TF: Team-Building

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Summary: The Stunticons experience their first snow.  With added Aerialbots.
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the gestalt_love  January challenge First Snow.  Nothing like sliding in under the wire, eh?
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

 

“I dunno what the frag’s on the ground, but it’s fun!” Wildrider came tearing into the newly established Stunticon base and transformed, shaking white stuff everywhere.
“What?” Drag Strip looked up, while Dead End merely brushed the white stuff off his armor.
“That had better not damage my finish.” He remarked, optics almost immediately refocusing on his datapad.
“It’s everywhere.” Wildrider grinned.  “All over the ground, all over the trees.  Everywhere!” He sounded inordinately pleased about it.
“It’s disappointing.” Breakdown pointed out quietly.  They all looked at the small puddle of water on the floor.
“I think you mean disappearing.” Dead End looked over his datapad at Breakdown.
”What the slag are you all doing sitting around looking at the floor?” Motormaster thundered, walking into the room and over to the group.

As he clattered to the floor having slipped on the puddle of water, the rest of the Stunticons winced, transformed and peeled out of the building as fast as they could.  The roar of a semi truck followed as Motormaster regained his senses and chased after them.

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Drag Strip skidded as soon as he set tire outside the base, spiralling off and leaving tracks in the snow.  The others suffered similar fates, losing traction and skidding out of control.  Dead End came to a halt the quickest, wheels spinning as he found traction and stopped suddenly.
“What the frag is this?” It was the most emotion they’d heard from him since their creation.
“I don’t know, but it’s fun!” Wildrider was spinning wildly, sending snow spraying up.  Breakdown was stationary now, watching the Ferrari.
“It’s called snow.” He murmured across their open comm channel.
“Snow?”
“Frozen water.” He gave the appearance of watching the snow as though he expected it to take shape and attack him.
“So it won’t harm Deader’s paint?” Wildrider cackled.
“No.” In hindsight, Dead End probably should have been paying a little more attention to the comm. line than he was as the next thing he knew was he was being covered in a shower of snow churned up by Wildrider’s tires.
“I am going to deactivate you for that.” He growled, wheels spinning as he chased after Wildrider.  With a cry, Drag Strip followed them, not caring about the lack of traction, just determined to beat the both of them in the impromptu race.  Well, to his optics it was a race at any rate.

By the time Motormaster made it outside the base, only Breakdown was left.  And if it wasn’t for the gestalt link telling him where his team were, Motormaster wouldn’t have realised that the odd-shaped snow drift was in fact a paranoid Lamborghini in hiding.
“Where the frag are they?” He growled at the snow drift.
“They’ve gone.” Breakdown muttered and transmitted the direction they’d headed off in, not moving from his position.  Motormaster was tempted to ignore him, but thought better of it.
“Well come on then.” He revved his engine, waiting for Breakdown to shake off his snow cover and follow him.  Reluctantly, Breakdown did.
“What are you going to do when you find them?”
“Bury them.” Motormaster promised.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The semi-truck cut through the snow easily, its weight giving it more traction.  The smaller lighter Lamborghini behind just did its best to follow in the grey semi-truck's tire tracks.
“There they are.” Breakdown chirped, as though Motormaster couldn’t see the other Stuncticons, in root mode, throwing snow at one another like human children.  Breakdown would swear he actually heard Dead End giggle!
“What the frag are you doing?” Motormaster grunted, pulling to a stop and about to transform when he got pelted by snow.  Even with his forcefields up, it didn’t seem to stop the water melting and seeping through into his circuits.
“That wasn’t nice.” He growled, transformed and glared at his teammates.  Who just grinned back at him.  It was kind of hard to be an intimidating leader when you were covered in patches of melting snow.
“Snowball fight.” Dead End drawled, aiming another snowball at Motormaster, who went to catch it reflexively, pulling his hand back as the snowball disintegrated.  With another growl, Motormaster bent to scoop snow up in his hands.  When he looked back up, the rest of his team had hidden as best they could.

Except that Drag Strip’s coloring made him stand out against the stark whiteness in much the same way it did with Wildrider’s.  They were the first two he located and threw snowballs at, allowing himself a smile as he heard each impact.  He was just about to turn and find Dead End and Breakdown when he got hit by two snowballs from behind.  With a grin, he bent down again, scooping up more snow and flinging it behind him.

Before long it turned into an all out snow war, with each Stunticon throwing snowballs at whoever they could see.  The laughter that rang out was surprisingly un-Decepticon-like.  But none of them cared, they were enjoying themselves.

Eventually, they sprawled out, flat on their backs, systems heaving with exertion.
“So what do we say if Megatron finds out what we’ve just done?” Drag Strip asked.
“Team-building.” Motormaster shrugged.  He was about to say something more when he was interrupted by a giggle from Wildrider.
“Hey, look what you get if you do this!”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By the time the Aerialbots flew over the area in response to panicked humans reporting Decepticons in the area, there was no sign of the Stunticons.  Save for a line of five imprints that looked suspiciously like the outlines of the Stunticons, with added… wings?
“What the frag?” Slingshot grumbled over the commlines.  Silverbolt just shook his head and smiled to himself.
“Team-building.” He answered, banking and heading back towards the Ark.