Hello fanfiction-eers! (lol, that rhymes with three musketeers...never mind)
This is my first story to post on fanfiction (using this account anyway...), and I'm not even sure I want to upload it. I wanted to have this whole thing written before posting it, but I ran out of motivation, so I decided to post in anyway. I should update once a week, and if I don't, I give you all permission to pester me until I do.
This story will have humanized!bots in it (but only two, for the sake of the story), so if you don't want to see some [temporarily] humanized bots, I suggest you click the button at the top left hand corner of the screen with the arrow pointing left (or press backspace if you have your key-board short-cuts on :P). Also, this story will have quite a bit of dialogue from the movies (and I'm planning on doing all three) and a fair bit of TF mythology in it.
Now onto a more serious matter: I do not own Transformers, they unfortunately belong to hasbro and Micheal Bay and whoever else has a hand in the fandom. I don't even own the twins, nor their human names (I stole them from a couple of guys in my grade because I had no inspiration what-so-ever at the time). I only own the plot and all of the devious things I have planned *evil grin*
This author's note has gone on for quite a while, so with out further ado, I present to thee: A Twisted Tale! (not a very imaginative title -.-' )
The corridors of Tranquillity High were exactly as the name suggested: tranquil. It was early morning, before anyone had arrived and the sun was barely up. The birds were chirping outside and little squirrels were scavenging for nuts at the base of trees. But if one listened hard enough, they could hear the sound of quiet sniggering. This sniggering might seem innocent to you, but to some, it could strike unbelievable fear into their hearts.
"No! Don't use the green one! Use the yellow one!"
"Why did I even agree to this?"
"Because you love me and you don't want your twin to prank on his own."
"…alright, you win this time."
"I always do, now pass me the yellow one!" The teenage boy held out his hand and one who looked almost identical to him handed him a wire. The first one hooked the wire up to a box that had so many other wires connecting to different places it was impossible to tell where one started and ended.
"Done!" he said, stood up and stretched his back.
"What did we just do anyway?" his twin asked. He only agreed to helping his brother prank most of the time because his brother would threaten to mess up his hair… he would never admit he actually enjoyed pranking and spending time with his brother- that was way to out of character for him.
"We, my dear brother, just sabotaged the PA system. Now, when the principal tries to announce something, he'll sound just like Darth Vader or Sexy Back will play through it. Depends on what he tries to say. If he just wants to announce something, it'll be Darth Vader. However if he tries to call us to his office, it'll play Sexy Back. Am I a genius, or am I a genius?"
His twin hummed. "Not one of your better pranks." Just as he said that, his phone buzzed. He grabbed an iPhone with a bright yellow case out of his pocket and unlocked it. "It's the Hatchet. He's wondering where we are."
The first twin looked thoughtful for a moment and then his face brightened. "Got it! Tell him that we went to school early because we wanted to walk to school, get a bit of fresh air! It's better for your health and the environment after all," He said his eyes bright. His brother nodded kind of absently.
"Because fresh air is so hard to come by..." the second muttered sarcastically before typing in the message. So the two twins walked off to wait at their usual spot for school to start.
These two twins may seem like the normal, pranking twins to you, but looks can be deceiving. You see, these two twins haven't had the same upbringing as you or I. No, these twins were raised by giant, transforming alien robots from the planet Cybertron. They called themselves the Autobots, the 'good' faction in a war that had been raging for millennia. They are looking for the Allspark, and they traced it here to Earth. That's how their chief medical officer, Ratchet, stumbled across them as babies.
Ratchet had just chosen an alt-form in the form of a search and rescue hummer- quite fitting, don't you think? He was the first to arrive at the abandoned alleyway that was the meeting point for the others that had arrived on Earth. He was about to slip into some light recharge, when he heard a cry from the dumpster beside him. Using his superior scanners, he scanned the dumpster, and the results had him extremely surprised. Near the bottom, there was a large garbage bag with a few holes in it and in that bag, there were two infants. Ratchet immediately transformed and got the infants out of the dumpster. He scanned them, this time more thoroughly and found that they were extremely malnourished and quite sick. He quickly gave them a shot to deal with the sickness and malnourishment. At that moment, Optimus Prime and the others rolled in.
Optimus transformed and started relaying orders. He didn't seem to notice the human infants that Ratchet held in the palm of his hand. Ironhide did, however. "Ratchet? Mind telling us why you're holding two baby fleshies? You didn't steal them for curiosity sake, did you?" Ironhide asked gruffly and Ratchet snarled at him.
"Of course not! They were abandoned in the dumpster! They are malnourished and could offline!" Ratchet said, his optics flashing. True, he didn't know much about this race other than the medical journals and procedures he downloaded, but he could still tell when a patient, or in this case patients, needed help.
