Tell me what you think, I'm debating on writing this as a story (this is more of a turning point than the beginning)... and this was just so... *soundless gushing and wild happy gesturing* NOT to post

I'm a total sap for secretly gentle and emotionaly confused Sunstreaker...

Sunstreaker pulled out his pad and stylus as he sat down on his berth, his back propped up against the wall with one knee bent as he used his stabilizer to support the pad

And he began drawing, thoughts and desires long since forgotten he could feel surfaced, he allowed them to flow out and into the picture he was drawing

Abstract drawing wasn't his normal style but it was needed for what he wanted to draw, for what he was feeling... for what he desired

Time slipped away as he immersed himself into his work... No... not work it was far to...pleasant to be called that, it was his leisure his pastime... his passion

The picture started to form two orbs dancing around each other, flared brightly with swirls of emotion surrounding them

Sunstreaker's spark began pulsing faster as he slowly drew a tendril from the representation of his spark reaching out to the swirling representation of another's spark

His vents hitched and his fuel pump clenched as the line drew closer to the other spark, his frame starting to overheat and shudder with excitement at even the mere thought of it

He stopped the line just before it touched the spark and drew back his hand just in time for the graceless red idiot known as his twin bust into his room

"SUNNY!"Sideswipe yelled "We are going to be LATE!"

"Don't call me sunny" Sunstreaker grumbled as he put his pad and stylus away and of course Sideswipe ignored him

"Hurry UP Sunny I don't want to be in the brig while everyone else is partying this afternoon" Sides wined

Oh yea the party, maybe he could see his wall flower there, Sunstreaker smirked to himself as he walked out the door then quickly realizing where he was and scowling but then hid the scowel with his usual blank and indifferent look

Besides what better way to convince everyone to let the femme stay than if her presence alone calmed the raging temper of one of their most skilled frontliners?