Couldn't help myself so I made an aftermath, hope you enjoy! :)

Prowl carefully looked over the many many mechs in his office that were involved in the incident an hour ago...well, except for Perceptor. He was still knocked out and on high sedatives.

Prowl gladly made a note of that, still unsure if Perceptor would have been a part of the mayhem although he kinda doubted it. Perceptor was known for his science and peace but Prowl made a note just in case.

The mechs in front of him were shifting as this was an office and was not made for this many bots. Finally, Prowl sighed and set down his folded servos that held his chin. "So allow me to...review what you lot have told me." His optics flickered towards Sideswipe and his twin. Sideswipe was providing a sheepish smile while his brother was glaring. Although considering his typical behavior, Prowl wasn't bothered. "This had started because you two wanted to start a prank-."

"No, just him, pranks are for morons." Sunstreaker tried to defend his ego. Which was fading away the more it sank in he was in Prowls office with lots of witnesses.

"Hey!" Sideswipe protested.

"-which did not occur because of your-." He pointed to the red devil. "-mistake while tinkering at Teletran." He began.

"Sounds about right," Ironhide grumbled from off to the side near Ratchet. His elbows were forced to his side as they were crowding each other. Never did he wish the Dinobots weren't so large...

"Alright. First offense," Prowl marked down on his datapad with a few types. "Messing with Teletran..." He muttered as he typed.

"Aw, come on," Sideswipe whined with slumping shoulders. "You can't be serious?"

Prowl optics looked up but otherwise he did not move. "No Sideswipe. I'm not, because tinkering away with the most important asset of this base is not an offense. It's not like Teletran contains tons of information we need as a military unit to stay strong and alert. Which, now that I think about it, last I recall when Teletran was tinkered with, it was by Megatron and the whole Ark was under his control except Bumblebee and Jazz," said mentioned bots flinched at their names. "Do you know how many times Teletran has been to tinkered with? Many times. Do you know how successful we are when he is?"

Sideswipe went to his open his mouth.

"Not more than 40%." Prowl spoke for him and slowly rose in his seat, his sharp and angry optics never leaving Sideswipe twitching ones. "And you know who had to fix it because we were so busy juggling around ourselves to keep things straight?" He asked and leaned forward on his desk. Sideswipe, wisely, remained silent.

"Sparkplug. So no, Sideswipe," he said and began to lean back. His doorwings flared slightly before he straightened himself as he calmed. "I'm not serious at all." He said and picked up his datapad and scanned it over for a moment.

Jazz leaned forward to Sideswipe audio as he was right behind him. "I'd record ya will chip nah if ah were ya." He whispered.

Sideswipe gulped.

"Oh not so fast, Jazz." Prowl looked with a small growing smile. Jazz blinked in shock.

"Meh?"

"Yes you," Prowl began to smirk. Jazz really began to wish he kept his mouth shut. He was not liking that look Prowl was having. "From what Bumblebee explained, you were an accomplice. You tried to hide Wheeljacks body."

"You tried to WHAT?" Wheeljack screeched from near Ratchet and Ironhide who flinched away. Unfortunately, from that action the two mechs collided helms and cursed at each other in alarm.

"Jackie ya can't blame us. Ya looked like ya were...well...offlined. Even Ironhide chased tha twins fer it." Jazz shrugged. "Plus, ya makin' it sound all wrong!" He looked to Prowl.

"Oh? Please enlighten me then," he placed a servo on his hip.

"Ah told tha twins ta just take 'em back ta 'is lab. Ain't no harm there." Jazz nodded in confidence.

"Oh is that so? How come you didn't go to Ratchet then? Too scared of Ratchet to face him?"

"Uh, with an unconscious Wheeljack I'd say so," Sideswipe spoke up. Ratchet looked a little too pleased from his comment. Prowl hummed.

"And where did you say you were Ratchet?" He asked looked to the medic. The medic huffed and looked away.

"In the security office." He grumbled. Red Alert took a few steps away from Ironhide and him and over to Bumblebee, Jazz, and the twins.

"And isn't it your job as Chief Medical Officer to save our comrades?" Prowl questioned and sat in his chair and scooted up to his desk.

"Don't you fragging tell me how to my job!" Ratchet hissed. "Wheeljack wasn't in a bit of any kind of danger, slaggit, Prowl! He's was just electrocuted, it's not the end of the world! He don't need no saving,"

"Hey! It hurt you know!" Wheeljack snapped. "I can't believe you didn't help me once you saw me go unconscious! I'm your best friend, Ratchet!" He crossed his arms best he could as he was crushed against the wall by Ironhide.