In the end, the Autobots agreed to raise the two twins, much to the delight of Bumblebee and Jazz. Optimus seemed indifferent, but one who knew him could tell that he was pleased to have two new charges among his ranks. Ironhide, after a bit of grumbling, softened up and eventually the twins had him wrapped around their little fingers. As they didn't know any good human names, and a search of the internet gave them nothing they really liked, they gave them Cybertronian designations: Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.
Over the years, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker grew up, but some would say only in appearance. You see, the twins had a nasty habit of pulling pranks. They started at the meagre age of six, getting them in trouble in preschool. Since then, they had pulled many pranks, of all shapes and sizes. Of course, the Autobots eventually had to give the two human names, and when they asked them what they wanted, they received the answers of "Xan" and "Zac"
Appearance wise, you couldn't tell them apart, even Ratchet would have difficulty because their signatures were so close they were almost the same being. The only thing different between them was the naturally coloured tips at the ends of the hair. Sunstreaker had bright sun yellow –ironically- and Sideswipe had fire-truck red. The rest of their hair was black and stuck out everywhere –so why Sunstreaker was so worried about anyone messing up his perfect hair, nobody would know. They were tall for their age and muscular, but not overly so, and extremely agile. They could perform flips and leaps that had even Olympic gymnasts struggling. The twins had bright blue eyes, so bright in fact, that they almost seemed to glow, not unlike the optics of our favourite robots.
So back to our story. It was a Friday, the last day of the school week. Teens were starting to pour into the school, the car lot filling up slowly. Sideswipe sniggered as he spotted one of his favourite targets, Sam Witwicky, arriving with his father driving him. Sam was used to their antics, as the twins had been pranking him for as long as he could remember. He slung his bag over his shoulder and started heading into the school. Before he could get too far though, he felt an arm over lay his shoulder.
Sideswipe, or Xan to Sam, had put his arm around his shoulders. His twin was on his other side, but was not touching him. Where Sideswipe was the more open and charismatic twin, Sunstreaker was more closed off, cynical and cold. They were like two sides of a coin. "Sooooo. Hey Sam," Sideswipe said cheerfully.
"Oh god, what have you two done this time? Actually I don't want to know," Sam sighed. He wished these two would leave him alone.
"Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough anyway. So, who're you doing for that family genealogy report?" Sideswipe asked.
Sam shifted his bag higher up on his shoulder. It was heavier than usual with all the trinkets in it. "Uh, my great-great grandfather, Captain Archibald Witwicky." Sideswipe rolled his eyes. As if that would be interesting. It would be another snooze fest.
"Lame!" he exclaimed and Sunstreaker rolled his eyes at his twin's antics. Sometimes he wondered if they were even related.
Sam seemed offended. "Ok, if mine is so lame, who are you doing?"
Sideswipe grinned a wide grin that had Sam faltering in fear for his life. "Sammy boy, you know we're orphans, so we didn't do it."
"What about your adoptive parents?" At this, both of the twins scoffed then laughed a little.
"Who would want to do an assignment on the Hatchet or 'Hide?" Sunstreaker asked. Sideswipe laughed a little more.
"Maybe BB, you know how much he looks up to 'Hide. Jazz would probably fill his assignment with insults to them for making him turn off his music," Sideswipe said happily. "Mind you, the one time they got really pissed was when we messed with his volume controls and he was blasting at full volume and he couldn't turn it off. Even he got angry," Sideswipe mused. Sam was thoughtful- Xan and Zac were real techy. They seemed to have everything before it came out, and had seen movies before they were even released. It must have had something to do with their weird family.
The day passed quietly, with the exception of the intercom incident. It was quite amusing to hear Darth Vader talk about the upcoming bake sale. A few minutes later, Sexy Back started playing throughout the school, sounding almost like the principal himself was singing it. No one could focus on their work for the rest of the session and it was all everyone talked about at lunch time. People were coming up to the twins to congratulate them and thank them for the prank that brightened up their day.
Finally it was the last session of the day and the twins were getting restless. Ratchet had mentioned to them something about a surprise the night before so they couldn't wait to get home. "Xan! Zac! Are you two focussing? Because you're so attentive this lesson, why don't you go next." their teacher, a middle aged man who had no purpose in life but to purposely fail kids, said. The twins looked at each other, then nodded. Sideswipe bounced up to the front of the class and Sunstreaker followed calmly, glaring at everyone who looked at him funny.
"Hi guys!" Sideswipe said and Sunstreaker just nodded at the class. The class grinned and straightened up. When you were lucky –or unlucky- enough to be in a class with the twins, you could be guaranteed a laugh. "So for our assignment, I did my dear counterpart Sunshine here, or Zac to you other people," Sideswipe said happily and ignored the glare his twin gave him for the nickname.
