The green glowing thing

Chapter 22

Twilight swiftly but cautiously made her way through town, constantly stopping when she heard a strange noise, but soon continued towards the Autobot base.

Earlier that night…

"Thanks fer lettin' meh stay here while Ah'm in town," Applewood smiled at his cousin.

"Well, sure, Applewood!" Applejack answered cheerfully, "You're family and we couldn't let family waste bits in a hotel while you could get better service fer nuthin' over here."

Applewood set his luggage on the ground before nervously playing with the dust on the floor with his hoof. "Uh, Applejack," Applewood began.

"Yes?" Applejack encouraged.

"Well, uh, Ah was wonderin', how do ya, uh, you know, um, how do you…?"

"Just spit it out, Applewood!"

"Doyaknowhhowtoaskamareoutona date?!"

"Hold on, Applewood," Applejack soothed, "Ya need to slow down, sugar."

Taking a shaky breath, Applewood asked again, "Do you know," he paused and took a deep breath, "How to ask a mare out on a date?"

"Why sure I do! Wait. You? Mare? Ask? Date? What? Just who is this 'lucky' mare?" Applewood gulped and whispered you know whose name (begins with a Rainbow, ends with a dash, doesn't have too many letters in between) into his cousin's ear.

Applejack tried to hold in her laughter but it just flew out. Applewood bit his lip nervously and whispered, "Applejack! Ah really need yer help! Ah'm serious about this!"

Wiping a tear from her eye, Applejack apologized, "Ah'm sorry, Ah'm sorry. All right Ah'll help you."

Back at Autobot base and at the present time…

Jazz was peacefully recharging, everything was quiet, everything was peaceful, everything was-

*BANG*

*CLANG*

*CLATTER*

*CRASH*

-never mind.

Jazz stood up from where he was recharging and went out to see what all the fuss was about. Well, he was until he was nearly run over by a white blur. Just as he recovered from that, a red blur sped past him, screeching to a halt. "Prowl'sonthelooseandhe'safterusforbreakingoutofth eb rigandmoreorlessinjuringsome civilians, GOTTA RUN!" Before Jazz could comprehend what it had said, it took off again, but then backed up. "Oh, and if anybody asks, we were never here!" It sped off again, leaving Jazz dumbfounded.

Prowl soon ran in after them. He was pretty mad and growled, "Where are they?"

"I think they ran over there but-" Before Jazz could finish, Prowl dashed off.

*CLANK*

"Ow!"Two voices whined and Prowl reappeared, dragging Nitro-x and Electric Storm-them kicking and struggling of course. "Back to the brig, you two," Prowl stated.

"Awwww!" The pair complained.

"But we just got out of there!" Electric Storm objected.

"Which is why you're going back in there."

"Optimus Prime! Sentinel Prime! Princess Celestia! Anybody! I need you right now!" The four Autobots looked down to see Twilight, frantically running around in circles.

"Hold on little lady," Jazz soothed, trying to calm the frightened pony, "Just what's going on that's so important?"

"Important? Oh nothing important. JUST THE CREEPY GLOWING OBJECT IN MY HOUSE!"

"Lead us there, we'll see what we can do," Prowl ordered.

"But what about the brig?" Nitro-x asked.

"The brig will have to wait."

"Yay!"

"But you'll get extra time when we get back."

"Awwww!"

At Twilight's house…

Twilight grunted as she heaved the heavy overturned potted plant out the door and to the four Autobots waiting outside. "You hid it in a flowerpot?" Electric Storm asked.

*CLANK*

"Ow! Hey! I was just asking a question!" She whined as she rubbed the new sore spot Prowl had injured.

Using her horn magic, Twilight turned the flower upright revealing the glowing object.

"What in all of Cyberton…?" Jazz trailed off, reaching out to touch it.

"No! Don't!" Prowl yelled, grabbing Jazz's arm and stopping him from coming into contact with the object, "It's a Mini-con. Don't touch it. It will melt your armor if you do."

Nitro-x and Electric Storm instantly took a few steps back.

"But I thought-" Jazz started but Prowl interrupted by pulling his servo across his lip components in a "zip it" sign. Jazz gave the SIC a weird look but didn't press the matter any further. "We must relocate this to base immediately."

"But how in all of Cybertron are we supposed to get it there without frying ourselves?" Electric Storm demanded.

"We can do it the way I did it," Twilight suggested, "Use the flowerpot."

As the Autobots carefully transported the Mini-con to base while avoiding contact, Jazz whispered to Prowl, "Hey Prowler. I thought the Mini-cons just became your new pals or something' when you touched 'em."

"They do."

"Then why'd ya lie?"

"Because I don't want those two-" Prowl gestured toward the siblings, "-to get any more power than they already have. Just imagine the trouble they would cause."

"Guess you're right, Prowler," Jazz grinned, "But you're gonna tell them the truth sometime, right?"

"Maybe…possibly…someday…don't count on it in the near future."