"Hey, what's that?" You asked Spike, pointing at a large figure off in the near distance through the snow.

"I don't know, let's check it out!" He replied, quickly turning and running towards the figure.

We stopped in front of the giant figure. It was made of snow.

"Woooooow," Spike gasped, looking up at the massive figure. "That's the biggest snowman I ever saw!" He exclaimed.

Suddenly, the snow figure began to shake, snow falling off of the top.

You heard Jazz's chuckle. "Not snowman Spike. SnowBOT!" Jazz popped out of his snow casing.

Jazz said something, and Spike fell back on his butt, laughing right along with Jazz.

"Aww, thanks Jazz!" Spike said, nodding his head and waving his hand.

"I get the drift!" You finished, giggling as you did so. Jazz laughed once more.

You looked to the side, and saw a large collection of Autobots waiting patiently.

Spike stood back up in the fluffy whiteness of the snow.

"Okay, spheroid projectiles ready?" He asked, raising his gloved hand to the sky.

"FIRE!" You yelled. The Autobots threw snowballs at Jazz. One of them ended up being a curveball and hitting him on the shoulder plating as he hid behind I giant mound of snow.

We all laughed as the large pile of snow atop of the dead tree behind Jazz came falling down, raining fluffy white snow on his helm.

"Hey guys!" He whined, waving his closed servo at them like a fist. "That's snow fair!"

The yellow one, Bumblebee, stood off to the side, picking up some snow from off the ground.

"Ratchet, watch out for Bumblebee!" You yelled, pointing at the said mech.

"Okay, (Y/n),you rat on me, I'll splat on you!" He yelled. His snowball missed me and cracked Spike right in the face, sending him downhill, collecting a large pile of snow around his torso.

On his way down, he picked up all of the snowball throwing Autobots from before, leaving him trapped in the large ball of snow.

It eventually hit something, sending the 'Bots flying and Spike face-planting into the snow. Someone, the green one, you forgot his name(no worries, so did I!), crashed straight into a snow-buried cactus.

"Ooo," you hissed, wincing, "that's gotta hurt."

Spike laughed and stood up.

"I can't believe I'm in a snowball fight, in July, in the middle of a desert!" Spike yelled, wiping the snow that clung to his coat sleeves off with his gloves.

"It's amazing!" You yelled.

Jazz smirked and looked at you.

'Oh CRAP!" You thought. Turning around, you hightailed it out of there as fast as you could. But given the amount of snow and your normal slowness, you were not moving very quickly whatsoever.

Before you could react, or even protest, you were bombarded by a massive wave of 'spheroid projectiles'.

"EYYYY!" You yelled, trying unbury yourself from the pile of snow, to no avail.

Bumblebee laughed in the background. You made a pouty face at Jazz before turning your head and giving the yellow Autobot the evil eye.

Scooping up some snow, you balled it up as compact as it could go, smashed a piece of ice in the middle, and threw it as hard as you could at Jazz's faceplates.

The snowball came a little short and smashed square into his chassis, scratching up his paint job.

Pointing at him, you were too busy laughing to notice Spike coming up behind you with a snowball in hand. The next thing you knew, you were on the snow screaming bloody murder at Spike. Snow sat inside of your coat now, which was something you were not at all happy about.

Jazz and Spike continued to laugh. Spike ended up laughing so hard that he was crying by the time he had finished. Jazz was still clutching his sides.

You gasped, widened your eyes, and pointed, stepping back a little. Both males, Cybertronian and human, looked at what you were pointing at.

While they were looking, you ran away and to the little shack you and Ratchet had set up when it had began to snow.

Opening the door, you stomped off the snow from your boots. You hung your coat, hat, and gloves up on the rack and left your snow boots on the mat next to the door.

"Hmmm," you pondered, looking at the two options.

"I'd go with the Arctic White," said a voice from behind you, causing you to shriek and spin around.

"Oh, dear God Jazz, please don't ever do that again," you managed to get out, giving the holoform a nasty glare.

"Sorry," he apologized, rubbing the back of his next. You hummed at this and continued with your task of making hot chocolate.

Pouring the hot water into the cups, you added the powder and stirred. Spinning, you turned around and walked over to Jazz, who was sitting on the ground in front of a tiny TV.

"Here you go," you said, lowering the cup in front of his vision.

"Thanks," he said happily. You sat down next to him and sipped your hot chocolate. Jazz did the same, only with a different outcome.

"OOWW!" He shrieked, nearly dropping his drink. You then proceeded to laugh your rear end off from the scene.

"Whoops, sorry Jazz," you stuttered out between laughs. "Must have forgotten the milk."

He gave you a weird look, even though you couldn't see his eyes through the heavily tinted blue sunglasses on his face.

"You don't sound so sorry to me," he said, frowning.

"Oh shut up and drink your hot chocolate!"