Possession Chapter 1

Summary: Ironhide is becoming increasingly violent. Sunstreaker had no idea. Bluestreak is afraid. Jazz is acting weirdly. Ratchet is guilty. And First Aid pays for all.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or their characters. I only own this

story.

"Normal talk"

::Conlink::

/Bond talk/

Sound

(Change scene/POV)

***(flashback)***

Location: Cybertron.

Rate: T (Violence)

|Chapter One|

"Sunstreaker... Sideswipe. GET YOUR FAT SHINY AFTS OUT OF MY MEDBAY!"

A heavy wrench was thrown overhelm as the twins scampered out of the Hatchet's domain.

"Well whatcha know bro. O'l Ratchet is in one of his moods today."

Sunstreaker groaned. All he wanted was a new paintjob. It had been 10 Orns since he had a fresh coat of colour. He was a wreck! His yellow finish was dulling from the many missions that he was sent out to the sea-of-rust. Damn that place have him the creeps. He had just returned. Welcomed by his twin. Tired. Sore. And grumpy.

Well going back to the topic itself. He couldn't find the new architect Hoist or the constructibot Grapple. The pit he was going to Wheeljack to ask for help. The fragging new inventor might probably blow him up. Sideswipe had been telling him about the many time when he was away how that crazy mech shook the entire left wing tower with an exploding bio metallurgybaggythingy

So Plan B. Find Ratchet.

The newest Medic was currently off shift. The previous battle with the Decepticons was triumphant. One that Sunstreaker had missed. It did not make him happy to know that his twin was present in that particularly great battle. Ironhide managed to land a shot on the leader of the Decepticons- Megatron. Serverly injuring his chassis. Old bucket-helm didn't even stand a chance. How cool was that? Well O'l Megzy did fire a rather nasty shot at Prime so he probably deserved that. Ironhide then proceeded to punch the living daylight out of the Decepticon leader. Imagine that! Holly Primus on a pongo-stick! That must've been quite a showdown! Another kick from 'Hide and he was out. Leaking energon everywhere staining everything. Prowl was another hero that day. That trine leader Starscream aka Megatron's SIC managed a cheap shot to Bluestreak's doorwing. He was going to finish-off the young Praxian when Prowl stomped in. Effortlessly, he grabbed the seeker by his neck-cables and tore out his left winglet. Sideswipe himself was amazed by the tactician's brut strength. Not to mention that Starscream was seriously living up to his name. Screaming to the highest heavens. His twin learnt that day to never mess with Prowl when it came to protecting his kin.

There was nobot in his Medbay. Ratchet had easily repaired the crew and the earlier battle scars and gashes disappeared as if it wasn't there anymore. He was a mirical worker indeed! But alas...

He wasn't even doing anything! And yet he refused to let us step a pede in his bay.

So much for helping a bot in need!

"Ah nevermind bro. If the Hatchet's too busy in whatever the frag he's doing we'll just have to find help elsewhere."

"He didn't have to throw a wrench at us right?"

"He's always like that. It is like he doesn't even want anyone near him or around him at all!"

"He needs a good 'face yeah. Someone who take care of his needs. Someone who can protect him when in need..."

Sideswipe leaned on the door of the medbay. A little smirk on his faceplate.

"I can name a few who can fit that role."

Sunstreaker sniffed indignantly.

"I'm pretty sure I can fit that role. I'm strong. And tough. And no 'con could ever step a ped near hi-PHFF WA-HEY!"

The red frontliner clammed a servo on his egoistic brother's faceplate before he could drown in his yellow Ego.

"I'm saying someone OTHER than you Sunny."

His twin vented deep in thought.

"Prowl?"

"Ugh too strict. He's a sharpshooter and a tactician for crying out loud. Besides Ratchet hates him and his doorwings remember?"

"Hound."

"That cyber-nature lover? Nope. It isn't going to work. He prefers staying with his high and mighty Tower botfriend catching turbo-foxes all Orn long."

"Well. Wheeljack?"

"Are you nuts? That maniac would probably blow himself AND Ratchet skyhigh."

"How bout... Ironhide!"

"Cons retreat cause if his big guns. He's strong as frag but ain't you see how Ratch always tries to avoid him?"

"Yeah cause everyone knows that Ironhide is deeply in love with Mr Grumpy."

Ever since the medic was transferred over to Iacon from Vos with his assistance First Aid Ironhide had been spending all his free time in the Medbay. His offshifts equals to a trip to the Medbay. Sunstreaker lost count of the many excuses he used to be there. Like 'Oh Ratchet my weapons are malfunctioning.' Or 'Ratchet! I think there's something wrong with me.'

Ratchet this. Ratchet that. One would be blind if they were ignorant to the fact that the high and hightly Gun-specialist actually literally flirted outwardly with the CMO. Ratchet knew. Of course. But refused to compliment his efforts. Or even cooperate.

He tried. All ways. From throwing wrenches to threatening to weld his aft to the ceiling and even to the extent of blatantly ignoring him.

But of course the weapon specialist preserved.

Ironhide doesn't give up.

"I've never noticed that before."

"I mean 'Hide isn't that bad right?" Sides stroked his chin wonderingly. Ironhide might be a beast at first sight. But in actual fact the red warrior had a lovely gentle spark. In fact said mech was in the bay right now as they spoke. When Sunstreaker had poked his helm into the medbay he saw Ironhide standing not far from the medic. Though he didn't see or hear anything else after that. He sniggered inwardly.

