One morning, all the bots were at base doing their own thing, mainly giving themselves a break. They were all exhausted and some of them didn’t get to have a lot of recharge most of the time, so they took the silent environment as an advantage, as the kids were in school. Meaning Miko wasn’t there to bug them. All of them were enjoying the silence until a certain somebody ruined it for them.

          “Prime!” Agent Fowler shouted from a high metal platform.

Optimus groaned, rolling his optics before answering with annoyance evident in his voice “Yes Agent Fowler?”

          “The government has been up my, what you bots call, aft, about decepticon activity! They’re driving me bonkers!” Fowler whined, obviously sounding angry, which the bots found highly annoying. 

          “Agent Fowler we are doing everything we can given our lack of resources and the decepticons have us severely outnumbered” Optimus calmly explained, trying to keep himself from raging.

          “If you haven’t yet noticed Agent Fowler, which I find impossible, Megatron has an entire Warship filled with seekers, eradicons, and vehicons. We cannot just battle them head on. It’d be a death wish and not to mention extremely foolish.” Ophelia said, backing up Optimus, and stating only facts.

Fowler then lost his patience with the autobots. The entire team had been restraining themselves from losing it the entire time, listening to Fowler disrespect their leaders was pissing them off, and quite quickly.

      “Oh please! Your team is made of two emotionless primes, a cranky old medic, a mute scout, a giant leprechaun, a bomb happy lunatic, a revenge crazed two wheeler, a traffic law breaking prime wanna be, and a commander who physically might not even be able to smile! I take TV shows more seriously than you guys!” Fowler bursted out.

          “Autobots…. Engage silent treatment” Optimus said sternly.

With that one command, all the bots transformers to their alt modes and didn’t say a single word. Fowler knew he had pissed them off. Fowler stomped down the stairs angrily. It's funny how he thinks he can talk them out of being angry by screaming even more.

     “Oh come on! The silent treatment!? You guys really are a bunch of um… GLITCHES” Fowler shouted slamming his hand on the back of a certain McLaren. 

     “Watch those hands Fowler!” Ophelia yelled, her patience gone, as she gave him a little zap of electricity as a warning.

         Fowler pulled his hand off quick, feeling the sting of the zap he had just been given. He got a little nervous when he heard Optimus’ engine rev, he knew he got the prime pissed all the way off. Smokescreen didn’t like the way Fowler treated his creators at all and his engine revved as well, making poor Fowler even more nervous, but what sent Fowler flying out the door was when all the bots revved up their engines giving Fowler the cue to frag off. Then one he was gone, the bots all transformed.

     “Fleshy little fragger.” Optimus huffed under his breath, his majestic prime attitude, gone for the moment.

     “I should have zapped him harder, a lot harder…” Ophelia said, still feeling pissed off.

Agent Fowler messed with the wrong team…..

(Btw this is her alt mode)