Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and other people not me.

I don't really know what this is. It can stand on it's own like this, but I might also eventually add more chapters. Also there's a possibility that any possible future chapters might develop a sudden case of slash. I'll be sure to put up a warning if they do.

This is G1, mostly cartoon.

It hadn't really meant anything to Sunstreaker. He hadn't honestly even thought about what he did, all he knew was that the minibot was being even more annoying than usual and since Sunstreaker was in a bad mood anyway… well, the result wasn't pretty, and definitely not easy on his paintjob.

"Stupid slagging minibot," the yellow mech growled quietly as he unenthusiastically scrubbed the floor. If there's even one more scrape on my paintjob because of this, the little glitch is…

The sound of footsteps made Sunstreaker pause and look up. If it was that pit spawned minibot come to gloat then he'd make sure the glitch would regret it. Wasn't it enough that he had to go around looking all scuffed up? Actually it didn't matter who it was, if they said one word about him down on his knees cleaning the fragging floor, they'd get their afts handed to them.

He looked up… and the words died before they could pass through his vocal processor as he saw the dinobot standing there and looking… odd. Not like dinobots ever look anything else.

"Me Swoop want to say thank you," the pteranodon said earnestly. The seemingly sparkfelt sentiment was so rarely directed toward the Lamborghini that the words managed to temporarily distract him from his annoyance towards the world in general.

"You could have said something to Prowl," Sunstreaker said petulantly, but didn't sound nearly as annoyed as he'd meant to. "Maybe the slagger wouldn't have made me clean floors." He slammed the washrag down on the floor, continuing said cleaning with more force than was strictly necessary.

"Me Swoop know how to stomp minibots. Not want to hurt fellow autobot. Him Cliffjumper hurt, me Swoop not want that."

He really didn't need to be lectured by a dinobot on his behaviour. He got enough of that from Prowl. At least the dinobot wasn't as long winded as Prowl, did the second in command honestly expect him to pay attention to all of it?

"Me Swoop say thank you because of what you Sunstreaker say," the dinobot said quietly, the voice coming from his vocal processor unusually subdued.

***

The scene that had unfolded in the common room of the Ark was by no means an unusual one. That's not to say that the autobots in general condoned any sort of casual (or any other type of ) cruelness. However this was a case of ignorance more than deliberate malice, most of them really just didn't realise they were being cruel.

It was a quite commonly held opinion amongst autobots that the dinobots as a whole were a few circuits short of a motherboard. It wasn't like any of the autobots ever really gave this conclusion much thought, it was after all rather obvious. You just needed to look at the way they behaved, they way they talked. The comments on the processing capabilities, or lack thereof, of certain mechs were as such quite common.

Sadly it was mostly Swoop who had to suffer from these. The reason for this being the fact that out of all of his brothers he was the only one who actually tried spending time with the autobots and was least likely to react with gleeful violence to pretty much everything. He was also the one most likely to take such comments to spark.

So, no one was exactly surprised at Cliffjumper's currently less than considerate comments about the least violent of all the dinobots.

It had seemed like Swoop had just been enjoying watching the autobots in the common room, at least one would assume he liked doing it since he did it often enough, when for no particular reason at all Cliffjumper had decided to alleviate his own boredom by antagonising the poor dinobot. Of course it could have been an innocent invitation to participate in a game of chess, but there wasn't anyone who would actually believe that.

"Come on," the red sports car now tried to wheedle, while sounding remarkably condescending. "It's not a difficult game at all," he added as he walked toward the dinobot.

The bigger mech shook his head and stepped backward.

"Me Swoop not want to play."

The sight of the larger mech backing away from the minibot might have been amusing… alright it did look funny and garnered some outright laughs and not a few lip components stretched out in smiles as the other autobots stopped to look at the spectacle.

Of course both dinobot and minibot failed to notice the yellow Lamborghini and quite inevitably Swoop backed right into Sunstreaker. That wouldn't necessarily have been so bad, the yellow warrior while antagonistic at the best of times might not have made such a horribly big deal of it. Certainly there would have been some grumbling about ruined paintjobs and probably at least some insults, but it might have stopped there.

Cliffjumper took one look at the fuming yellow mech and the unhappy pteranodon and started laughing.

"At least you didn't scuff his paint." The red Porsche managed to get out. "But I guess you dinobots just can't help stumbling into things, even glaringly yellow ones."

"At least the dinobots are more useful than you."

After that the whole thing had gotten out of hand.

***

Sunstreaker thought he was probably meant to answer the dinobot. That's the polite thing to do. Of course the yellow mech had never been known for his politeness.

Ignoring the pteranodon he went back to his floor scrubbing, if he had to get it done, the sooner the better. And he wouldn't put it past Prowl to come inspect the fragging floor once he was done. At least he hadn't assigned him a guard.

He looked up when he heard the thud of dinobot knees against the floor.

"No one tell me Swoop not to clean floor." The dinobot offered in explanation as he pulled up a washrag and started scrubbing the floor. "What him Prowl not know not hurt me Swoop."

Sunstreaker stared at the dinobot in plain surprise. Not that he couldn't use the help and he certainly hadn't expected it, but that bit of logic was not something he'd expected to hear from a dinobot.

"Thanks," he said grudgingly. Whatever got him away from this slagging floor. And who says, I can't be polite.