Recollection

There were many things in this world that tried Sunny's patience. Children, for example, with their dirty hand prints and sticky residue that managed to cling to everything they touched, the brunt of which seemed to be suffered by his body and paint hob. (Though it seemed that most humans were always exuding some form of liquid. The time in which he had somehow been persuaded by his brother to be stolen, then forced to experience an organic mating ritual inside of him came to mind.)

However, little tested his patience more than the feeble yet stubborn attempts by Sideswipe to have him change his outward appearance.

Such an attempt that, in fact, was occurring at that very moment.

"Aw, c'mon Sunny!"

"I said no. To participate in such an event is more torture than my paint needs in a lifetime!"

"Please?" Sideswipe whined. "I thought your artistic passion would make you do it!"

"My artistic passion's telling me to stick your head up your aft. Now go away!"

Sideswipe huffed, then flounced out of the quarters the two shared, muttering something about going to find Bluestreak.

Sunstreaker sighed, returning to his data pad. His artistic passion had, in fact, been pushing him to create a costume for the strange organic holiday called Halloween.

"It's not like he has to remind me so much, though!" he told the wall in exasperation. "It's driving me crazy." Especially considering I am now talking to a wall…

He remembered the strange custom being brought up over several cubes of energon. He had thought that Jazz had either been kidding, or was suffering from the affects of much too much hi-grade.

But, no, further research had proven the existence of Halloween, how humans supposedly dressed up to hide their true identities from evil spirits, how the dead walked with the living on All Hallows Eve.

Glancing up, he quickly locked the door his quarters with a key pad. Hands groping under his berth, Sunstreaker dragged out a box, regarding the contents with a sense of pride.

The metal shone brightly, emitting a soft, eerie glow. The feathers, when spun into a pattern, moved with the same liquid pattern that he could recall from memories of her, with her door wings and languid tail.

The intricately formed image on the head piece was familiar as well. Sunstreaker traced the familiarly woven wires, optics offlining for a moment as a memory file was called from the buried depths of his CPU.

Sunstreaker onlined his optics again, returning the box to its hiding spot beneath the berth.

Sideswipe would appreciate the costume. If no one else would, Sideswipe would certainly be able to see it with comforting optics.

-o-

Sideswipe bounced his rifle on his knee, staring with mile interest towards the darkened horizon.

"The party was nice," Blaster commented.

"I guess." Sideswipe blew air out of his intakes. "Sunny didn't bother to show up."

"I'm sure he had his-." Blaster stopped, gazing up at something a top the Arc. "What in Primus' name is that?"

Sideswipe looked up, confused but still raising his rifle. Suddenly realizing who the tall, lanky figure leaning against the top of the Arc was, he lowered his rifle and grinned.

"Relax. It's my brother."

Blaster frowned. "What in the world is he wearing?"

Sideswipe squinted, scrutinizing the liquid light that slid over his back and shoulders. It's familiar… The memory file suddenly hit him. Sideswipe choked, staggering back a little as the knowledge hit him.

"It's an angel of death," he managed to squeeze out, smiling. He looks so much like her wearing that. "My daffodil of doom."

-Fin-

I do not own Transformers. Brownie points to anyone who guesses who the "she" is. Does anyone want Sunny's memory file?