Hmmm, another side story... Gosh, life is stinky... I wrecked my car today. IDIOT RAN A STOP SIGN AND WHAM. Fortunatly, for gas money reasons, it wasnt my Cougar they hit, but my Mazda is totally slagged. Yes, I said slagged. Am I ok? Yep. Fine. The Mazda 626 LX is a damned good car. Kept me super safe, killed itself in the process. Poor baby... Its ok, Cougar will be happy to drive me... If I give him Premium Gasoline... See, thats the problem with hot rods... They complain when you dont put high octane fuel in them. As if his crappy steering wasnt bad enough. Yes I said he. My 1968 Mercury Cougar is male and Im pretty sure he's a transformer, hiding because he doesnt like me. Of course he doesnt like me. I wouldnt like me either if I was a car. Im not a nice person. I like to rip things out, take them apart and put them back in in ways that make Ratchet look friendly. Anyhoo... Im getting off topic. I had a beautiful idea for a story... Im sure its been done before. Creative flow from this, comes from Fur Elise, techno remix, dunno who its by. Sounds like DJ Sammy. MASH BANG BOOM CRUNCH SMASH. IM MEAN!

Chapter 1, Good Morning Sunshine!

Sunstreaker was dreaming of a beautiful girl. She was wearing those skimpy torn blue denim shorts that showed just enough to make your drool over the shape of her butt and a purple bikini top that barely covered her beautiful breasts as she leaned over him with a soapy sponge, tenderly... Beating him with it? With a snort he shuddered out of stasis to find said beautiful girl, kicking his hub cap repeatedly. Groaning he attempted to back over her foot, only to have her roll onto his hood and slam her elbow into it. The sound of his twin laughing, ended abruptly when she kicked him as well.

Sideswipe "HEY!"

Sunstreaker grumbled "Holly, do the words plasmatomically gonna FRY YOUR ASS if you dont stop abusing me mean anything to you?"

"Do the words radiator flush mean anything to you Sunny?"

"CHILDREN! We are late for class."

Sunstreaker, had he been in robot form, would have rolled his eyes at the red headed girl that looked almost identical to the one shoving her books into his back seat after kicking his door until he opened it, was coming down the walk.

Sideswipe, cheerfully popping open his driver side door for her without a single complaint "Morning beautiful."

It had been eight glorious months since the twins had found the twins. A match made in heaven, Holly and Heather Burke were so perfect for Sideswipe and Sunstreaker it was almost scary.

Inspite of himself, Sunstreaker shivered when Holly planted a kiss on his steering wheel. "Good morning Sunshine." Primus she knew how to ruin a mood.

Sunstreaker, cheerfully as he tore out of the driveway after his twin so fast it slammed her back against the seat, taking out the mailbox with his rear bumper, yet again "Good morning mega bitch"

Sideswipe, chuckling "Ah, love. Isnt it beautiful?"

Heather, rolling her eyes "Think they'll ever stop? Im getting sick of replacing that mailbox."

Sideswipe "You could always get a P.O box, though knowing Sunny, he might take out the post office."

The red head in his front seat laughed "New meaning to the word going postal."

Sideswipe swerved gracefully out of the way as his brother forcefully took the lead, rapidly gaining speed, the pissed off yellow lamborghini went up on two tires and stayed that way.

Heather, staring in awe "Holy shit, I wonder what she did this time..."

Sideswipe, groaning "She threatened to spray paint him pink..."

Heather giggled "God. Lets go get breakfast and meet them at school. They wont notice we're gone"

Sideswipe "Throw in wax and Im in."

Heather, grinning as Sunstreaker took off down the road, breaking every speed limit known to man "Deal"

Sideswipe took a left and merged onto the freeway, heading for Denny's. If only he had known...

Sunstreaker was having a blast. Holly's death grip on his steering wheel was suprisingly erotic. The fact that she was swearing at him was even more erotic. He continued to gain speed, reaching 250mph and staying there as he ripped down the country road infront of them. So caught up in throwing insults back at her, he didnt notice the semi truck pulling out infront of him until it was far too late to stop.

Heather squealed as Sideswipe suddenly flipped a bitch in the middle of the freeway and began swerving violently around oncoming traffic at 200mph.

Heather, yelling "SIDES HAVE YOU LOST YOUR..."

Sideswipe, his voice full of fear "Sunny hit something..."

Heather's green eyes widened "Is..."

Sideswipe, jerking off the road and driving through a feild, rapidly gaining speed "I dont know... "

Heather, her voice small "Get there..."

The last concious action of Sunstreaker, was to transform around Holly, pulling every bit of himself that he could into a protective cacoon around her as his world exploded in sharp, white pain and disapeared.