UN Series - part IX
Based on a true story. I SWEAR!
Title: UNscented
Rating: T
Pairings: ProwlxJazz
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Author's Note: Based on a true story. Trust me on this.
Warnings: Do not read an' drink at the same time.
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Jazz sat down against the wall, thinking back over how his morning had gone.
He'd just arrived back from a night patrol in the city...when he'd tripped over a recharging AND invisible sentry designated Mirage. Resulting trip had him landing helm first in a puddle of mud...which had Red Alert catch him on motion sensors and, unable to visually verify who he was, thought he was a Decepticon in disguise. Alarms blared for what felt like breems. Probably was. Mostly because Wheeljack had crossed a few wires when he'd last "upgraded" the system...
Everyone kinda saw something coming with that one. They just didn't know what. Sometimes, Jazz figured, it was better NOT to know everything.
Back to the subject...
The wash racks had been the Primus-born Matrix to finally reach. Then again... Primus must have one Pit sense of humor. After all, SOMEONE had to be getting a good laugh out of all of this. Apparently, the Dinobots had thought they could all fit into the racks at the same time. Needless to say... Dinobots + wash racks = ?
Answer 1) A very pissed and angry Sunstreaker.
Answer 2) An unsoothable Tracks and a Raoul who would get really tired of washing a certain Corvette really quick...
Answer 3) Jazz deciding to go to a human car wash.
Not that he minded. Personally, Jazz had found that he liked a good wash. The humans could get into the places that were really hard for a mech to do himself. Not to mention the local wash was having a deal on something called "The Works". The waxing and buffing at the end had lulled the Porsche-former into a light recharge. When he'd onlined...
Now... He'd returned to THIS. Absently, he rubbed at the bottom edge of his visor. At least the mud was gone, even if he DID smell like a citrus fruit had exploded in his cab.
He gave a forced smile and offered a nod in greeting to a couple of 'bots who walked by. When Bluestreak's door-wings started twitching, Ironhide was smart enough to grab the younger by the forearm and keep him moving forward. Jazz gave 'Hide a genuine smile of thanks. Explaining this to yet another 'bot wasn't something he was up to doing at the moment.
"....'Hide? Did I smell lemon?"
Jazz stood up, the other's voices fading away as he moved toward thd door to his and Prowl's quarters. Any and all movement on the saboteur's part only increased the intensity of the olfactory particles that sprang into the air. The main reason why his door-winged bond-mate wouldn't let him inside. He knocked lightly on the door, "...Prowl? I really need t' recharge. Shift in the mornin', remember? Ya bein' the one to do most of the scheduling and all."
Seriously. Prowl couldn't really still be holding it against him. It wasn't his fault that lemon-scented carpet freshener practically saturated his insides, where a new employee at the car wash had spilled a bottle of scented spray right into his floorboard. Ok, the employee had FLOODED his floorboard...