both Mirage and Bumblebee appeared, he stalled, stared, then rebooted his optics.
“Right, I know this is unusual…”
The blue Ligier began, and the diversionary mech raised an optic ridge. “Unusual? You never come here if you can help it. Who are you and what have you done to Mirage and Bumblebee?” The Datsun grinned at both Ops mechs when they snickered, and gestured for them to sit down.
“So, what can I do for you? Mirage doesn’t need my help with his coding, since his creators planned for his current framing, but what about you, Bumblebee?”
The scout shook his head. “I’m keeping my programming as it is. Ratchet’s already been over the rough spots with me, and it’s unusual enough that the average hacker will be thrown by it, giving me a little more of the upper hand.”
“Alright. But Jazz? Why isn’t he with you? And he still hasn’t spoken to me about getting the flightless protocols. I thought he’d gotten them from Mirage and was working out how to fit the pieces together.”
“He hasn’t. In fact, he’s been hiding something from us. Again.” Bumblebee grumbled, but then sighed. “Well, not hiding, just avoiding the issue in his processors. It’s getting annoying. I want to shake him and tell him to get it over and done with, but ‘Raj keeps holding me back.”
Patiently the spy replied, as if he’d said the same thing numerous times before. “These things should not be rushed, ‘Bee.”
“Rushing is one thing, this is stalled, and Jazz needs a push. A good hard one, preferably into Prowl and then a storage closet we can lock until they’ve made out with each other.”
“ ‘Bee!” The yellow scout smirked at his scandalised teammate.
“What? You weren’t going to say it, but we both know Jazz wants Prowl. We just don’t know if our SIC will welcome the attention. Which is why we’ve come to you, Smokey.” The Volkswagen turned back to the psychologist at the last, and Smokescreen softly rumbled in consideration.
“Is that all? Well, easily solved. Prowl likes Jazz too. He’s just waiting for an opportunity to act on the notion. Only, with you three recently finding out about the seeker thing, he thought he’d give you some time to get used to it first. Didn’t want it to look like that was the reason for him approaching Jazz.” The blue Datsun sighed. “And I’d just managed to convince Prowl our head of Ops wouldn’t head for the hills when he did so too.”
“Um… Sorry?” Both Ops mechs looked abashed, and Smokescreen smirked.
“Nah. You can help me and Blue’ plot.”
= = =
“They’re plotting something.”
Prowl looked up at the black and white mech standing tense and still in his office, staring distractedly at the door, as if waiting for someone or something to leap through it and attack him. Quietly, he voiced his agreement. “I thought so too.”
“So… Find out and prevent or leave be?”
“I was thinking avoid altogether. Smokescreen and Bluestreak are trying too hard to keep me unawares. Which is suspicious in and of itself and usually means their plans are going to involve me in some manner. That they double their efforts whenever you are present indicates your inclusion.” There was a resigned note in his reply, and Jazz smiled at him.
“… Yeah. Good plan. ‘Bee and ‘Raj aren’t too good at hiding things from a trinemate just yet. But whatever it is, it involves you and me. And that makes me wanna chuck a wrench in the works, just to see what happens.” The Porsche rubbed his hands together with an expression of evil glee as Prowl hummed lightly in amusement.
“Then, how should we go about fouling their efforts?” The Ops mech blinked at the Datsun in surprise, not expecting Prowl to offer to voluntarily cause mayhem. The tactician shrugged, and Jazz shook his head, regaining his train of thought.
“… We could disappear for a day. This has been building for a while now, and I got subroutines muttering about it exploding soon, maybe even tomorrow. I hope to be well away from the Ark at that time. Teach them to plot against me.” The Porsche muttered, and the tactician sighed.
“Unfortunately, I can’t do that.”
“So take a fragging day off. Come up with some reason if you really need to justify it to your dutiful, workaholic aft, but take it. Optimus and Ratchet will check that it’s not snowing in the Pit, crash, then slagging run to the nearest console take you off duty.”
= = =
“I hadn’t realised you were serious about their processors crashing.”
“… Neither did I. How long has it been since you last took a break?”
The embarrassed silence that fell between them told Jazz all he needed to know.
“… Right. Never, I presume. Well, that explains Optimus’s fritz out. And Ratchet’s, after we got him to Prime’s office.”
“We did manage to reboot them.” Prowl still looked discomfited, and Jazz smiled.
“And we both have two days off now, instead of the one you asked for.”
“We do.”
“So, let’s get that little programming issue of mine fixed.” The Datsun couldn’t suppress his chuckle, and the Porsche snickered, pleased to have distracted the tactician. “Yeah yeah, Ratch’ would toasterify me if he heard that, so shhh. We’re still in his territory.”
“As you wish.” Prowl’s amusement didn’t fade, and Jazz beamed, tilting his helm aside to allow the tactician easier access to a data port.
“Hurry up, Prowler. The sooner we get my coding straightened out, the more of our time off we can squander on actual fun stuff!”
