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25 April 2008 @ 10:01 pm
Bouncing Balls 2  
 

Title:  Bouncing Balls 2
Rating:  T
Characters/Pairings:  Prowl & Jazz
Warnings:  Mech x Mech interfacing mentioned.  If you don't like, please don't read.
Universe:  G1

Summary:  The Prank moves on.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains.  They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended.


The tiny brightly colored rubber balls just kept pouring out of his office and flooding their bouncing and rolling way down the hall.  As Prowl stood and stared, he caught his battle computer starting to calculate the number of balls and determinedly ordered it to stop.  He firmly decided he really didn’t need to know how many hundred thousands of the things there were.  And there surely were that many.   Prowl instead opened a comm. line to his mate.  “Jazz, Prowl, would you please report to my office.” 

 “Prowl, Jazz, on my way.”  So Prowl stood at the doorway, as the bouncing rubber balls continued to steadily vacate his office, pouring out the door from what surely was every available inch of space, from ceiling to floor in his office and racing down the hall in both directions from where he stood.  He reluctantly gave the Lamborghini Twins credit for patience.  After all, it had been close to four earth months since this prank had been targeted at them.

Jazz was two steps from the intersection that would take him to the hall for the command element’s offices when he wobbled slightly as he stepped on uneven ground.  A surprised glance downward followed by a quick grimace of the mouth before he blanked his expression as he registered what he had stepped on.  Uh oh, he now knew what Prowl was about. 

Prowl smirked to himself as his mate cautiously stepped his way down the hall. “Jazz, did you not promise me 109 days ago, wonderful interfacing that night though it was, that if I allowed the storage of certain boxes by you, in our quarters, as a benevolent gesture for an unnamed third party, that upon the granting of a 24 hour furlough to Inferno and Red Alert, I would never see nor be bothered by said boxes or their contents again?”

Jazz wilted, he remembered that night pretty well, he had completely dodged answering Prowl’s initial irritation and question about the boxes by initiating a heavy bout of interfacing, then snuck the agreement out of his highly sated mate who had been more than half way into recharge when Jazz had brought it back up.  The furlough had been granted the next morning, Inferno had happily drug Red off by that afternoon and the boxes were gone by that evening, having been retrieved by their original owners.  Now, he could put on the outward perfect angel act, or he could craftily sidestep the truth in a verbal dance without lying, but the bond he had with Prowl would, to use a human phrase “rat him out in the end.”  Besides, the question had been rhetorical, they both knew it.   

Then, just to see what and where it would get him, Jazz chose to answer anyway.  “I’m not so sure these are those contents Prowl, after all, there’s far more here than the boxes I stored.”

“I have no doubt that your benevolent third party was storing their supplies in more places than just our quarters.  I’m not even sure why you chose to store any prank material in our quarters.  It’s not your style.”

“Cause I needed you to grant the furlough Love, and it was the most enjoyable route to go to get you to agree.”

“That as it may be, the contents have now been returned to you.  So you are to clean these up, by yourself, and by hand.”

“What!  Prowl you can’t be serious.  By hand?  There must be thousands. And their smaller to us than marbles are to humans.”

“Hundreds of thousands actually.  And yes I am serious.  By Ratchet’s decree, Sideswipe and Suntreaker had to pick these up by hand.  Seeing as how that method worked for our CMO with his bondmate's, I think it will work for me and you.  Do not involve me in your pranks again, no matter how enjoyable your method of persuasion.”  Internally, Prowl realized he was finding great humor in this. It was so very very rare that he even knew about Jazz’s pranks, regardless of the bond, till after the fact; and rarer yet that Jazz get caught in any sort of a compromising position regarding said pranks.

“Well, seeing as we know the culprits this time around, why can’t they pick them up again?”

“Because due to that benevolent gesture agreement you interfaced me into, I did not pursue the culprits last time, and as another benevolent gesture, I‘ve decided I ‘m not going to pursue the culprits this time.  Especially as I have someone, Officer though you may be, right here who can do the cleaning.  Oh, and further, once you get these cleaned up, I want them returned to the original owner and you, as an Officer are to make sure they get removed from the Ark.  I am done with benevolent gestures.”  With that, Prowl headed towards the command deck.

Jazz watched with a smile as Prowl made his cautious way down the hall.  He could feel Prowl’s humor through the bond.  Oh, he was far from thrilled with having to clean these tiny things up, but Prowl hadn’t said when Jazz had to return the balls.  And as the best Prankster in the Ark when he wanted to be, Jazz was not limited, as the previous two sets of culprits had been, to waiting on Red Alert’s being out of the Ark to rig the security cameras and set up this somewhat time consuming prank.  No, he certainly had the skill and more importantly, the patience to wait for the right moment to strike, not just the convenient one.



Chapter 3

 

 

 
 
 
mmousemmouse15 on April 26th, 2008 06:08 am (UTC)
What a great continuation!!! Ha, ha, ha!

Oh, I feel sorry for the next pranked person...
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on April 29th, 2008 02:59 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Myrrhibis or VAharleywitchokami_myrrhibis on April 29th, 2008 03:12 am (UTC)
Great job!!

And could you post the link to the first part? puleeeze?
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on April 29th, 2008 02:59 pm (UTC)
Thanks for reading and commenting. First part is re-posted. Not sure what happenend.
Lora Starrunner: sigillstarrunner on May 2nd, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)

Hee. Jazz, did you not promise me 109 days ago, wonderful interfacing that night though it was, that if I allowed the storage of certain boxes by you, in our quarters, as a benevolent gesture for an unnamed third party, that upon the granting of a 24 hour furlough to Inferno and Red Alert, I would never see nor be bothered by said boxes or their contents again?” Yeah, there's the Prowl we all know and love!

okamichanokamichan on May 17th, 2008 06:53 pm (UTC)
I just wanted to pop into this chapter to say that you did a wonderful job of keeping Prowl in character while he balanced his humor and his duty/aggravation. It highly amuses me that this is implying that Prowl can probably list off all the times he and Jazz interfaced (down to the astrosecondminute?) which is also in his character.

You have made this Prowl fan very happy.

(chapter 4 was also very well done with Prowl's character, but this just takes the cake, imo)

cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on May 17th, 2008 09:10 pm (UTC)
I am glad you enjoyed. I enjoyed writing this chapter a lot. I think it is probably my favorite of the whole series. Jazz and Prowl really cooperated in the writing of them.

Thank you for reading and commenting.