I wrote this originally for the lulz. Then it turned into a story. It'll be very short though, possibly three to five chapters at most.
Note: It's my first time writing for the Jet Twins so bare with me if their dialogue or personalities are a bit off.
Thunder and Lightning © DC Comics/Cartoon Network
Jetfire and Jetstorm © Hasbro
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Lightning gave out a jovially sigh as he stretched onto the cloud. Another morning, another adventure, he believed. The morning sun was rising in the distance, casting hues of oranges and reds across the dawn. Lightning smoothed up his hair and placed his headband on. The electrical Titan glanced over to his brother who was sleeping comfortably nearby. Smirking, he knelt by Thunder and leaned across him to his ear.
"Brother," he whispered in a sing-song voice in hopes of awaking him, "the time for sleeping is over. The morning sun is in the distance, and we have a mission today."
Thunder stirred, groaning as his eyes flickered to life. Finding his brother inches from his face, he gave a startled gasp as Lightning pulled back. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up as Lightning cheerfully grinned at him.
"What time is it?" Thunder questioned drowsily.
Lightning whipped out his Titans communicator, opening it. "The communicator states it is six in the morning." Placing the communicator back into his yellow cloth belt, he smirked deviously. "We were also requested for our presence early in the morning." Gesturing around, he added, "I believe this is early enough."
Thunder shook off the last ounces of sleepiness and nodded, placing his helmet on to shield nape-length jet black hair. The brothers stood, allowing a blue electrical sphere to envelop them on the clouds. In mere moments, a flash of white light surrounded them, and like ghosts, they vanished.
The same light that captured the stormy duo flashed quickly onto the top of Titans Tower in Jump City. Thunder and Lightning appeared in a cloud of smoke, looking around at the city beyond the sparkling ocean. The morning sunrise glimmered, just ready to fully grace the day with its presence. The brothers always enjoyed the morning, watching the multiple colors the flourished across the sky and how the clouds shifted slowly in the wind. There was nothing better, they thought, than watching the sunrise. That is, except for practicing their powers in harmless ways so innocents would be safe.
Thunder pointed out a hatch that led inside the tower, opening it for his brother and allowing him inside first. Thanking his brother, Lightning hopped through the hatch, and they made their way down a staircase. They approached the entrance to the living room, watching in slight awe as the doors spread apart. Both had not been accompanied with technology in their youth, finding the devices strange. When they had been introduced to video games, Lightning became so frustrated with the controller that his namesake traveled down his arms, down the wire connecting the controller to the Gamestation and caused it to explode in a fiery blast. Lightning never touched a video game system again.
Casually, they waited in the living room, and Thunder went to make himself and his brother some breakfast. Out of the duo, Lightning was incapable of making any sort of food. Being the responsible elder brother, Thunder tried multiple times to teach him, but it usually ended with more explosions and calls from the Titans as why there was food splattered all over their kitchens. They never answered any of their calls.
Lightning watched as his brother made him some waffles, smiling because he knew that Thunder had to do all of the work. Thunder frowned at him, quipping that he should be more responsible.
"What, like you?" Lightning sneered, leaning into him with crossed arms and a devious smirk. "I did not see you complain when we were executing 'fun' on those wooden targets."
"I did," Thunder argued with slight pout. "You simply snapped at me for being foolish."
Lightning paused, a mocking finger to his lip in fake contemplation. After being elbowed in the shoulder by Thunder, Lightning snickered. "Yes, yes, that is true."
"What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
The flatly annoyed voice of Raven attracted their attention to the sliding doors. Instead of hovering like they were used to seeing her do, she strolled over to the counter where they were and retrieved a cup from the cupboard.
"Your leader asked for us to come early in the morning for a mission," Lightning replied as his brother nodded in greeting.
"At six in the morning?" Raven raised an eyebrow in blunt surprise, even if her stoicism hid it well.
"There was never a specified time," Thunder informed, handing his brother a plate of golden brown waffles. Gathering a plate for himself, he acknowledged Raven if she wanted any, but she declined with solemn nod. Shrugging, he took the plate for himself, and they patiently waited for the other Titans to awaken from their slumber.
Idle chatter passed their time with Raven interjecting with some sarcastic quips whenever Lightning attempted to joke. She commented that he was becoming similar to Beast Boy where he would vehemently defend himself and Beast Boy by saying that they had personality while she was a mere witch. The conversation ended with Raven using her telepathy and slamming Lightning in the back of the head with one of her older tea cups.
