He liked to show off, what could he say? His beautiful frame running smoothly like a breeze of wind or he just got Ratchet to fix him and he was in a good mood to do so. So what his brother was glaring at him and the medic, for once, started at his with amazement and Prowl, who just arrived, growled behind the medic, he was in a... Good mood, he must say. First time for everything, huh?
His bitter attitude was replaced by a more cocky, proud bravado.
He looked at the small group of gathered officers (minus him and his brother) and smirked, he was getting credit for this (especially with Ratchet's look). Not long ago, the seekers, Ramjet and Thrust, had been flying over Autobot territory and he and Sideswipe had toke them on personally (Jet Judo had never been that fun) and he managed to crash Ramjet into a larger tree that stood it's ground. As he watched his brother try to take down Thrust (playing around a little too much for his liking), he forgot that Ramjet might still have been online. He realized he should have checked on the jet when Dirge, Thundercracker, and Skywarp (what, no Starscream?) showed up, missiles and bullets raining down on the twins. He could tell they were aiming at him most because he was a danger that couldn't be reckoned with and also because Sideswipe was still attached to Thrust. When the Autobots had shown up (Optimus furious at them) they were ordered to stay with Ratchet and Prowl, mostly Ratchet for repairs and Prowl to make sure they didn't run back out (though Ratchet could handle them just fine).
"How is it that you; the one shot at the most, the one who crashed in a tree, ran for almost twenty minutes, and the one who stood still the longest got out without a scratch?" Ratchet asked as he tried to fix the circuitry in Sideswipe's leg.
He grinned, "Skill, pure skill. While my twin here plays and goofs around, I actually try to survive my encounters with the seekers."
Sideswipe just pouted and crossed his servos over his chest. Baby.
"Skill?!" Prowl ground, "You call that brutish display of movements skill?!"
"I came back in one piece, did I not?" Sunstreaker asked, answer clear to the optics.
Prowl's doorwings flashed up with rage and he grabbed Ratchet's shoulder, taking it as a stress ball for a second before sighing (the medic not hurt because Prowl didn't really crush his armor at all). He watched Prowl, the tactician flickering his wings up and down, as he looked over the rock they are behind, he had a look on his face.
"So, we winning?" Sideswipe asked as Ratchet started to weld his arm wounds.
Prowl hummed, "Yeah, I guess..."
"You guess?" Ratchet asked as he welded Sideswipe together and wiped the energon off the next wounds, "What are you really thinking?"
Prowl put on an emotionless mask he always did as he said, "Half the Decepticon army is gone... No Starscream, no Soundwave, no Astrotrain... I'm puzzled, yet interested."
"Intrested?" Sunstreaker asked, scoff in his voice, "Why would you care, much less be interested, in what the Deceticon army is doing with their men?"
"Because their best fighters are out; Starscream could carry missiles and bombs of mass destruction and he's not here, Soundwave could manipulate your mind and take you out when your confused and he's not here, Astrotrain can swoop in and use his three different forms to get your spark in his hands in second and he's not here. I wonder where they could be..." Prowl thought the last part out loud as he pulled his gun out slowly.
"Who would care what's happening to them?" Sideswipe asked the enforcer, "There the enemies and we should just not-!"
Prowl pointed his gun at the red twin (the opposite side of where Ratchet was fixing).
The three flinched as Prowl pointed the gun at the red twin, each startled even more when he put his index digit on the trigger. Sideswipe pushed against the wall with slight fright.
"Look, everyone deserves peace, I get it!" Sideswipe said suddenly, "But we can't all agree on who we think are cool or not!"
Prowl raised the gun higher and had a look you would see in someone doing their job. Ratchet looked at the tactician and looked around quickly, seeing a shadow, he pulled Sideswipe down with a, "Duck!"
The bang of Prowl's gun hit their audios like a sudden screech, Sunstreaker tried to cover his audio fins harshly to block the harsh noises. As quickly as it sounded, it went away. As Ratchet sat up, Sideswipe shook in his armor and sat up as well, derma showing as his mouth made a 'o'.