"Me Grimlock no like you Ratchet no more. You Ratchet no help him Wheeljack when you know him Wheeljack need help." Grimlock leaned over the bots in front of them and growled at Ratchet who shoved him away.

"And now brings it to you Grimlock." Prowl rose an optic ridge. "You know we don't tolerate it when you attack fellow Autobots." Prowl spoke softer. Grimlock huffed.

"Him red annoying bot and him yellow twin deserve it." Grimlock spoke proudly.

"Doesn't matter. You still don't do it." Prowl cleared his throat then looked to Red Alert.

"Continuing with Ratchet, you let him watch inside your office. Red Alert, you are better than this. You knew Wheeljack needed help, didn't you?" Prowl was still having to tell himself this was Red Alert in his office. Red Alert was never in trouble for anything. Perhaps the guilt trip would make him confess.

"I know! Please don't kill me or court martial me! Seriously Prowl, Ratchet had just walked in and asked kindly to use the computers! I swear by the Allspark I didn't know what he was up to until later but I even tried talking him out of it!" Red Alert squealed like a little piggy all the way home. Prowl lifted an optic ridge.

"Well it appears your innocent. Anything else I should know?"

"Ratchet tried to erase the tapes."

"Red! Shut it!" Ratchet snapped with a groan. He rubbed his face and Prowl tilted his helm.

"What tapes?"

"Oh the tapes of him going down to the office. He didn't want you to know." Sideswipe smirked, glad the blame wasn't just on him this time. Especially since he never sees Ratchet in Prowls office.

"It was your slagging idea!" Ratchet protested.

"Cause I didn't want you to kill me but I didn't think you'd go through with it!" Sideswipe raised his servos.

"That's a lie." Sunstreaker snorted. Sideswipe glared and shoved his twin.

"Mute it, Sunshine."

"What was that!?" Sunstreaker snapped and tackled his twin. Prowl sighed and rubbed his forehelm.

"Enough!" Prowl snapped. Sunstreaker glared at his brother before releasing his pin. Sideswipe got up and brushed the inaginary dirt off him, an action he picked up from humans in the movies.

"He started it." Sideswipe mumbled. Sunstreaker rolled his optics and crossed his arms. Prowl read over his datapad a few times and hummed.

"Alright, if I call your name then please step outside, you are free to go," Prowl picked up datapad. "Bumblebee," the yellow scout ran out as fast as he could. "Ironhide," the red mech followed suit, ready to leave the cramped space. "Wheeljack," the scientist glared at Ratchet and Jazz again before leaving. "Red Alert," the white mech took off. "And lastly the Dinobots."

Once everyone left, Jazz gulped as Prowl began to smile.

...

"You missed a spot."

"Mute it!" Sunstreaker snapped.

"What? You did!" Sideswipe huffed and took the rag from the bucket. He slapped it onto the floor and kept scrubbing.

"You know we got into this mess because of you." Ratchet hissed. "And I shouldn't be wasting my time cleaning floors but instead in my medbay!"

"Prowl already asked if ya needed ta finish anythin' else so ya stuck 'ere with us. Deal with it, Ratch'," Jazz glared through his visor as he cleaned. Ratchet glared back and threw his rag at Jazz, hitting him square in the face. Sideswipe bust out laughing. Jazz looked to the red mech.

"Ya think this is funny, huh?" Jazz grabbed his bucket and almost slid as he tried to reach Sideswipe. Sideswipe optics widened and he got to his pedes.

"Oh no, I don't think so." Sideswipe scurried past Sunstreaker and ducked. Jazz tossed the dirty water onto Sunstreaker, missing Sideswipe. Sunstreaker dropped his rag with a snarl. Jazz dropped his bucket with a loud clang.

"Oh slag," Jazz turned on his heels and ran. Sunstreaker ran after him like a predator on its prey. Jazz continously shouting apologies. Sideswipe laughed at the misfortune and fell on the floor. Suddenly a loud splash hit Ratchet. A blue bright liquid dripped over his optics and he looked up.

"Oops," Wheeljack smirked, his cube now empty and still aimed at Ratchets helm.

"I'm going to kill you!" Ratchet shouted and dropped everything he was working on. Ratchet ran after a laughing Wheeljack, hot at his heels. Sideswipe was still laughing, holding Teletran as support. Teletran quietly onlined.

"Sideswipe has tampered with me." The voice spoke in monotone.

Sideswipe screamed.

...

In the dark security office, Optimus Prime and Prowl clinked their energon cubes together as they watched the footage, laughing. Red Alert pouting behind them.