A couple hours passed until the other four core Titans awake. Starfire gave each of the brothers one of her trademark hugs that nearly broke their backs. Cyborg and Robin greeted them civilly though the former was somewhat confused as to why they were around, not that he minded. Beast Boy was ecstatic to see them because they considered Beast Boy their closest friend in all of the Titans. He had shown them the error of their ways back in the day and had them inducted as Honorary Titans. Robin was not going to approve of them because of their former affiliation with Slade, but Beast Boy asked for them to be included in the rooster. Starfire assisted, knowing there was more to the brothers than just blasting things and making storms. Eventually, Robin conceded, finding comfort in knowing they were simply deceived, and Thunder and Lightning being eternally grateful to the alien princess and changeling.
"Dudes, wassup?" Beast Boy groggily asked, rubbing his eyes. Waving lethargically, he limply dropped his hand to his side and landed slumped over onto the couch. "I got zero sleep last niii…" Beast Boy dozed off, snoring somewhat as Raven rolled her eyes.
"He was up last night playing that stupid monkey video game of his," Raven explained as Beast Boy curled himself up and mumbled something subconsciously.
"So…" Lightning looked over in Robin's direction as he gathered scrambled eggs for himself. "…why exactly have you called my brother and I?"
"I'm glad you asked," Robin replied, taking a bite. "Cyborg, can you show them?"
"Sure thing, Rob," Cyborg replied, bringing up a screen on his arm. Gesturing for them to come closer, he fiddled with a few buttons on his arm that brought up a holographic screen and a frozen image of what seemed to be like a Russian town covered in snow.
"A few days ago, Red Star was sent to go assist Hotspot and the other members of Titans North. Pantha had personally requested him due to his strength and radioactive powers because nobody of her team can withstand radiation like he can, and we need Starfire here," Robin explained.
"Still, what is your need of us?" Thunder asked, glancing over to Robin as Cyborg pressed the image.
The image unfroze, fascinating the brothers as the picture started moving. Two incredibly fast people in hues of yellow and blue darted across the frozen landscape, destroying homes. People screamed in terror as mirthful, strangely pitched laughs erupted from their voices. Deciphering the beings as male, Cyborg froze the image with a tap of his finger.
"Those two have been terrorizing the people of Kashin, a small town in Russia. We haven't been able to get good digital footage of the duo. This was from an old video camera given to us in the mail by the village elder." Robin took another bite of his half-eaten eggs, having devouring them while Cyborg played the footage.
"Without Red Star's watchfulness over Russia, there has been no one to protect the people," Starfire added, sitting next to Robin.
"So we decided to send you two for two reasons. One: These guys act like you before you become Titans. They're reckless and don't care who they hurt. However, they do seem childish and uncertain in some footage we've seem. The second reason is that they also have similar powers to you. They, like you, control some sort of element. We've seen one use fire and the other wind," Robin informed as Cyborg deactivated the screen. "Since these guys are so similar to you, we figured that you'd like to take them down."
Lightning scoffed, crossing his arms vehemently. "They are mere imitations of ourselves, posing as us to do villainy! We will take these rogues and defeat them!"
Thunder nodded, snorting in disgust. "I wonder what fools they are to harm the innocents. They are most certainly like us from before."
"Yeah, 'cept nobody knows anything about them. They just showed from outta the blue and just started terrorizing the people," Cyborg informed. "At least you two had the decency to help clean up the mess."
"Alright, you two are to report to Kashin immediately. The village elder, Rasvok Petrov, has requested that you two go as fast as you can," Robin ordered.
Nodding, they proclaimed they would not fail and headed back up to the roof. Once reaching the top, they allowed the circle of blue light to capture them and teleport them to the skies.
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An intrigued expression crossed Jetstorm's face as he asked, "Brother?"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing over there?"
Jetfire glanced over his shoulder, patting down a snowball in his hands and smirked. "I am making the snowball, brother! I have seen the organics making them, and it seemed like fun." Jetfire wound back his arm in a full circle before chucking it straight at his brother's face. "I have also seen the organics to be tossing them at each other!"
Momentarily befuddled, Jetstorm sputtered as Jetfire guffawed manically. Frowning, Jetstorm quickly turned on his wind turbines and blasted a hurricane of snow at his brother. Jetfire yelped, being blown away by the icy gusts. Landing on his face in a mountain of snow, the orange robot shook himself free of his snowy prison before glaring over to Jetstorm.
"That was not to be called for, brother!" Jetfire whined.
"Ah, perhaps it would be better for you if you had my wind powers!" Jetstorm taunted.
