The SMURCKER!!

Omie: I own only myself, and this thingy you *might* call the plot.

Ratchet: This slagging thing has a plot?

Omie: Ummm...yes?

Ratchet: -_- Thought as much.

Omie: Riiight, ANY-who the Auto-Doc-Bot here is kind-of right this is what happens when Sideswipe and I get bored.

Ratchet: Primus forbid.

“MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!”

Ratchet looked up from his ‘paper’ work at the laugh, err, cackle was more like it.  The door to the Med Bay was open so he saw the blue blob that was one of his bond mates.  Omicron laughed again as she raced passed the door, holding a glowing sphere in her hands.  A moment after she left Sideswipe ran passed too, yelling at the smaller Predacon.

“I’M GOING TO GET YOU!!!!!!!!!”

“MOVING THAT SLOW YOU'RE NOT!!!  HAHAHA!!!!”

Ratchet just stared at the wall just past the door, after three blissful minutes of nothingness he went back to work.  The Chief Medical Officer wasn’t the only one to see the two young bots though.

Optimus Prime looked on in what might have been wonder, as he, Red Alert and Inferno watched the two young warriors reseal on the ground just outside of the Ark’s main entrance.

It was clear to see that Sideswipe was going easy on the smaller, lighter framed fem.  Even so Omicron was having a hard time, being the least experienced of the two, not to mention half Sideswipe’s size...  All this activity, as well as the curses and insults coming from the two, was caused be one little energy ball.  Both froze as the said ball rolled away from them and stopped as it thumped against Prime’s foot.

The two’s optics were locked on to the ball as Optimus bent to pick it up and inspect it.  Maybe he could find out why it seemed so important to his two warriors?  He looked back up at Inferno’s laughter, and smiled inwardly himself.

Sideswipe and Omicron were in what was a (very) humorous position (if one was to go by Inferno’s howls of laughter).   Omicron’s left foot was braced against the red warrior’s right arm; he in turn had a hold of her tail with his right hand.  Omie had her fangs in/on his neck (kind of looked like she was give him a hicky…O~o) yet was under him partly so she was half pinned.  Sideswipe had his left foot on Queen’s right leg, and right knee on her right forearm. 

All in all it seemed to be hilarious, Inferno was now laughing his aft off on the ground.  Red Alert was just starring and trying to figure out how the two got into that position.  Prime just shook his head as the two younger bots still had their optics looked on to the ball in his hand.

“Murrph err nurcb bither?” Omicron said around her fang hold.

“What?” Red Alert’s optics flashed a blink.

“Can we have the Oh-So-Shiny-Ball-Of-Dreams back?” Sideswipe said translating

“MiphIT!” Omicron made a face.

“Yes I know you said that but they didn’t.”

“Uhh...miph.” she shrugged (as best as one could with a bot two times bigger then yourself on top of you) her optics still on the ball.

“What is going on?!?!” Red Alert seemed to come out of what ever form of shock he was in.  Now back to his over-the-top-paranoid-self, as he GLARED at the two on the ground.

Omicron grinned as she stopped giving Sideswipe a hicky and looked at the chief of security.

((Author’s note: Sorry!! I couldn’t resist. -_- I have such a whacked out mind right now...Hehehe...))

“THERE’S A SMURCKER CRAWLING UP YOUR SHORTS!!!!!!!!!!” She yelled at him,  then joined Side’ at laughing at poor, poor Red...

Optimus and Inferno looked on in amusement as Red finally got it and off he went to teach the two ‘How-to-properly-respect-your-superior-officer!’ The poor, poor Predacon female didn’t know what had hit her as she and her partner-in-crime were stunned into a silent shock of boredom.

“And here I thought it was going to be a dull day!” Inferno said grinning.