= = =
“Smokey?”
“Yeah, Blue’?”
“Can you get Prowl? He’s… Well, it’s not like he’s blocking me but it’s sorta like that and I can’t comm. him or find him.”
The blue Datsun stared at his worried trinemate, before attempting to contact their third, frowning at the response he got. “… That’s odd. He’s there, but it’s faint and he isn’t reacting to anything.”
The diversionary tactician’s door opened again, and both looked up at the mech entering, expression uneasy.
“Yes, Bumblebee?”
“I can’t contact Jazz. I checked the rosters; both he and Prowl are on leave.”
“What?”
The scout shrugged helplessly at their surprise. “Jazz isn’t in his quarters or the rec. room, Mirage says no one’s seen him since he refuelled this morning and Blaster says he hasn’t said anything about attending any off Ark events today.”
“Oh no. You think they caught on?” Bluestreak looked worried, and Bumblebee sighed.
“If they did, we’re gonna get it but good.”
All started when Mirage commed the Volkswagen. //Found them. I’m patching you into the vid feed.//
//Red Alert’s gonna yell at you again, ‘Raj.//
//He has to catch me doing it first.// Shaking his head at the smug reply, Bumblebee’s optics flared white in shock when the image played across his processors and he squeaked, prompting both Datsuns to ask him if he was alright.
“They’re in the med bay. And it looks like they’re… cuddling.”
Title: Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 14]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
At the knock on his door, Smokescreen called out for whoever it was to come in. When both Mirage and Bumblebee appeared, he stalled, stared, then rebooted his optics.
“Right, I know this is unusual…”
The blue Ligier began, and the diversionary mech raised an optic ridge. “Unusual? You never come here if you can help it. Who are you and what have you done to Mirage and Bumblebee?” The Datsun grinned at both Ops mechs when they snickered, and gestured for them to sit down.
“So, what can I do for you? Mirage doesn’t need my help with his coding, since his creators planned for his current framing, but what about you, Bumblebee?”
The scout shook his head. “I’m keeping my programming as it is. Ratchet’s already been over the rough spots with me, and it’s unusual enough that the average hacker will be thrown by it, giving me a little more of the upper hand.”
“Alright. But Jazz? Why isn’t he with you? And he still hasn’t spoken to me about getting the flightless protocols. I thought he’d gotten them from Mirage and was working out how to fit the pieces together.”
“He hasn’t. In fact, he’s been hiding something from us. Again.” Bumblebee grumbled, but then sighed. “Well, not hiding, just avoiding the issue in his processors. It’s getting annoying. I want to shake him and tell him to get it over and done with, but ‘Raj keeps holding me back.”
Patiently the spy replied, as if he’d said the same thing numerous times before. “These things should not be rushed, ‘Bee.”
“Rushing is one thing, this is stalled, and Jazz needs a push. A good hard one, preferably into Prowl and then a storage closet we can lock until they’ve made out with each other.”
“ ‘Bee!” The yellow scout smirked at his scandalised teammate.
“What? You weren’t going to say it, but we both know Jazz wants Prowl. We just don’t know if our SIC will welcome the attention. Which is why we’ve come to you, Smokey.” The Volkswagen turned back to the psychologist at the last, and Smokescreen softly rumbled in consideration.
“Is that all? Well, easily solved. Prowl likes Jazz too. He’s just waiting for an opportunity to act on the notion. Only, with you three recently finding out about the seeker thing, he thought he’d give you some time to get used to it first. Didn’t want it to look like that was the reason for him approaching Jazz.” The blue Datsun sighed. “And I’d just managed to convince Prowl our head of Ops wouldn’t head for the hills when he did so too.”
“Um… Sorry?” Both Ops mechs looked abashed, and Smokescreen smirked.
“Nah. You can help me and Blue’ plot.”
= = =
“They’re plotting something.”
Prowl looked up at the black and white mech standing tense and still in his office, staring distractedly at the door, as if waiting for someone or something to leap through it and attack him. Quietly, he voiced his agreement. “I thought so too.”
“So… Find out and prevent or leave be?”
“I was thinking avoid altogether. Smokescreen and Bluestreak are trying too hard to keep me unawares. Which is suspicious in and of itself and usually means their plans are going to involve me in some manner. That they double their efforts whenever you are present indicates your inclusion.” There was a resigned note in his reply, and Jazz smiled at him.
“… Yeah. Good plan. ‘Bee and ‘Raj aren’t too good at hiding things from a trinemate just yet. But whatever it is, it involves you and me. And that makes me wanna chuck a wrench in the works, just to see what happens.” The Porsche rubbed his hands together with an expression of evil glee as Prowl hummed lightly in amusement.
“Then, how should we go about fouling their efforts?” The Ops mech blinked at the Datsun in surprise, not expecting Prowl to offer to voluntarily cause mayhem. The tactician shrugged, and Jazz shook his head, regaining his train of thought.
