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Author: VectorSigma3441
Rating: T
Sunstreaker should have suspected something was happening.
He'd known something was wrong with Sideswipe for over a week now, and hadn't thought to comment to Sides about it. There wasn't anything wrong with him physically, but mentally he knew something was up. When Sunstreaker opened his optics that morning, he knew his twin was finally clinically insane.
Lighted candles littered the room everywhere. Big candles, little candles, candles shaped like elephants and flowers. Sideswipe was sitting in the center of a mass, optics shut off, with a serene look on his face.
Sunstreaker rolled off his berth with quiet intentness. He ruffled quietly in small drawer that he had and took out a pair of handcuffs. The yellow twin slipped over to Sideswipe as quietly as he could.
He was about two feet away from Sides when the sitting twin suddenly on-lined his optics and stared directly into Sunstreaker's face. The golden twin almost jerked in surprise.
"Hold them out Sides." Sunstreaker muttered tersely. The sooner he got his lunatic twin out of here the better.
Sideswipe just looked at him quizzically. "Hold what out, dear brother?" he asked softly.
"Your hands."
"Why's that?"
In a sudden display of artistic-ness, Sunstreaker dramatically swept his hands up to his chassis and raised his head as if he was about to recite a particularly nasty piece of poetry, "I've been counting down the days until your CPU lost it. It was only a matter of time. Now come quietly, so I can get Ratchet to finally deem you mentally unstable." He said this all in one breath.
Sideswipe jerked his head up suddenly and pinned his brother with a challenging look and then stopped. "You mean you've been trying before this to get Ratchet to write me up as looney?" he asked, hurt coloring his tone.
"Yep," Sunstreaker said somewhat lamely. "But I'm curious," he continued, "What's up with all these candles?"
The red twin smiled sadistically. Sideswipe got up and grabbed a candle, brandishing it at his brother like a sword. Sunstreaker knocked it out of his hand and it went flying across the room, landed on the wall, and slowly started sliding down.
"Do you realize what day it is today?" Sideswipe asked eventually, any train of thought from before now completely gone.
Sunstreaker checked his internal chronometer. Was this some sort of trick question? He was getting annoyed with this already.
"It's April 1st." he stated.
"Correct."
"Yeah, well… I've had enough of this. C'mere." The yellow twin said tiredly while holding out the handcuffs. He had only gotten about five hours recharge last night and it was wearing him down.
"Hey! Aren't those my handcuffs?" he asked and quickly grabbed them out of Sunstreaker's hands.
"No, those are not your handcuffs." Sunstreaker said hotly and snatched them back from his brother.
"Ri-ight," Sideswipe said pensively.
"What I do is none of your business anyways."
"Sure, it isn't."
"Shut up!" Sunstreaker snapped out, "Now tell me what you've got all these candles for!"
Sideswipe took up his previous position again, and snickered quietly. "Hey remember last week when I was all shot to slag by devastator? When I was in the med bay, Ratchet said I was holey. Get it? I was holy?" He seemed to find this a funny for awhile and finally looked back up at Sunstreaker's face. Sunstreaker just shook his head.
"Well that's not the reason for this." Sideswipe said quickly.
"What? You just said—you know what? Never mind I don't want to know." The yellow twin ground out hotly.
Sunstreaker headed towards the door of their shared room when suddenly he was tackled from behind and was shoved out of the doorway.
"I wouldn't go out there if I was you!" Sideswipe said seriously, trying to contain his squirming brother.
Sunstreaker punched his brother a good one in the chassis, and shoved him out of the way.
"I go where I damn well please." He snarled over his shoulder, and the automatic door closed with a hiss.
"Suit yourself." Sideswipe said to the now-empty-room, "Why do you think I'm in here praying? I want to live longer after this April fools days."
Outside the door Sideswipe could here Optimus Prime yelling.
"Who put ink in my energon!?"
"Oh he sounds angry." Sideswipe chuckled.
Huzzah for dividers!