That's why the bay was Soundproof.

"Bro... Check this out."

His red twin was on his pedetips craning his neck cables and staring through the glassplannels into the medbay.

"Look at them!"

The red mech was shouting by the way he was gesturing with his servos, his mouth speaking silently behind the soundproof glass. His optics flashed with anger as he glared at Ratchet. Sunstreaker cycled air silently as Ratchet curled his lip components and turned away from him. Narrowing his optics.

"Damn... What's wrong with them?" Sunstreaker spoke after finding his glossa. Ironhide might raise his voice once in a while. Holler as loud as turbo-jet but he would never shout. Especially at Ratchet.

"Something's missing in between..."

"...and that's something you shoulder poke your olfactory sensors in Sunstreaker." A new voice piped up from the corner. First Aid stood infront of them. His visor flashed in a way the twins had never seen before.

"Excuse me. I need to enter the Medbay."

In a flash the twins placed their servos out. Blocking the little medic from entering.

"No can do bro. Ratchet is in a foul mood right now."

"Yeah and he wouldn't want anyone's company. Ironhide is already adding to his displeasure"

Aid narrowed his optics behind his visor and was still for a little while.

"I said get away from the doors Twins."

"Nu uh."

Suddenly a flash of red flew across the room and slammed onto Sideswipe's chassis. The impact felled him onto his aft. First Aid spun around and threw a punch at Sunstreaker. Aimed at his optics.

"OUCHHH-EHHH. WHAT THE FRAG!"

The medic cracked his neck strut.

"When it comes to standing between me and my mentor. You better not stand in my way. Unless you want a broken strut."

"There's... Definitely... Something *phew* going on *pant* with Ratchet *heave* and Ironhide."

A servo on his sore optics Sunny nodded snarling.

"And where in the fragging universe did First Aid learn THAT! I thought he was a peace-loving hippie?"

First Aid ignored the twins and opened the Medbay doors but not before an enraged gun specialist rammed out. The medbot and Warrior stood optic to visor.

One nanoclick.

Two nanoclicks

Said red mech's optics glittered dangerously. One that Sunstreaker had never seen before. First Aid leveled the look and said nothing but brushed past him and slammed the Medbay's doors shut. He snarled something uncomprehendable before giving the winded Twins a glare.

"Get out of my way midgets!"

Da frag? The throb in his optics evaporated and the anger elevated in the yellow warrior.

"What. Did. You. Call. Me?!"

Ironhide stood his dentals pressing hard against each other.

"I said. Get out of the way MIDGETS!"

That was it!

With a cry of unholy rage Sunstreaker sprang up to give that mech a piece of his twisted processor...

...but was too slow as Ironhide sidestepped him and reached over with his ironservos clamping his own servos with his own. A black ped kicked out on the back of his knees and Sunstreaker fell faceplate- first in a heap of metal. A heavy ped crushed his back-strut and a cycle of air left his tanks.

"Arghhh get off you fragger!"

Sideswipe was in his battle stance, balancing his weight on both pedes firmly on the floor. His fist curled, optics burning into the weapon specialist. He didn't want to fight Ironhide. Well... For the first time they didn't start the brawls in the halls.

"'Hide. Get off my brother." He spat drawing his peds nearer with each word.

"Not until he begs for forgiveness scum!"

There was a pregnant silence.

"W-what? N-no way-y ARGHH!"

There was a sickening snap of metal grinding metal and a cry-filled with fear and pain now. Ironhide twisted his broken arm tighter behind his backstrut earning another shriek from the frontliner.

Sideswipe collapsed onto the floor gasping silently, cradling his arm. The sudden attack gave no time for his brother to close the twin bond and he was feeling everything that was emitting for the yellow frame.

"'H-hide stop-p! You're hurt-ting me." He tried to say but his words were laced with static. He was an Autobot! What was Ironhide doing this to him!?

"Not till you beg and say my name little pit-spawn!"

He tried to clamp the twin-bond shut seeing his twin on the floor but pain came in waves and he couldn't control it. Yowling he reared his legs up and tried to ram the mech away from him. He came in contact with a torso and triumph blossomed only for a moment before the talons ripped through his side.

Sideswipe gawked at his brother's energon steadily flowing from his torn coolant lines. His normally icy optics reflected emotion.

Was it fear? Fear for himself. Fear for his brother. Uncertainty, of what this mech pinning him down would do to him.

Ironhide. That mech was Ironhide.

He hissed tanks whirling as heavy servos slammed against his throat. His right arm dangled uselessly at his side whist his left struggled to losen the iron grip. He couldn't intake. Cycle air. He needed air!

Recovering swiftly, Sideswipe staggered to his pedes and released his blades, charging up to Ironhide...

"One move Red and your brother will be nothing but an empty husk!"

He screeched to a stop. Heaving violently as he felt himself being strangled by invisible servos. A sound he would have never thought he would've heard escaped his brother's lips.

Sunstreaker was whimpering.

"P-pleas-se Iro-nhid-e I..I beg of-f you! I-I c-can't.. I c-c-can't-t..."

A malicious grin stretched over his faceplates as he deliberately added pressure. The yellow body convulsed and jerked and Sideswipe screamed as his bond suddenly became hollow.