Oh my God, I can't believe it. I am going insane. Well, I'm not giving up on my other story, I've merely hit the evil detour sign known as Writers Block. And homework. :Shakes fist at sky: Well, With my brain not shutting up and letting some of us sleep, and my laptop nagging me 24/7, I've decided to wreak havok upon the world by writing my randomness.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Maybe someday, but not today.

Pairing: Sunstreaker & Mikalea

Theme: Clean

On with Randomness!

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She had broken up with Sam. Geez, other than meeting the Autobots and saving the world and stuff, there just was'nt that much to Sam. He wasn't the smartest, or the coolest, or the best looking. Mikalea was over the whole 'super awesome guy' thing, but Sam was just a little- how do you say it nicely?- Under average, except for the 'my car is a super advanced alien robot' deal.

So, giving up the cliche boyfriend-to-the-hero act, she had ended it.

Thankfully, Ratchet was a pretty cool bot. After Optimus had said she could keep hanging out with the Autobots he had 'apprenticed' her to him, and now Mikalea was an accomplished medic.

After more Autobots had landed on Earth, she had gotten some real practice. As it turns out, there were plenty of mechs getting themselves into trouble all the time in the base they had taken up under the Hoover dam. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, who couldn't keep out of trouble for a whole day, and Wheeljack, the mad sientist of the lot.

Actually, it was just them, but it kept Mikalea busy. But when one mech came in a lot more than the others, Mikalea began to become suspicious.

At first, it had been big things. A dented up helm, a few panels of armor missing, cracked optics. Mostly souvineirs of pranking the base. But when the yellow lamborghini twin started showing up more and more, for problems that were less and less urgent, Mikalea could smell something fishy going on.

Then again, she did give a free cleaning to every mech she treated.

Finally, one time that Sunstreaker came into the med lab, she cornered him about it.

She was fixing up a severed energon line and some dented metal in his arm when she brought it up.

"So, Sunstreaker." A big head swiveled down to face the girl that was half submerged in his arm.

"Yeah?"

"You been comin' in here alot..."

"Yeah..."

Mikalea rolled her eyes even though Sunstreaker couldn't see it.

"Well.. I'm your doctor, right? I should get to know what's up, right?"

"Yeah..."

Mikalea finished patching up the leaking fluid line and withdrew herself from the battered limb to glare at the yellow Autobot.

"Is that all you say, Sunny? Cuz Ratchet can take care of a busted vocal processor." She took pleasure in the lambo shuddering.

"No, its just... I dunno..." The glare intensified.

"And?"

"And, I um..."

"Well?"

"Well nuthin'. I don't hafta tell you anything," said Sunstreaker like a spoiled child. All that got him was a wrench jammed in some very sensitive wiring. "OW! Okay! I, um, like your 'free clean up' policy," he admitted. Mikalea smiled and turned back to her repair job. Soon she was finished up and sent him on his way- with his free cleaning, of course. But not without one last thing from Sunstreaker.

"You free tonight?"