Title: Hatchet Appeal
Author: Red Wasabi
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Well here it is, the first chapter of my Sunstreaker/Ratchet ficlet! This will probably be only about three chapters long, four if you want to be optimistic! .
Rated: M(for later chapters)
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"Sides I need you to do me a favor." Sideswipe looked warily up at his golden brother from his cushioned seat in front of the television.
"Depends. Last time I did a 'favor' for you I spent the next week cleaning out the wash-racks, and listening to Prowl lecture me on 'the proper procedures to dispose of waste products.' My audio receptors are still ringing." Sideswipe blandly replied, turning his attention back to the car race on TV.
"I need you to hit me." Sunstreaker stated simply as if he was asking him to hand him a data-pad. Sideswipe stared at his brother in disbelief. Noting the slightly hopeful look the shined in Sunstreaker's electric blue optics. 'He's finally lost his circuits. Must have been that last battle.'
Sideswipe looked away from his brother with a snort. Sunstreaker was up to something and he wasn't going to have anything to do with it this time around. "No." He replied flatly determined to block out the golden menace to his left. 'He's just going to get you in trouble Sides—again.'
From the side of his optics Sideswipe could see Sunstreaker's posture slump dramatically. 'Oh good, he's given up faster than I expected.' Sideswipe thought cheerfully to himself as he cheered for the exploding car on the screen in front of him.
"Sideswipe.." Sideswipe tensed instinctually at the tone of his twin's cajoling voice. Slowly Sideswipe turned to face his brother again, his optics narrowing skeptically as Sunstreaker began digging through his subspace compartment in his lower chassis. "I kinda had an accident Sides..." Sunstreaker chirruped blithely as he tossed a small baggy on to the couch next to his confused brother.
Sideswipe stared in horrified silence as he stared at the collected remains of his video games. The ones that had taken him months to find, and months to save up for. "An accident?" the words left Sideswipes vocalizer before he could stop them. He already knew that what lay in a ashen heap next to his leg on the couch was no 'accident'.
"Well, more like less of an accident," Sideswipe's digits began to twitch uncontrollably as Sunstreaker went on. "... and more of a target practice thing really..." Sideswipe launched himself a his rambling twin with a loud roar of anger.
Both the mechs fell to the ground, rolling around in a tangled heap of thrashing limbs and raucous curses. "Sunstreaker, I'll kill you! I'll fraggin--" Sideswipe stopped abruptly as a pair of large blue pedes stepped in front of the fighting duo.
Hesitantly Sideswipe looked up at the serious red and blue Prime and slowly dropped his fists. He looked down at the slightly mangled face plates of his brother.
"What's going on here?" Prime's deep voice questioned solemnly, his optics raised in curiosity at the rough-housing twins.
"We were..um." Sideswipe struggled vainly for the right words to say, words that would put him in the brig for the rest of the day.
"Fighting." Sunstreaker spoke up suddenly, startling Sideswipe who was still sitting on his severally dented chassis. "I accidentally broke some thing of Sider's, and he got mad." Sideswipe stared down at his twin in disbelief, what was he saying?! Didn't he know that they were already at their months quotient of warnings? Their next infraction and it was to Prowl with them both!
Optimus frown down at the twins, "You've been warned before about starting fights in the Rec. room; but you do it anyway. Sideswipe, report to Prowl and Sunstreaker," Optimus looked hard and the damage Sideswipe had inflicted on his brother. Sometimes he thought that it would be simpler if they weren't hardwired to fight all the time. "--Sunstreaker, report to Ratchet for those injuries; and then report to Prowl as soon as you're released."
Sideswipe glared down at his brother as he heaved his heavy frame off of him. His optics widened in surprise when his brother only grinned silently back at, the leaking energon pooling in the gashes surrounding his mouth plates. Realization hit Sideswipe like a train wreck, he'd done exactly what Sunstreaker had wanted him to do in the first place. The slagger had manipulated him!
Sideswipe's optics watched Sunstreaker's form move stiffly down the opposite hallway towards the med-bay. Sunstreaker was up to something, and he'd dragged him into it. Sideswipe snorted, and turned reluctantly to walk to Prowl's office where his punishment awaited him. Something suspicious was going, and somehow he had just helped Sunny do something that would probably get him in trouble again. Sideswipe shook his head, he was on to Sunny's game now. Just let him try and trick him again.
Sunstreaker tried to ignore the feeling of anxiety growing in his fuel tank, as stared at the doors to the med-bay in front of him. 'It's just Ratchet, you've seen Ratchet a thousand time before, there's no reason that this time will be any different.'
Assured Sunstreaker straightened up his frame,and walked into the med-bay with jaunty step that told of more confidence then there actually was. Sunstreaker smiled widely at the white and red bot as he swung around from his work bench a glare set deeply in his face plates.
"No. Not you, never. Go away and don't come back." Ratchet growled at Sunstreaker as his optics began to mentally measure the damage he was seeing. This was the third time this week that Sunstreaker had come to his med-bay for some repairs from yet another altercation he got in to.
If Ratchet was a suspicious mech, and he was, he'd have started to think that Sunstreaker was getting hurt on purpose. He was a large mech, and a warrior model to boot, he shouldn't be on the losing end of so many fights recently. 'Unless he's been getting damaged for another reason', Ratchet puttered and almost dropped his wrench. Where had that thought come from?
"Go lay down over there." He ground out sternly pointing to a berth near his work bench. He needed to get those kind of thoughts out of his thought processors they were wrong, and disturbing, and—it could never happen between them anyway. Ratchet glared down hard at the leaking mech in front of him. Sunstreaker smiled innocently back, and Ratchet tried to brush off the aroused tingle that shot through his fuel lines at his smile. 'Slagger probably doing this just to annoy me.'
Sunstreaker ignored the stab of rejection he felt in his spark when Ratchet refused to look at him squarely in the optics. His plan had worked perfectly, he couldn't be upset over a little thing like Ratchet's annoyance with him. He needed to just be happy that he was here, able to study the ridged planes of Ratchet's weathered face plates—again.
Sunstreaker moaned loudly as Ratchet's digits skimmed the edges of his biggest wound. A slash across the chassis thanks to a chair leg that had been broken in their skirmish, and promptly utilized by Sideswipe in his angered frenzy.
Ratchet look up at Sunstreaker concerned, "If it hurts that much I can off-line you while I do the work." '--because if you make that noise again I might do something more on you then 'work'' he added silently.
Sunstreaker shook his head, and looked resolutely up at the ceiling, "I'm a tough 'bot, just do it now." Repair jobs while he was online, it's one of the things that kept him coming back here almost daily now. Ratchet's digits could moved every where across his aching frame, teasing Sunstreaker in a way that the C.M.O. would never realize. And Sunstreaker could pretend that he was whimpering from pain—not from the sheer sensation of Ratchet's skilled digits sending him into almost overload.
Ratchet shrugged his shoulder plates, what did it matter if too him if Sunstreaker refused to off-line himself while he did the work? He'd just been trying to make the mech more comfortable while he did his job, but if he refused...Ratchet neatly picked up one of his surgical lasers and began sealing edges of Sunstreaker's wounds. He paused as his back plates began to quiver at the sound of Sunstreaker's panting wails returned. This was going to take a while.
AN: I already have #2 partially done, but I won't have time to finish it tomorrow so It'll probably be posted Monday. BTW: for anyone who is wondering, yes there will be at least one more chapter up-dates to the following stories: Frailty of Gods, Recycle, Renew, Reuse, and possibly Starcrossed in Verona