Coffee: Of ex-Seekers and Medics

Rule number one of living at Chance Sanctuary:

NEVER, EVER get between an ex-Seeker or a medic and their coffee, let along the first pot of the day. If you do, pray to Primus that Ratchet will be willing to fix you after he's had his morning caffeine.

There wasn't much that could shake Prowl. Bloody battles of war had harden him, the sight of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker doing their 'Jet Judo' for the forst time had warned him of the workable insanity of the twins. Seeing Starscream in drag after a speculator prank pulled off by Jazz, Bumblebee, Mirage, Hound and Trailbreaker had set him a rare fit of laughter. Optimus Prime fleeing the madness of his bored and stir crazy troops had annoyed him.

But this…

The tension practically twanged in the air it was so think as the two component glowered at one another. Armed with heavy duty mugs, a pillow, one sheet that was being used as a hose robe, a spatula, sour and grumpy morning attitudes toped the arsenal off.

Tala, the owner of Chance Sanctuary, hissed as she realized at the same time Ratchet did that the other intended to horde the day's first pot of coffee all to themselves.

Ratchet growled in response to the hiss, nether took in who else was in the kitchen as they trying to out glare one another. The two could have sent the most harden worriers scurrying under the table with their proverbial tails between their legs. As it was the space under the table was already taken up by Bluestreak and Thundercracker.

Sideswipe fond out that there was indeed plenty of room for him on top of the fridge and his twin was wondering if the light fixture would hold his weight. Hmm…maybe if he was lucky he could get out the open sliding door…

Wheejack had already fled to the bunkhouse as soon as he caught a glimpse of Ratchet and Tala coming into the room and was now thoroughly fascinated with the wood and paint.

Skywarp, who had waken up not to long ago, was hiding behind Jazz, who was in turn hiding behind Prowl who was in the middle of the path to the coffee maker from the two inner doorways. The teleporter griped the Mazda's arms, ready to pop them both out of the way at a moments notice. Both were praying that he would be fast enough.

Ratchet's grip on the spatula tightened. Tala's body went taught and her sheet feel to the ground reveling her Garfield pajamas. Prowl blinked, not having expected the ex-Seeker to like something like that comic. Behind him the coffee maker merrily chimed to show that it was done.

Eyes and optics alike snapped to where the sound came from. Skywarp did a marvelous impression of Starscream; squawking, he teleported himself and Jazz to the top of Mt. Baker were he hoped they would be safe. Sunstreaker DOVE for the sliding door but at the last moment, when he realized that he couldn't make it, he defied the laws of physics like his other half had and stuffed himself into the broom closet. Thundercracker and Bluestreak discovered that they could stack several chairs under the table with them too.

Prowl's optics widened as he lifted his hands in what he thought was a peaceful gesture and took three steps backwards. Too bad for him Tala misinterpreted him.

The half wake owner of Chance Sanctuary, thinking that some one else was threatening her right to the first cup of the day, yelled is despair and anger before springing towards the caffeine giving brown liquid. Ratchet bellowed and, launching himself from a standstill, pounced on the woman the same time she tackled Prowl.

Thundercracker reached over and covered the Avilon's optics as hi closed his own. From on top fridge Sideswipe was taking notes on the older curses from the Scend Great War, where Tala had originally com from. Sunstreaker made a mental note too, he was impressed by the one about tampons, cyber wolves, minibots and a chopsticks. Tala savored the home made mocha, her eyes closing partly.

Thunkercracker shock his head at his adoptive wing mate, "You're worse the Starscream."

"Hmm? (siiiiiip) Thanks."

"Your welcome."

"I love coffee."

Ratchet grunted in agreement from the other side of the island counter. He scowled at a black and white lumps on the floor, wondering how Prowl had managed to get a spatula in his door left wing on top of why he was full of pillow feathers.

Skywarp and Jazz 'ported back into the house, both double checked that it was safe before claiming what was left of the coffee pot. Bluestreak had been daring and stool a cup of the stuff when the medic and ex-seeker had been busy with Prowl and fled outside to Wheeljack. Not in the lest bit ashamed to use his follow Toyota Avalon as a distraction.

Jazz wondered over to help Sunstreaker pry his other half off the top of the fridge as Skywarp glomped both his new wing mate and bond mate. Tala kicked her living foot stool, making him hold still again, she had regained her bed sheet at this point. Ratchet propped his feet up too and both said on the same breath:

"My coffee, grrrr/hiss."

Prowl made a note to never be in the kitchen before those two ever again.

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Queen's note: Done as an outlet for stress for upcoming tests. Also done for Tiamat1972 who's review on my mini-story-thing "Message Machine" partly inspired this. More Rules of living at Chance Sanctuary stories will come later. This has no real place yet in the saga.

As always I don't own the G1 bots, just Chance Sanctuary and those charters I made up.

And Jazz is selling tickets right now for the next morning.