Someone just had to mention 'Clue'...

[yami_samuraiflo]

Quick update before I have to go to Albi for my brother's wedding. No access to Internet until next week, I can live with if I take enough books with me. *glance at bookcase* I think I will manage.

I'm happy for Laurent (my bro), but I'm less happy about the ten hours it will take to go there. *sigh* I pray we manage to avoid the traffic jams, but I don't think we will...

I blame kirin_saga and her 'Starscream, in the library, with the null ray!' comment for this one.

Rating: PG
Characters: Hound, Mirage, Skyfire.
Summary: Two mechs can entertain themselves in the strangest ways...

6. Clue, the Cybertronian way... Well, sort of.

 

“Your turn, my friend.”

“So... to go with the time Sideswipe was caught putting snakes into the Ark to ‘help chase Ravage away’, I’ll say: ‘Red Alert, in the Monitor Room, with the cameras’,” said Hound, smiling.

“Good one.” Mirage nodded. “But far too easy; you know everyone has been caught like that at least once.”

“Even you?”

“Even me,” said the spy, nodding. “You wouldn’t believe where he puts some of his cameras.”

“Would you prefer: ‘Prowl, in his office, with the forms’?” teased the green mech. “One red Minibot you know well tried to avoid him for weeks afterward. You just don’t tamper with Prowl’s precious reports without paying the price. In this case, having to check all of them and see if anything was missing.”

“Poor Cliffjumper; it was cruel on our SIC’s part,” snickered the noble. “But at least he was so exhausted afterward he left me alone. A damn miracle, I tell you.”

“Sarcasm suits you,” said Hound, patting his friend’s shoulder.

“Thank. Who’s the next one on the list?”

“Well, it’s...”

“What are you doing?” asked someone behind them.

 

Both Mirage and Hound turned to greet Skyfire with smiles.

 

The large mech hadn’t been with the Autobots for very long, and tended to stay away from most of the Ark’s crew. Nobody could really blame him; awakening after millions of years to discover that his planet was at war and that his former best friend had become a monster had to have been a shock.

 

“We’re trying to entertain ourselves for now, since we do not have clearance to leave the Ark for... how long?” Mirage asked the green mechnext to him.

“Three days. Ratchet’s orders.” Then, for Skyfire, he added. “We were injured in the last battle and we’re still recovering, or so he says. We can’t leave unless it’s an emergency. Not fun, but at least he let us leave the Medbay instead of strapping us to our berths.”

“He can do that?” asked Skyfire, shocked. He had never been truly left to the CMO’s care for long and, as such, didn’t know a lot about him.

“He can and he will if he thinks you’re not going to listen to him. Just ask Jazz next time you see him,” answered Hound calmly, pulling up a seat for the red and white mech.

“I will,” said the large mech while sitting down. “So, what were you playing, exactly?”

 

Hound and Mirage shared a look.

 

“A new version of ‘Clue’,” answered the noble.

“Clue?” asked Skyfire, frowning.

“A human game where the players are looking for the identity of a murderer. When they think they’ve found it, they tell the name of the murderer, the room in which he killed his victim and the weapon he used,” explained Hound.

“But... nobody is dead here...”

“Well, we kinda dropped the murder part,” answered Hound. “Instead, we are trying to connect the name of a ‘culprit’ or a ‘victim’, depending on how you look at it, with the one of the person having infliged the ‘punishment’ on them and how they did so. We reminded ourselves of a lot of stuff while doing so.”

 

Skyfire nodded. It was just another way to share a good laught.

 

“How long have you been playing?”

“Well, long enough to have already done Tracks, Perceptor, Beachcomber, Powerglide,...” Mirage listed.

 

Skyfire listened patiently to each name and what the two friends had thought about them. He had to admit, some of them made him smile, like the ‘Jazz, in the Rec Room, with the speakers’. He had really needed that...

 

BOOM!

 

“What was that noise!?” asked Skyfire, jumping from his seat and ready to run down the hallways. Hound’s hand on his wrist forced him to stay with them.

 

Mirage smiled wickedly.

 

“That, my dear mech, is the usual ‘Wheeljack, in his lab, with whatever he was working on’. And you can be sure that ‘Ratchet, in the Medbay, with a wrench’ is going to follow soon enough.”