Transformers: A Few Days Past Never

Title: Transformers: A Few Days Past Never
Universe: G1
Pairings: None
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction Friday theme “freedom.” We had to include the word in our story. Word count: 497

“It's boring in here,” Skywarp complained, wings slumped. He shot an irritable glance at Thundercracker, who lingered outside his cell. The blue Seeker chose to keep his incarcerated trine mate company partially from a sense of duty, but mostly to stay out of sight of the third member of their group. “I can't teleport. I can't fly. I want to do stuff.”

“It wouldn't be a punishment if it were fun,” Thundercracker pointed out. “And, when given the freedom to 'do stuff,' you tend to do things that lead you here.”

Skywarp snorted. “Do you know when they're going to release me?”

“I think you're scheduled for a few days past never.”

The teleporter groaned loudly. “It wasn't that bad.”

“You set off a bomb–”

“No, I didn't! There were no incendiaries.”

“A glue bomb is still a bomb! It exploded, didn't it?” Thundercracker threw up his hands in disgust. For an idiot, Skywarp could be incredibly inventive, as had been demonstrated by his newest trick. He had rigged a foam-glue canister to burst when triggered. He set the trap on the main lift's doors. Being a teleporter, Skywarp waited for his targets to approach the lift doors, warped inside, set the trap and left in time to watch the 'fun.' The foam-glue, normally contained under high pressure, rapidly burst forth, covering the lift, the hall and the two mechs – Frenzy and Rumble – who had just opened the door. While many mechs were laughing that day, Soundwave was not one of them. “Honestly, what were you thinking?”

Skywarp snickered. “I wanted to cover those two in glue. Could you image them transforming and  getting stuck that way?”

“Hilarious.” Thundercracker shook his head. “Think it through. Where do they go when they transform?”

“Soundwave's chest compartment. They'd've gotten stuck in there. Priceless!”

“And when that happened, how do you think Soundwave would react to your plan of gluing his Cassettes inside of him?”

Skywarp opened his mouth, then paused. “Oh. Huh. Suddenly, it's not so funny anymore.”

“Brilliant.”

The wing mates quieted, lost in their own thoughts. Thundercracker gazed up at the ceiling, as if he could peer through the metal and determine if he could come up. Skywarp interrupted his musing.

“You should talk to Screamer for me.”

“Frag, no,” he replied with a shudder. “Starscream's in one of his moods. Why?”

“Soundwave put me in here. Screamer could countermand that. He likes countermanding Soundwave.”

Thundercracker sighed. “Problem. You made a mess. A big one. Megatron let it sit there long enough to harden. You know how hard that foam glue is to scrap off once it's set? He ordered Starscream to clean it all up. By himself. He's not a happy Air Commander right now.”

Skywarp snickered again, but his mirth quickly faded as the implications sank in. A look of dawning horror crossed his faceplates.

“I'm never getting out.”