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"I don't like him."

Sideswipe laughed as he followed Sunstreaker's glare. "Why don't you like him? He's interesting enough."

Sunstreaker didn't spare his twin a glance as he continued to glare at Hot Rod. "His paintjob is garish, he's entirely too arrogant, and he thinks he's Primus's gift to mechs."

Sideswipe snorted. "Remind you of anyone?" he asked, glancing sidelong at Sunstreaker.

"I am nothing like him!"

"Riiight, Sunny. "

"Don't call me that!"

Hot Rod looked over and smirked as Sideswipe and Sunstreaker bickered. He looked Sides up and down slowly before sneering at Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker scowled. "He needs to quit looking at you like that." he muttered to Sideswipe.

"Looking at me how?" Sideswipe asked, glancing over at Hot Rod.

"Like he's hungry, and he's just found dinner."

Sideswipe sighed. "Sunny, you do realize - "

"Don't call me that."

" - That I can take care of myself." Sides said, ignoring his twin's protest.

"Yes. It doesn't stop me from wanting to bash his face in every time he looks at you." Sunstreaker said, crossing his arms over his chassis.

Sides smiled. "Love you too. Now, comms duty is calling my name. Catch ya later?"

Sunstreaker shook his head. "I don't think so. I've got patrol."

"All right. Later." Sides stood and with a wave, threw his empty cube into the trash and headed out of the room.

Hot Rod watched Sideswipe leave, and walked over to where Sunstreaker was sitting. "Sunstreaker."

"Hot Rod." Sunstreaker didn't look up from his energon. "What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just your twin."

"Why?"

Hot Rod shrugged. "He's a hot peice of aft?"

"Is that all?"

Hot Rod shrugged again. Sunstreaker stood and pierced Hot Rod with a malevolent stare. "Go near my twin, and you had better pray to Primus that I don't find out about it. If I do, there is no force on this planet, or any other that will save you." he turned and started away.

"Why are you so protective of Sideswipe, anyway? What business is it of yours if I chase him?" Hot Rod asked from his seat.

Sunstreaker gave him a smile, and it was not pleasant. "It's my business. Because I will know. And you don't that. Trust me." With that, Sunstreaker turned, and walked out of the rec room and headed out on patrol, leaving Hot Rod sitting at the empty table.

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A/N - And there's the beginnig to my new story! Hopefully, it's a good start, and you guys like it. Read, review, and let me know how I did.