"What the frag, Prowl! You could have shot my buffoon of a twin!" Sunstreaker growled, good mood gone.
Prowl stayed quiet as a groaning sound over top of them sounded and a large shadow got larger and darker, the three looking up just as a figure landed over the rock with a thud!
The figure landed just above Sideswipe and their belts met, energon leaked out of its mouth and onto Sideswipe's helm or face.
Sideswipe held a crazed smile on his face, the smile you would see someone who was having a mental breakdown have before screaming like a old horror movie woman. As Sideswipe's expression grew grim and he shook harder, he looked up slowly to be met with the face of Blitzwing... a dead Blitzwing. Sideswipe cried out loudly and hugged the closest object to him for dear life, the object being Ratchet. Sideswipe's sudden weight made him topple over and land underneath the red Lamborghini twin.
"OH MY PRIMUS! BLITZWING IS DEAD! PROWL SHOOT BLITZWING OVER ME!" Sideswipe cried and stuttered.
Sideswipe pulled Ratchet close like you would a blanket as a child when you were scared. He nuzzled his helm under the ambulance head and relished the heat that comforted him. Ratchet stared down at the twin and his expression changed to startled.
"Shhhh!" Prowl exclaimed to the screaming twin, "We are to hide, not get a fist brought down pain us! And he's not dead, I shot his side, he's only unconscious!"
"HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THE ENERGON?!" Sideswipe cried from under the ambulance head.
"Be quiet! He fell on a jagged rock, what do you expect to happy, him wake up and fly away?"Prowl said and pushed the twins shoulder armor, making him not only flip over to his back but for Ratchet to be dragged with him on top.
Ratchet yelped as Prowl pushed Sideswipe, making the clinging twin turn over with him too. As he was slung on top, he used his knees to stop the rolling and sit up slightly. He blushed as the twins helm stayed flush under his expanded armor. Why wasn't he letting go? Prowl already explained this to him!
"S-Sideswipe," Ratchet growled to himself at his weakness in his voice, "You can let me go, I am not a pillow."
"You could be~!" Sideswipe purred lowly in his vocalizer.
But the thing is, everyone heard this. Prowl slowly started to walk around the rock and into the action.
"Prowl, no, don't you dare leave!" Ratchet said as Prowl took off at the fighting, soon Prowl was out of earshot.
Ratchet growled at the tactician running away and huffed at the irony. He yelped for the second time as Sideswipe licked at his headlights, the wet and warm glossa slipping over his bumper and windshield with blight and bliss. Sideswipe's optics shuttered off as he felt Ratchet's heated metal past over his glossa.
"Sides..." Ratchet gasp out, pleasure multiplying when the Lamborghini played with his aft.
"Cherry, huh? Such a delicious color~!" Sideswipe kissed in between the headlights and below the windshield, over his spark chamber.
Ratchet groaned. He was letting Sideswipe get to him and use him. He couldn't let the crimson twin mess with his processor and he wouldn't let him play around... that was it! It was all a game! A insatiable game Sideswipe was playing to get a frag (everyone knows Sunny banned his twin from interfacing with him because the red twin toke to much "fun" with playing with the golden mechs valve)! He tried to push the crimson frontliner off him but he forgot the red bot had a twin, and a bond with that golden twin. As he tried to struggle, he felt servos land on his shoulders, pushing him down on the crimson lap (said mech groaned in bliss with the sexy red hips crashing into his black).
"Straddle him." The voice came.
He looked up to see Sunstreaker looking down at him. He sent pleading optics at him, he would never be able to shake off Sunstreaker so easy and his best option was to not cause him more pain then what he was going to get. He didn't want an interface session...
"Straddle him," Sunstreaker said again, "Or I get Sides to lay down and I bend you over him."
