Prize Drabble3

Shockwave was both amused and annoyed by the spindly mech sitting next to him. He'd long ago left his Long Arm form for his real one, if only for the thicker, better armor and protection against the elements.

Stupid Earth, and it's stupid weather.

And of course, stupid Dinobots, in particular, Swoop. Shockwave might have adored Swoop at any other time, but the mech was in some type of cycle that left him a preening, cuddling mess. Also, it left him with the apparent need to kidnap the Decepticon spy.

So there he was, sitting at the top of some mountain range that he didn't know, while Swoop cuddled up to him and chirped. The Dinobot mewled when he growled, glaring in a way that could be seen even with the use of his only one optic. Moments later the flier squawked and flew away, only to return with more sticks and mud, placing them in the little nest with almost reverence.

Shockwave wanted to face palm, watching the nest get built up around him with a few more trips, and more sticks and mud.

"Swoop made pretty, Long-Shocks no like pretty? Is good nest!" The mech flaired his crest and cooed, wings twitching in a way that showed his flying code.

The Decepticon snorted and edged away, optic narrowed.

"Why do I need to like it? It's your nest, Dinobot."

Swoop drooped and keened, clawed hands wringing, before he patted his nest and edged closer.

"But, Long-Shocks needs to like nest, or can't make littles! Grimlock say so, tell Swoop to figure it out by watching flappy-feathers! Long-Shocks needs to make littles with Swoop."

Little things clicked into place and Shockwave groaned, the back of his helm hitting a nest edge. The Dinobot thought he was organic, and wanted to reproduce in an organic way... which, he wouldn't mind interfacing with Swoop, if it meant he could get off the Unircron foresaken mountain he was on, and back to Cybertron.

Unless Megatron ordered it, he was never visiting Earth again, and especially not as Long Arm.

"Dinobot- Swoop. You are not a... flappy... feather, a bird, you are a Dinobot, we can't make littles here," or anywhere, he wanted to add, but didn't. The pitiful begging look that he was being given was bad enough for him, even as a Decepticon elite!

"But Grimlock said, him said it! Him going to have Opty make littles with him, so I get to make littles with you." Swoop growled and latched onto Shockwave with surprising force, nuzzling and cooing yet again. He didn't let go, either, until the sound of yelling had him peaking over the edge of the nest.

"Them Autobots come get you... Them meanies. Swoop need get rid of them?"

Shockwave scowled and switched into his Long Arm form without a second thought, before grabbing Swoop and dragging the mech close.

"Don't call me Long-Shocks, don't say anything, and I'll... figure out how to make you littles. Do everything I say, alright. Look at them like you looked at me." It would be tricky, but having a Dinobot at his beck and call would be an edge, hopefully.

"OK! Me Swoop do that!" Still cuddling close, Swoop hissed as a face peared over the edge of the nest at them.

"Long Arm Prime, sir! Are you alright?" Shockwave smiled and patted Swoop's crest, standing, and pulling him up as well.

"I'm just fine, in fact I found myself a new friend, I believe..." His false smile had the Dinobot preening and warbling, and the proud look the mech had only got worse as Shockwave wove a tale, and they were led away. Swoop barely noticed his nest slipping out of sight, and only hissed when another mech tried to pull him away.

Shockwave sighed and patted him soothingly, before he waved at the mech to back off.

"Swoop. Why don't you go say good by to your clan, and meet us back here later, hm?"

The mech nodded and giggled, living up to his name as he transformed and jetted into the sky, swooping down at them a few times.

"Gather whomever you brought. We're leaving now."

"Sir?" Shockwave turned to the mech and pointed to the skies, where the Dinobot had dissappeared.

"Just do it before he comes back. It's like when you feed a cyberwolf and the whole pack shows up at your doorstep, and we don't want that, do we?"

"N-no, sir!" The group was packed and Shockwave guiltlessly rushed them out of the area, and into the ship as quickly as he could. When they won the war and he no longer had to hide in his cramped form, or worry about being found, he'd go back and make it up to the Dinobot, or something. Swoop would make a good pet then, a wonderful one, even...

Though he wouldn't allow any nesting in his quarters. Ever.