Unfortunately, they were in the middle of Kashin's town square, paying no mind to the humans huddling together in fear. The Russian civilians squeaked with fear and ran off as the playful brothers started an immense snowball fight, forgetting their mission.
Sentinel Prime had sent them to scope out any Decepticon movement. It was rumored that Starscream was hiding out there, and since they had his ability to fly, Sentinel decided that it would be good practice for them to have a solo mission. However, the brothers had not been able to locate the devious Decepticon, and when trying to communicate with the frail humans, they had cowered in fear and ran away. Jetfire and Jetstorm did not take it personally, knowing that they were strangers in a strange land, but it was their first encounter with snow. While they did try their best to find Starscream, they had accidentally destroyed part of Kashin when Starscream spontaneously arrived after noticing the "Auto-brats" and fought them. Proclaiming he would be back, Starscream left the disgruntled robotic duo in Kashin.
The bright side to all this was that Jetfire and Jetstorm soon found a very amusing substitute to fighting on the ground or air: snowball fights.
Jetfire's jubilant laughter split through the freezing air as he nimbly avoided Jetstorm's throws. The fire-inducing robot somersaulted along the ground, throwing his own wads of snow as Jetstorm hovered in the air. Jetstorm smirked, guffawing as well as he tackled Jetfire to the ground and slapped two handfuls of snow on his face. Sputtering, Jetfire quickly recovered and shoved Jetstorm off of him with his feet.
"That is unfair!" Jetstorm pouted. "This is a fight with the snow!"
"Ah, all is fair in a battle, brother!" Jetfire snickered until the other brother tackled him to the ground.
Meanwhile, as the robotic brothers bantered, the elemental twins Thunder and Lightning arrived in the small Russian town and flew down. They looked around, surveying the damage caused by Jetfire and Jetstorm's rogue actions. Some homes had been either burned or blown away like from a powerful tornado. Some villagers were forced outside, keeping warm by diminutive fires by sticks. A few looked up to them, whispering amongst themselves.
An elderly man with wrinkles along his face and small, dark eyes approached them wearing clothes fitting for a terrible winter day. Rasvok Petrov bowed to them, and since it was a custom that were wary of, the brothers bowed back.
"Thank you for coming," Rasvok greeted, voice grave and heavily thick in Russian accent. "We have been trying with the menaces for about a week now. They have battled several times here in our streets as you can see." He gestured around, exposing torn up streets and partially destroyed homes.
"Fear not, elderly one, Thunder and Lightning shall take care of your problem," Lightning arrogantly proclaimed. "Come, brother, we shall seek these two villains."
"Where were they seen last?" Thunder asked, snatching his twin's arm before he could scamper off.
"Over there." Rasvok pointed behind him towards a white hill. "Villagers have reported them being on top of that hill before vanishing a few moments ago before you two got here."
With the initiative, Thunder and Lightning nodded and set off towards the hill. Lightning transmuted the lower half of his body to electricity while his brother opted for a small cloud. They surveyed the skies and watched carefully for any signs of the two renegades. Lightning commented on how he was going to bring them to justice, clenching his fist tightly with a dry smirk. Thunder chuckled nervously, knowing that whenever his brother was adamant on something, he would continue at it until he succeeded.
It was at that moment that a snowball suddenly slammed into Lightning's face.
Crying out, Lightning stopped and hovered, wiping the rest off of his face. Thunder blinked, looking for where the snowball had flown from. The storm-inducing twins stopped, landing and stared curiously to the two creatures in front of them. One was an orange robot with yellow-green eyes along with white and black highlights along its body while the other was blue with a lighter colored visor for eyes and black and yellow highlights. They seemed to have been the culprits of terrorizing the Russian villagers, but they appeared harmless. The robots were laughing, wrestling each other to the ground which was something the elementals would do. Thunder and Lightning exchanged confused looks, recognizing them as the ones from Cyborg's holographic screen.
Jetfire looked up, noticing that they had visitors. Confusion was plastered all over his face as he stared at the skinny yellow teenager before him with orange armor. Jetstorm did the same, but gazed at the built blue teenager in the same colored armor.
"Um, who be you?" Jetstorm asked cautiously, and Thunder recognized the accent as Russian. "Organic counterparts?"
"They be most zackly," Jetfire snickered, also with a Russian accent.
"We are the ones asking the questions!" Lightning snapped irritably, still upset over the snowball. "Who are you?"
Nobody of either party answered. Jetfire mused aloud if they were working with the Decepticons. Jetstorm replied that they were to search for Starscream. Having no idea who or what they were talking about, Thunder and Lightning asked just who they were once more.