Ratchet's whimper made it to their audios and Sideswipe stopped his make out with Ratchet's chassis and Sunstreaker softened his hold on the medics crosses. Both looked over the white and red ambulance with concern (one more blocked from showing then the other).
"Ratch...?" Sideswipe whispered to the ambulance.
"I won't let you abuse me," Ratchet whispered, shaking in the twins arms, "Y-You can't have them..."
"Them?" Sideswipe said to his twin.
"Ratchet, wake up, your acting crazy!" Sunstreaker shook Ratchet not harsh but enough to snap him back and forth.
Ratchet's optics were clouded over and lost... like a ghost of his former self was replaced over his true self...
"Ratch, your freaking us out..." Sideswipe said as he pushed the medic off him gently.
"It hurts, please... he's not yours..." Ratchet said and trembled against the yellow legs.
"R-Ratchet!" Sideswipe said and kissed the medical bot, stopping him from mumbling on with the crazy words that scared him.
Sunstreaker watched as Ratchet's optics turned to normal, the fog going away and leaving only a cloud of exhaustion and timidity. What shocked Sideswipe was Ratchet fell limp, his lips were just managing to stay connected to his. Terrified, he laid the medic down on his back.
"Sideswipe!" Sunstreaker said as he made his twin look at him, "Stop breathing so hard,Ratchet is just tired! Let him rest..."
Sideswipe looked down at Ratchet, softening his gasps til they were short and steady gulps of air. He had been shocked and terrified that Ratchet had buckled under him and gone completely limp. He laid Ratchet down in fear he had killed the medic.
"Well, what a show!" Clapping boomed around the forest dessert area they hid in.
"Who's there?" Sunstreaker said with a tone of shards.
"Your asking me this? Your asking me a simple question?"
"Simple question, simple answer," Sideswipe said as he watched the forest and sand to see for any movement.
"I suppose so..." In a darker side of the forest, a green and purple mech stood out as well as a silver.
Hook and Megatron.
"M-Megatron...," Sunstreaker cursed, "I thought Prime would take care of you! What have you done?!"
"Calm down, Prime is fighting, he's up and running," Megatron's raspy voice purred, the voice unusually sly.
"Then what do you want?!" Sideswipe yelled, terrified for the unconscious medic on his lap.
"It's not what I want, it's what he wants," Megatron pointed to the green medic who was smirking at them, "he wants what was his first."
"What was his...? What are you talking about?!" Sunstreaker growled at them, taking a stance in front of his brother and (lover) medic.
"I want my carrier, you see," Hook said pleasantly, "He carried my sparkling and then he escaped, I want to know what happened to my hire and my little carrier needs me, I know he can't live without me."
The twins scowled, both thinking the same thing: who would want to mate Hook?
"No..." Ratchet whispered as he moved to roll onto Sideswipe's lap more, "Abuse..."
As Sunstreaker heard this, the conversation between his twin and the villains died out... it all made sense now.
"I won't let you abuse me..."
"He carried my sparkling and then he escaped..."
"I won't let you have them... have him..."
"I know they can't live without me."
"No... abuse..."
It all made sense now... it was picture perfect for them (him) to see. He sent his discovery to his twin and the sudden gasp that cut off his twins curses and poisonous words told him his twin had got the message. He shook in fury, in pain for the horror he found...
"Do you want to help me?" Hook asked sweetly, "If so, step away from the medic, please."
"No..."
Hook and Megatron looked at the shaking golden mess that stood livid and towering (only over Ratchet and Hook, he was the same height as Sideswipe and smaller than Megatron).
"You won't touch your carrier... I swear it!" The battle cry sounded and a gunshot was heard over the ending sounds of war.
The Autobots and Decepticons froze in mid-punches or mid-shots to listen to a pained scream run from the forest. The fighting bots were able to determine the scream as easy as day...
"Oh no..." Optimus said and took off into the forest.
One by one the Decepticons and Autobots stormed into the forest opening, the horrors were beyond the years pain and grief...