Excited (Reality Warped) Rattlelatch

Blaster watched his fellow Transformer-turned-human pace around in a small circle outside Chip's room, where Rattlelatch had taken up residence since they had been changed to their current states. The former boombox leaned against the wall, one eyebrow raised. "So you're really gonna do it?"

"If I don't faint from nerves first."

"Of all the mechs, I never thought you...Heh."

"Oh, thank you for the vote of confidence."

"Well, just figured, man." Blaster offered a more sincere grin. "She'll be a lucky femme. You're a good guy."

"Ehm...yeah...Uh...Guess I owe you an apology..?"

Blaster shook his head. "Nah. Don't worry about it."

"Cool." Rattlelatch drew in a deep breath and then exhaled quickly before glanced down each side of the hallway. "I hope she'll be here..."

"It ain't like she could get lost around here."

"Yeah. Blaster...I feel stupid. After all this time, I could have just said--"

"Just don't worry about it! She'll understand."

"I hope so."

"She will. There's somethin' different about th' gals from Earth."

Jealous Rattlelatch

Rattlelatch bit back the spiteful retort he wanted to throw Blaster's way after the red mech had basically chased him away from Channel's door. While all he had been doing was listening to her sing, it would have been nice to maybe talk to her. Except, he thought bitterly, she probably wouldn't give him the time of day, if she even did more than just look right over his head. Why would a femme like her acknowledge a minibot, after all? And especially so since he didn't have any talents of interest, like Blaster, with all the music and singing and dancing skills...and being a mech of average height. He could never outdo any of that. What could a lowly minibot do to earn the attention of a femme so beautiful...

Silly Rattlelatch

" 'Latch, didja git inta tha high grade or somethin'?"

"Ummm, nooooo. Why do you ask?"

" 'Cause ya usually don't talk ta me much, an' ya really don't do anythin' stupid like this."

"Stupid? Awww...I thought it was a nice idea!" The minibot grinned too broadly.

Ironhide's frown deepened. "Yer drunk."

"I promise I'm not!" 'Latch tilted his head, expression ever cheerful.

Ironhide shook his head and held out a bucket of paint solvent. "Spike an' Carly worked hard on this project. Ya got tha schematics fer tha originals. Now git ta fixin' before anybody finds out."

Rattlelatch took the bucket and picked up an unused paint brush and without another word -- aside from some off-key humming -- took a robokitty from the plastic-grass filled basket and began to relieve it of its recently acquired pastel blue coat. A dozen other mutually odd-colored robokitties remained in the basket, a few still mewling in confusion after having the concept of Easter baskets explained to them. Not that they really knew what was going on to begin with, but they did know being repainted at random wasn't how they wanted to spend their afternoon. Although most of them thought the grass was comfy to nap in.

"Oh, Ironhiiddee..I did take pictures already."

The red mech facepalmed, dragged his fingers down his face, then walked away.

On-His-Knees Rattlelatch

" 'Latch, hurry up! They're getting closer. I can't wait much longer..."

"Stop..complaining, Tunnelbracer.."

"Doesn't ever take this long when it's just you and Blazejump."

"Different situations."

"You saying I'm difficult to work with, or something?"

"Did I say any such thing? Just stop running your vocalizer so much. This is easier when everyone's quiet."

The bluish-gray minibot gazed around the dark room, muttering, "Yeah, quiet. Sure. Like I'm gonna shout when there's such a close chance at being caught."

Rattlelatch lowered his hands to the floor, now outright glaring. "Tunnelbracer, shut it, or you're off the team."

"You don't have the authority for that!"

"I'll tell Blazejump you gave us away with all your whining."

"... ...Stop wasting time!"

Rattlelatch went back to work. "You are wasting my time."

"Well, stop taking so long!"

"Like I'm supposed to do any better when whoever thought it was a good idea to install a safe at so low a place in the wall! Any lower and I'd be flat on my torso plate trying to get this lock..."

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(c) 2006 S. Loweck. This work may not be copied, distributed, or reprinted without the author's permission. Characters of Blaster and Ironhide are property of Hasbro and Takara. Character of Rattlelatch, Channel, Tunnelbracer, and Blazejump is property of S. Loweck and may not be "borrowed" or mentioned in other works without notifying the author first