"We is Jetfire-!" the orange robot jeered, striking a pose.
"-and Jetstorm!" the blue one added, imitating his brother in the opposite way.
"Together we be the Jet Twins!" they shouted in unison, broad smirks across the metal faces.
"Twins?" Thunder repeated in shock.
"Feh! You may be twins, but we are Thunder and Lighting, the Storm Twins!" Lightning barked. "We have been sent to defeat you, and we plan on doing so! Your terrorizing actions will be stopped!"
"Terrorizing?" Jetfire reiterated.
"What did we do?" Jetstorm asked.
Before Thunder could intervene, Lightning shot out a wave of his namesake at the robotic brothers, but they dashed away. Facing his brother, he shouted, "I will battle the one called Jetfire!"
Thunder nodded, facing Jetstorm. The blue robot had a large smirk on his face that slightly irritated Thunder. Jetstorm activated his boosters, amazing the technology-deficient Thunder and dashed towards him. Recollecting himself, Thunder placed his wrists together and roared, unleashing a beam of blue energy that Jetstorm skillfully avoided.
"Ha! Perhaps it would be better if I is standing still?" Jetstorm taunted, hovering above Thunder.
"You are not the one who holds the ability to fly," Thunder sneered, summoning his cloud.
Jetstorm cooed in awe. "A floating organic device? It will be no problem to beat!"
The blue robot took to the sky, finding it amusing when Thunder followed on his petite cloud. Jetstorm's arms shifted into his wind turbines, exploding with gusting torrents and plowed Thunder into the ground. Jetstorm snickered, finding the game to be over when Thunder rose back up and socked him straight across the face, sending him spiraling to the ground.
"Y-you be very strong, blue organic," Jetstorm admitted, rubbing his face plate.
"And you are a worthy opponent," Thunder complimented as Jetstorm got to his feet.
"Why do you attack us?" Jetstorm asked curiously. "We do nothing to you."
"Uh, because of the harm you are doing," the elemental replied uncertainly.
Over with Lightning and Jetfire, the former transmuted his lower half into electricity and shot surges of energy at the chuckling Jetfire. In response, Jetfire cast up his fire in tornadoes, crashing up towards Lightning. However, the nimble Honorary Titan swerved through the flares and cackled.
"Your powers are admirable, but mine are stronger!" Lightning sneered.
"Then why have you not hit me yet?" Jetfire taunted childishly.
"The question can be shot back at you!" Lightning retorted, flushing.
Jetfire activated his boosters, hovering in the air and dashed up to Lightning. However, being a more experienced flyer, Lightning keenly leaped over his head and slammed his hands down onto his head. Jetfire yelped, plummeting down onto the snow. Lightning's hand crackled with a snapping sound as electricity traveled between them.
During his conversation with Thunder, Jetstorm gasped as he watched his beloved brother crash into the ground. Running over with a bewildered Thunder following, he shouted, "Brother! We must do tag team!"
Jetfire nodded as Jetstorm pulled him to his feet. However, before they could do anything, Thunder intervened with a shout for them to halt. The robots hesitated, and Jetfire curiously looked to his brother for approval, and the cobalt twin nodded slowly. They paused to hear Thunder's proposal.
"We do not need to fight-" Lightning gave an indignant and shocked gasp. "-if you simply tell us why you are here."
"More importantly, brother, have you not noticed that they look similar to us?" Lightning interjected after a moment to ponder what his brother said.
"Bolt Boy is right!" Jetfire jeered, pointing at him. "Except I is not a loudmouth."
"What did you call me?" Lightning shrieked as Thunder held him back.
"Peace, brother!" Thunder warned as the robot twins laughed as his temper. He recalled a word that Jetfire had previously stated, curiously asking, "Oh, and what does 'zackly' mean?"
"It is when your head is looking like your exhaust port," Jetfire sneered, matching his brother's. "Except you two is organics…"
"That would mean their faces look like their bottoms!" Jetstorm guffawed with his brother.
Thunder reddened considerably while Lightning fumed. Lightning shot his brother a look that clearly demanded if he could electrocute them. At this point, Thunder found his temper slimming, and the repressed urge to throttle them came forth. Pinching his nose, he sighed through his nose and frowned at the snickering robotic twins.
"Okay, okay, we is sorry," Jetfire stated, chuckling as Jetstorm coughed to halt coughing.
"I haven't the clue on what you be doing here," Jetstorm added, crossing his arms.