"I did it on the idiot who is beside me. Yes, I'm talking about Si- Xan. You see, Xan is not a normal person- I don't even know if he's even human. In fact, I'm not entirely sure we're related. He-" By now the class was giggling, with the exception of Sideswipe and the teacher, who were both scowling.
"STOP!" The teacher yelled and the twins paused. Neither of them looked like they were going to take him seriously. "The point of this assignment was to not do it on each other! Now you have thirty seconds to come up with some interesting facts about your family!"
The twins smirked. "Sir, we're orphans. No family, remember?" Sunstreaker said coolly, staring at the teacher like he was dumb. The teacher spluttered a little and glared at him, which Sunstreaker more than matched.
"Then say something interesting about your adopted family!"
Sideswipe burst out laughing, even Sunstreaker was smirking a little. "Ha! That'll be easy!" Sideswipe exclaimed. The class weren't worried for the twins' health like most would be. They were used to Sideswipe bursting into laughter when someone mentioned something funny about their family, or random fits of laughter that came with prank ideas.
"Our family… well, there's so many interesting things to say about them! Well, to start with, they come from a really long way away." Sunstreaker started and the twins sniggered.
"Oh yeah. Sometimes the way they act, one would think they'd come from another planet," again, more sniggering. "But they have an interesting history. They grew up in a war." No need to mention that most of them were there for the beginning of it.
"They travelled from…uh, let's say Australia, 'cause I can't remember where exactly! There was OP, the Hatchet, good ol' Ironbuddy, smooth Jazz and baby BB. They had other family, but they were separated. Hopefully one day they'll get here." And hope they're alive… was the unspoken wish. The teacher glared at them and shooed them back to their seats.
"Sam! You're up!" he snapped and Sam stumbled up to the front. He emptied what seemed to be a pile of junk out of his bag before starting. The twins tuned out his babbling and started writing notes.
Yo, Sunny!
Sides…save me. This is so slagging boring!
Hehe sextant. Lol, Sam is so awkward! (:
So's sex with you
How would you kno? ;)
Stop sniggering you fragger!
Hey! Don't those symbols look like Cybertronian glyphs?
…you're right! They do!
They're not words I understand, and OP even taught me the language of the primes!
They look like co-ordinates. We need to get a copy of that paper!
Roger, roger.
The Autobots had taken their job as parents seriously and decided to try and teach them their language. While the twins couldn't actually speak the language itself, they could decipher and understand the blips, beeps, chirps and whirrs that made up the Cybertronian language and could read and write the different symbols. Optimus went even further to teach them the language of the primes, just in case.
The bell rung and the whole class packed up their things. "Might be a pop quiz tomorrow, might not. Sleep in fear tonight," the teacher dismissed them.
Sideswipe gave his twin a look that said 'seriously?' "I think he's getting old. Who assigns a pop quiz on the weekend?" They walked through the school and were almost to the car-park when a shout stopped them.
"Messrs Xan and Zac Autober! My office, now!" the yell came from their headmaster (who the twins had once kindly dubbed head-hunter), who looked like he wanted to throw something at them, preferably sharp and pointy. The two teens looked at each other and came to a silent agreement: 'RUN!' They broke off at a sprint, the headmaster trying to catch up.
They made it to the carpark, but Trent, by being the idiot and bully he was, decided to make the twins' life more difficult by driving his car in their path, with no time to stop. To most, it looked like the twins would crash into the car and end up in the clutches of the Headhunter, as they so lovingly called the headmaster. But only those in the twin's gym class knew that this wasn't true. They sped up and Sideswipe lightly jumped onto the roof of the Jeep that was Trent's car. He grabbed Sunstreaker's hand and jumped down on the other side, catapulting his twin next to him. Cackling madly, they ran into the 2007 GMC Topkick waiting for them.
I'm a little hesitant in uploading this story- still haven't worked out all the kinks so it'll be a little rough around the edges...
I do actually have an idea and a direction for this story, it just might take a little while to get there. I had the idea for this one ages ago while reading a huma!transformers story. I felt like doing something a little different, and seeing as no-one else has done something along the plot-lines I'm going for, then I feel relatively safe posting this. There is no romance planned for this story [other than cannon, of course] but if you want a romance story, and I get enough reviews, I might post one I've been working on.
I'm planning on updating once a week. I have around six chapters written for this story but Christmas Holidays/Summer break is only *counts on fingers* two and a half weeks away. And because I live in Australia, Christmas holidays last for about two months, which means more and faster updates.
Also, don't forget to review! :D More reviews + more motivation = better and faster updates!
Till then, my lovlies
-Greentree Frog.