“… We could disappear for a day. This has been building for a while now, and I got subroutines muttering about it exploding soon, maybe even tomorrow. I hope to be well away from the Ark at that time. Teach them to plot against me.” The Porsche muttered, and the tactician sighed.
“Unfortunately, I can’t do that.”
“So take a fragging day off. Come up with some reason if you really need to justify it to your dutiful, workaholic aft, but take it. Optimus and Ratchet will check that it’s not snowing in the Pit, crash, then slagging run to the nearest console take you off duty.”
= = =
“I hadn’t realised you were serious about their processors crashing.”
“… Neither did I. How long has it been since you last took a break?”
The embarrassed silence that fell between them told Jazz all he needed to know.
“… Right. Never, I presume. Well, that explains Optimus’s fritz out. And Ratchet’s, after we got him to Prime’s office.”
“We did manage to reboot them.” Prowl still looked discomfited, and Jazz smiled.
“And we both have two days off now, instead of the one you asked for.”
“We do.”
“So, let’s get that little programming issue of mine fixed.” The Datsun couldn’t suppress his chuckle, and the Porsche snickered, pleased to have distracted the tactician. “Yeah yeah, Ratch’ would toasterify me if he heard that, so shhh. We’re still in his territory.”
“As you wish.” Prowl’s amusement didn’t fade, and Jazz beamed, tilting his helm aside to allow the tactician easier access to a data port.
“Hurry up, Prowler. The sooner we get my coding straightened out, the more of our time off we can squander on actual fun stuff!”
= = =
“Smokey?”
“Yeah, Blue’?”
“Can you get Prowl? He’s… Well, it’s not like he’s blocking me but it’s sorta like that and I can’t comm. him or find him.”
The blue Datsun stared at his worried trinemate, before attempting to contact their third, frowning at the response he got. “… That’s odd. He’s there, but it’s faint and he isn’t reacting to anything.”
The diversionary tactician’s door opened again, and both looked up at the mech entering, expression uneasy.
“Yes, Bumblebee?”
“I can’t contact Jazz. I checked the rosters; both he and Prowl are on leave.”
“What?”
The scout shrugged helplessly at their surprise. “Jazz isn’t in his quarters or the rec. room, Mirage says no one’s seen him since he refuelled this morning and Blaster says he hasn’t said anything about attending any off Ark events today.”
“Oh no. You think they caught on?” Bluestreak looked worried, and Bumblebee sighed.
“If they did, we’re gonna get it but good.”
All started when Mirage commed the Volkswagen. //Found them. I’m patching you into the vid feed.//
//Red Alert’s gonna yell at you again, ‘Raj.//
//He has to catch me doing it first.// Shaking his head at the smug reply, Bumblebee’s optics flared white in shock when the image played across his processors and he squeaked, prompting both Datsuns to ask him if he was alright.
“They’re in the med bay. And it looks like they’re… cuddling.”
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:18 pm (UTC)*snickerfitded*
Awesome chapter! =D
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:21 pm (UTC)Glad you like ^_^
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:27 pm (UTC)*is revived*
Your welcome! ^_^
*feeds and gently pokes the bunnies*
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Date: 2009-05-01 04:44 pm (UTC)“I hadn’t realized you were serious about their processors crashing.”
“… Neither did I." - FTW!
Love it!
~JadeTarma
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Date: 2009-05-02 02:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 05:14 pm (UTC)Oh Prowl. How we love your little workaholic self. <3
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Date: 2009-05-01 06:36 pm (UTC)“… Neither did I. How long has it been since you last took a break?”
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“Yeah yeah, Ratch’ would toasterify me if he heard that, so shhh. We’re still in his territory.”
ROTFLMAO
So glad you've updated!
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Date: 2009-05-02 02:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-01 08:55 pm (UTC)Muahaha!
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Date: 2009-05-02 12:13 am (UTC)lovelike you sooooooooooooooooo much!!!The trines plotting to get their respective leaders together. Said leaders foil their plotting but end up exactly where they wanted them to be. Double processor-crash of Optimus and Ratchet at Prowl taking time off after Primus-only-knows how long is totally FTW!!! Please tell me that during their little coding-exchange, they find out how they really feel about each other and go straight to the smexing!
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Date: 2009-05-02 01:04 am (UTC)*feeds the bunnies. feeds them shamelessly*
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Date: 2009-05-02 01:51 am (UTC)nice update btw ;D
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Date: 2009-05-02 04:27 am (UTC)Jazz sure gathered his courage up since the last chapter. Or is it the plotting that really got him going? ;) I'm joining eerian_sadow with the sheer joy of reading this chapter!
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:00 am (UTC)...should you find bunnies where 'Raj gets a bit chatty like Blue.
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Date: 2009-05-08 12:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-16 12:42 am (UTC)illigitimate childverse*(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-16 05:18 pm (UTC)