"We have told you before," Lightning seethed, starting to become annoyed by their accents. "We were sent to halt your destruction."
"Destruction?" the twins repeated.
Thunder and Lightning gestured for them to follow up the hill. They pointed out to the Russian village, and the Jet brothers stared out. Both squirmed uneasily, finally noticing the damage they had caused, uneasily turning to the stormy brothers and apologized sheepishly. Thunder and Lightning exchanged a surprised look, surprised they had given in. They expected for them to retaliate with violence, not bowing down. Accepting it, they both shrugged and smiled.
"Perhaps the two of you should explain why you are here," Thunder suggested.
"We were sent by-mmph?"
Jetstorm suddenly clamped his hand over Jetfire's mouth, dragging him through the snow down the hill. Thunder and Lightning exchanged glances and followed as Jetstorm frowned.
"What you be thinking? They could be organic Decepticons!" Jetstorm hissed.
"But…but they seem nice," Jetfire reasoned, shrugging.
"What are Decepticons?" Lightning asked, appearing between them and made them both jump a few feet into the air. "…Is this some sort of dance?"
"I is wondering if you two heard of privacy before," Jetfire quipped.
"Privacy? With him?" Thunder snickered, pointing over to Lightning. "My friend, we are brothers. We have no privacy."
"We know how that is!" Jetfire laughed along with his brother.
"…Thunder…" Lightning slowly stated, catching Thunder's attention. He shoved him to the ground roughly, shouting, "It is I who cannot get any peace from you!"
"No! This morning, you precisely five inches from my face!" Thunder pouted, sitting upright and crossed his arms.
"So, why are you two here?" Lightning questioned as Thunder stood up.
"We is looking for Decepticons," Jetfire answered as if he was solving a simplistic math problem.
Thunder and Lightning blinked at them. They looked at each other, blinked once more and then turned back to them. "What?"
"Decepticons! Evil, big, bad robots!" Jetstorm informed, waving his arms about. "They fly and shoot explosives! They is maniacal like Sentinel Prime Sir when he is becoming the grouch."
What Thunder and Lightning comprehended was that their former adversaries were searching for some giant killer robot called a Decepticon that were apparently taller and bigger than them. Offering their assistance, they were glad to find them to be extremely accepting of any help they could offer.
"So…where has this…creature been last located?" Thunder asked as they started walking down through the snow.
"Down this way," Jetstorm replied.
The quadrant strolled in silence. It was rather uncomfortable as all four of them were used to noise, especially Thunder even though he appreciated his quiet moments. Thunder and Lightning continuously glanced over to each other, finding the opposite set of twins to be similar in appearance to them. Lightning eyed Jetfire, looking sideways at him up and down. Thunder did the same to Jetstorm, quirking an eyebrow in blunt surprise. Robots were peculiar to them, having absolutely nothing to fall back on in conversation. Cyborg was different because he was at least partially human, but they were pure metal robots that could fly. However, they had originally perceived full robots to be cold-blooded and cruel like how Beast Boy described to them of Slade's drones. These two were not even close to fitting the bill. They were funny, hyper and very protective of each other just like them when Thunder and Lightning when they were not bickering.
The Jet Twins did not seem to mind their inquiring gazes, glancing over in tandem to their "organic counterparts" as they nicknamed them. They were highly intrigued by them, especially their cloth armor and style. All of the clothes they had seen were highly specialized in some sort of fashion. Sari informed the twins of all types of clothing styles like preppy and goth, but they had never heard about their…uniforms. Jetfire and Jetstorm noticed the difference in the brothers' personalities. While Lightning was all about amusing himself and fighting, he did have a gentleness that aroused itself rarely or when Thunder shoved him. Thunder did share his brother's violent tendencies, but was much open-hearted and kinder to them. It seemed he was mind of the pair and the emotion while Lightning was the spirit binding them.
"Well, well! If it isn't the Autobrats!"
Jetfire and Jetstorm jumped at the insult, whirling around to find Starscream, in mid-flight, come out of his jet mode and transform into his robotic appearance. Both snarled, and Thunder and Lightning gaped at him.
"You is under arrest, Decepti-creep!" Jetstorm proclaimed.
"We will presume this is one you two are chasing after?" Thunder asked as Jetfire nodded.
"And what's this? Two little human punks with you?" Starscream smirked. "Doesn't matter. I'll just take you all out!"
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This was sitting on my computer forever. I wrote it back about a month ago and never finished it. I planned for this being a one-shot, but I couldn't seem to complete the story. Anyway, this will definitely be between three to five chapters. Please review.