Part One:
It was his day off, and Prowl was trying to take the time to relax, when someone pinged at the door. With a soft sigh, he stood up and went to answer. Chromedome stood there, and Prowl knew it couldn't be a pleasure call at this time of day. He glanced down, and sure enough there were a few younglings, all reluctant and trying to get away from the Enforcer's iron hold. The look he had said it all, really, but Prowl needed specifics. "What happened?" he asked his friend. It had been a long while since they had seen each other, sometime during the war if he remembered correctly, but he still respected Chromedome's position.
"Caught them trying smoke a Cy-gar. When they realized I was an enforcer, they started running right to your place. So, which one is yours?"
Prowl looked over all the frames, peering at each and every one of the miscreants. It would be so easy to disown his own, to say none were his and not have it be known that his offspring had done something like this. Adopted or not. But Prowl believed in honesty and taking responsibility, so he was going to do so, and ensure that his youngling did the same.
"That one." He pointed. Not to the young praxian with lowered wings, as Chromedome had expected, but to another that didn't bear a Praxian build at all. "He's far too wild, it's no surprise at all."
The small red mechling was flushing hot as he trudged forward. "Hi, sire."
"Sideswipe." Sideswipe quickly ducked into the house and ran to his berth room where Sunstreaker was. Sunstreaker wasn't as prone to doing stupid things as he was.
.~:*:~.
Sunstreaker had taken up a sport. It was one that was hands on, as a promise to Sideswipe who was not allowed to join. He had gotten hurt and he had really wanted to join, but watching his twin out on that field was better than anything else to him, really.
It was during a game that the duo had begged their Sire to come to that something had happened. It was a play off and Sunstreaker had real talent. An 'accident' occurred though. A large mech had taken a cheap shot at this itty bitty femme, and Sunstreaker went ballistic.
He beat the other mech up real bad, and got tossed out. Mechs were shouting, demanding everything from Sunstreaker's arrest to hitting him back. The crowd grew restless, and someone called, demanding to know who's creation Sunstreaker was, wanting consequences for the young mech. Sideswipe had flinched when Prowl rose, expecting him to be angry at Sunstreaker. He wasn't, however, not at his mech.
"He's mine! That one's mine!" His wings were high as he bellowed with such pride. Good for his son, to stand up to that mech! And Sideswipe relaxed, knowing that with that pride also came protection - no one would dare harm Sunstreaker now.
.~:*:~.
Time after time the twins screwed up. Never meaning to, of course, but accidentally. Over and over Prowl stood tall, wings held high as he proclaimed, "Yeah, they're mine." He claimed them as his own and the duo knew that every time he prayed to Primus, he thanked the deity.