I'm Not a Taxi!

Warning: one mild swear at the end.

Skyfire was not known for having a temper. He solved things rationally, and the only violence he showed was during battles. So it came as quite a shock to every Autobot when he stomped into the rec room looking positively murderous. And particularly more yellow.

"Slag," Hound muttered. "Those two actually did it."  

"SIDESWIPE!" he bellowed. Nobody expected the usually gentle mech to have such a loud and powerful voice. It was highly reminiscent of the Dinobot leader, Grimlock, and despite the comical new color scheme (largely resembling a typical New York City taxi), nobody was feeling particularly amused.

There were few 'Bots in the rec room, and none of them was Sideswipe.  None of them was very keen to speak, however, and draw Skyfire's murderous glare onto themselves. They all tried to return to their business - they all knew better than to interfere when it came to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

Skyfire stomped into the room, head moving in jerky, angry movements as he scanned it. His optics fell upon poor Bluestreak, who was trying to make himself as invisible as possible (which Mirage hadn't hesitated to do himself the moment Skyfire had entered the room, leaving a confused and then irritated Hound alone at his table).

"You," he barked, stabbing a finger at the young gunner's chest.  "Where's Sideswipe?"

"I-I-" For once, words seemed to fail Bluestreak. "He-they-patrol-"

Skyfire leaned in closer and Bluestreak shouted faster than a bullet, "Sideswipe-went-on-a-patrol-with-Sunstreaker-Trailbreaker-and-Brawn!"

"Where?"

Bluestreak winced at the normally peaceful mech's harsh interrogation and stammered, "Thirty kilometers northwest of the Ark."

The larger mech stepped back, satisfied. He stalked out of the room, only pausing when someone called out, "Hey, Skyfire!" He turned to see Ironhide sitting at a table beside Bumblebee and Wheeljack, holding up a glass cube of Energon.

"Give 'em hell."

*   *   *

Bumblebee entered the rec room the next day, tired from having spent a long and grueling night on a scouting mission. He plopped down at a table, Energon cube in hand, when suddenly he heard a muffled noise sound from above his head. He jumped, splashing the Energon, before looking up. He stared. Rebooted his optics.  Yes, they were still there.

The famous Lamborghini twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, were staring back down at him (Sunstreaker was more so giving him the Glare of Death), completely covered in duct tape. Bumblebee had no idea how it was managing to maintain their weight - he guessed it had something to do with the fact that Skyfire was a scientist and had somehow figured out some way to make it stronger -  but struggle all they might, they couldn't break the tape.  

Spray painted over their heads were bold, black letters that declared: "I'M A SCIENTIST NOT A TAXI, DAMMIT!"