With Love From Lambos

With Love From Lambo’s


Disclaimer:

The Transformer universe is owned by Hasbro. I don’t own them, just borrow them to use and abuse, pat their heads and send them home. I make no money from this story. (I wish!!!) I do own a crowd of party Dragons who would enjoy eating and drinking you out of house, home and castle!!!!

Personal Disclaimer:

Dragon would like to point out that she doesn’t condone the use of violence, torture or coercing in any way, shape or form in real life. But these stories are straight out of her warped imagination and she is happy enough to write about it!!


Note

Sorry, no slash in this one, well, quick squint!! Just a short drabble for St George’s Day. Yes, I know!! St George’s Day was yesterday, but I didn’t think of this until I was travelling home on the bus yesterday and I had to go out……………. Dragged kicking and screaming……………………Yeh!! Right!! Went out for a family meal to celebrate my sister’s birthday. It was great!!!!



With Love From Lambo’s


Ratchet felt the servo’s in the back of his neck twitch. He was being watched. He whirled; bur the corridor behind him was empty.

‘Sideswipe!!’ He thought. ‘What has that pit-spawned glitch got planned now? I thought he’d have learned something from the April Fool fiasco.’

He carried on towards med-bay, cautious now, scanning for trip wires and suspicious ‘bulges; on the ceiling. He activated the doors from the side; nothing fell or whooshed out at him. He went inside.

Three dark helms popped around the corner and listened intently.

“What the frag??? DRAGON!!! I’m going to reformat you as a lawn mower!!”

“Awkkkk!! Run” Sideswipe lead the way, laughing. Dragon held on to Sunstreaker giggling, Sunny just shook his head but his face held a grin.

Sideswipe turned the corner and squawked, the other two Lambo’s running into his back, they peered over his shoulder and around his side.

“Ha!! Hi Prowl!!” Sides blustered.

“Bye Prowl.” Sunny countered, pulling his co-conspirators around the 2IC. “Tess is due in a minute and she’s almost as strict about timekeeping as you are.”

The three of them ran for their lives, giggling!!

With a sigh, Prowl continued towards med-bay to find out what they’d done. The door opened and doom incarnate stormed out.

“We’ll see how much she like’s a coolant flush with a high pressure hose!! Where are they Prowl?”

Distantly, Prowl heard the ‘Vwomp. Vwomp. Vwomp.’ That told of the TARDIS leaving.

“It would appear that Dragon at least is beyond the reach of your vengeance. The other two are probably in hiding. What did they do?”

Ratchet glowered. “She’ll be back!! And those two as well. Just look!!” He swung his arm around dramatically to indicate the interior of the med bay. Prowl walked through the door.

Roses. There were vases of red roses dotted here and there. Prowl looked around carefully, compared to the time the med bay had been filled with helium balloons, this was tame. (Of course they hadn’t known that the balloons were full of confetti until they had started to burst them!!!)

Puzzled, Prowl did a quick search of the Internet, red roses……………………Date? Ahh!!

“Today is the 23rd of April Ratchet.”

“So!! What’s that got to do with it!!” The medic exploded.

The 23rd of April is St Georges Day, he’s the patron Saint of England, and Dragon has often drawn the similarity of your shoulders to the flag of England. The rose is his flower. You appear to have a message.” Prowl pointed to the large envelope that leant against one of the vases.

Ratchet stomped over and grabbed it. Inside was a card with a mounted knight in armour on, growling Ratchet opened the card and read what was inside. Prowl watched the anger drain from his face. “Little fraggers!” He murmured, but he smiled. He handed Prowl the card, it read.

‘England has St George to protect and defend her.’

‘We have St Ratchet to fix and mend us.’

‘Long may your wrench torque or whatever!!’

‘In gratitude from your favourite acolytes and cheerleader.’

It was signed S.D.S.

Prowl smiled. “Less of a prank and more of a thank you?” He queried, fingering one of the roses. The petals were soft and gave a light perfume.

“Hummmm!!! Maybe.” The placated medic agreed. “I’m still going to get her for the St George quip, can’t let them thing I’m going soft!!”

“Primus forbid!!” Prowl said, with a small laugh. He drew one of the roses from the bunch. “May I have this one?”

“Of course.” He raised an optic ridge at the Datsun.

“Apparently, flowers can convey messages as well.” He said as he left.

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Jazz felt like warmed over slag. He hated doing double patrols, and Prowl wouldn’t be off duty for ages. Walking into their quarters he did a double take. On his side of their bunk was a single red rose.

Jazz picked up the fragile bloom, stroking his cheek with the soft petals.

“Hee Hee!! You old romantic Prowl!!”

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Just a short drabble, hope you like.

In the language of flowers, red roses mean passionate, romantic love!!! Ahhh!! Prowl is a romantic at spark!!!!

I know it’s late, but happy St Georges Day!!! YAHHHH!!! *Waves flag*