Disclaimer: Me no own the TFs. Just myself.
*BOOM!*
“What the-?!” I jumped, did a flip in mid-air, and landed on my tail on the floor. Ouch.
Pulling myself up so I was leaning on the recharge berth I saw I wasn’t the only one who had been yanked out of sleep.
“What in Primus’ holy slagging name is going on?!” Ratchet glared at the door that led out into the hall.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. Ignore. Sleep now love.” I heaved myself back into the berth and all but dragged Ratchet back in too.
“It could be the Decepticons…” the stubborn bot tried to leave and go to the door, most likely to try and fined out what had happened.
“SIDESWIPE!!!!!!! GET BACK HERE YOU #$@%@!%!!!!!!!!!!!” Sunstreaker yelled as a both he and his twin’s footsteps ran by our door.
“Never. Mined.” Ratchet growled and slid back in the spot and role he was supposed to be right now. My heat source. ^_^
I curled up on my bonded’s side, tail raping around his leg, and we both started to fall back into a blissful sleep. Well we tried to, but it seamed that SOME Autobots didn’t want ANYONE to have a good night’s recharge.
*Crash!* *Wham!* *Thud!* *FoOM!!!!*
“Primus, here we go again”
“Hisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…”
I activated one optic as I hissed at the door. Ratchet snorted before rolling over on his side, his back to the door, and raped his arms around me.
“Take your own advice bonded, ignore them.” He said softly, if a bit annoyed.
“Humph.” I shifted to a more comfortable position, and tried to loss my self in—
“SIDESWIPE!! SUNSTREAKER!!!! Get ya’ slagging aft’s out of ‘ere NOW!” Ironhide’s voice came from down the hall, but the twins kept on fighting, right in front of our door.
I lifted my head and was about to tell the tree that if they didn’t stop in the next five cycles I was going to make them wish they were back in stasis lock. Sill me, should have known it wasn’t going to be that simple…
“Why you, Autobot, call me, Slag?”
“…….primus……” Ratchet whimpered and buried his face in his bright red palm.
“Ah wasn’t talken ta’ ya’!”
“Get OVER here my DEAR brother!”
“HAHAHHAHAHAHA!! You look GROOVY Sunny!”
“Then why you call me, Slag?!”
“Ah DIDN'T ya’ bozo!”
“AHAHAHEHEHAHAHE--”
“SIDESWIPE!!!”
Ratchet slowly, very slowly, moved his arms away from me and, with out making any sudden movements moved to the side so I could get off the berth and make my way to the door. Not that I blame him, every thing was in a red haze as I moved.
*BANG!!!*
I slammed the door open and stepped out into the hall that was in many forms of chaos.
“Can’t you people just LET ME SLEEP?!?!?!?!?!!?!”
Hound, Trailbreaker and Mirage (who had come to see what all the nose was about) had just rounded the corner in time to see me live up to my name. With optics burning bright red, I let lose an ice blast coring every thing in a thing lair of said ice. Then, satisfied that all was quite to my liking, I turned back to my heat source and bonded as well as the recharge berth that was so inviting.
The three who were unfrozen watched me go back, and the door slide close behind me. After some odd minutes they couldn’t hold it back any more and started to snicker.
“I can still HEAR you…” I called.
They wisely shut up and left the four new ice sculptures in the hallway.