Another story that i have had worked on for some months, but currently are a bit dormant, since i work on On Seeker Habits right now. But it is not forgotten. i Hope you like.
"Frag" was all Sideswipe could say as he drove down the road; for once he was alone, not followed or following Sunstreaker. The twins had had a rather fierce argument ending in the usual brawl, and Prowl had seen it wise to separate them for the time being, why Sideswipe now currently was patrolling the outskirts of Denver.
He wasn't used to the silence; the two frontliners had always been together and being apart from the other was hard on both of them. No one understood that when they separated the two, which would have been wise enough, if it had been anyone else and not the twins everything just got worse. The need to release accumulated energy that Sideswipe felt and the aggressions Sunstreaker carried with him as a blanket just intensified, until the next inevitable brawl between them.
::Sunny?:: once more he tried to get an answer out of the golden twin who was still back at the base, but after some minutes he sighed in defeat, Sunstreaker wasn't going to help him in his loneliness. He could sense that his twin didn't fare better than him in being alone, and the times their superiors had deemed it fit to separate them, Sunstreaker had responded with withdrawal.
Hitting the highway he revved his engine and reached fairly above the allowed 90 mph; if he couldn't taunt Sunstreaker into a brawl and get release that way, he had to feel the exhilarating feel of the winds blow against his windshield. Zigzagging between the slow moving cars of the few humans still out on the roads; it was late evening and most of the humans were home with their family, he left Denver at a steady pace, not once slowing his speed.
"Fragging fraggers" he once more cursed. Darkness enveloped him as the last cars vanished from sight, the unlit highway the only one to listen to his words as he continued his straight path into nothingness.
Sunstreaker had closed himself inside the twins' quarters, avoiding everyone in his brothers absent. Even Bluestreak, one both twins were highly protective about had not been allowed inside. He could tell the rest of the autobots that Sunstreaker at least had shared a few comments with him, and that the golden twin currently had turned to his paintings.
Sunstreaker could sense Sideswipes boredom and loneliness, but even if he had chosen to answer the prodding Sideswipe had done an hour before, he knew that it wouldn't have been enough contact for either of them. Yes their bond was a gift, but sometimes it was a curse as well, the urgent need to be close to the other when apart was one of those. In the heat of battle of course it was a blessing; they could interpret each other's intentions and soundlessly communicate through the large noise of the battle.
Returning to the painting currently placed at the easel showing a sketch of Starscream, he studied the seekers features; his antics at the day's raid when the twins had grounded his trinemates had been fascinating. Sunstreaker could only describe it as an angel of death, ready to avenge the two seekers lying in a scrap heap at their pedes; it had prompted him to do the sketch first thing at their return to base. He wasn't quite satisfied with the look in the optics; the fiery hue they had attained in their usual red color had promised a slowly painful death and that particular color was what he was working on right now. It sort of calmed the golden frontliner when he turned to his paintings, his dedication to the art closing out the surroundings so that only the painting existed.
"I can't believe you two." The words were spoken in the medical bay of the Decepticon headquarters, the Nemesis lying dormant beneath the waters of the Atlantic Ocean.
Once again the CMO scanned the mechs before him, both sheepishly looking down; they knew that they were in for a lesson. He had spent at least a few hours of patching their sorry afts together after the forces returned from a disastrous raid, and now they were here again, both showing wounds all over their frames once more.
He was almost tempted to send them back to their quarters, leaving it to their self-repair to deal with it, hopeful that it would be them a lesson to not waste his precious time fixing them by later scrap it all in what, a brawl?
Shaking his helm in the human gesture of disdain he ordered them on the med berths, soldering tool already unsubspaced. They were after all high-ranking officers and it would be bad to show the troops that their leading officers could be as unruly as themselves.
"Where are those fraggers when you need them?!" Sideswipe was bored; his patrol had not showed any decepticons at all, and the absence of their enemies was grating on him, he needed the rush.
The fight earlier that day had been too short for his liking. He and Sunny had managed to perform their jetjudo, efficiently taking Thundercracker and Skywarp out of the air, the two seekers retreating with the rest of the decepticons carried by Starscream and some of the constructicons. Starscream had looked ready to blow a gasket as he had watched his trinemates being forced into the ground by the twins, the tearing of metal screeching enough to grate on everyone's audios.
"That'll teach them not to mess with us" he laughed as he once more recalled the event. That was one of the things he and his brother loved the most, to put those jets in their place. Unfortunately they rarely got the chance to ground Starscream, the Deception Air Commander and SIC more aware and careful than his trinemates, and when they did try and managed to get on his back, Megatron or one of the other jets tended to interfere annoyingly in their game.
Scanning the scenery around him, not detecting any decepticon signals he continued to the next spot on his route.
As Starscream watched a job well done once more, Thundercracker and Skywarp enjoyed the absent feeling of pain from their wounds. Yes the soldering had been painful, but they were decepticons and not weak autobots in need of anesthetics during repair.
"So, are you going to tell me WHY you had to show up like that in my med bay, only a few hours after I released you both from repairs, AND told you to relax?" Starscream asked tired. It was unlike his trinemates to turn to physical arguments; they were as close friends as decepticons could be with their disdain for tight relationships. Of course no one told anything to their faceplates unless they had a death wish.
So of course their antics as they had entered the med bay made the CMO curious as to what had happened. Thundercracker as the Air Commander and Skywarp as their SIC was both intelligent and skilled enough in their interaction in the decepticon army to save the aggressions for the enemy, but something must have ticked one or both off for them to go at each other as they clearly had.
"Sparklings" he muttered to himself as Thundercracker faced him, unease clear in the optics. He ground one of his pedes in the ground like a scolded child, aware of the fault he had done, almost mirroring Skywarp beside him.
"Well?" he asked when it was clear none of them wanted to be the one to answer the question.
"Ya know Screamer, it just happened. S'not like I can tell you what ticked us off particularly. I was just joking about the raid today, and me being carried by you. You are so much more careful to watch our wounds and not hurt us more than needed than those cursed 'structies." Skywarp told, once more scuffing his pede in the ground, embarrassment clear in his vocalizer.
"Primus gives me strength" he deadpanned "Why am I stuck with you two! Sometimes you actually act like you have a processor but most of the time I simply don't understand you" a long suffering sound left Starscreams vocalizer as he said that, once again shaking his helm, this time in disbelief.
He turned to clean up the tools used to patch his trinemates back together "I don't want to see any of you in here in the nearest future. Now scram, I got work to do!"
Sulking Thundercracker left for the door, Skywarp one last pitiful glance at Starscream soon followed, they weren't used to his gruffness. Both hoped his mood would ease a bit before their recharge cycle, or he even might exclude them from their usual snuggling, yeah the command trine of the decepticons snuggled while recharging, after all no one watched them in their private quarters.
On the way to their quarters Skywarp studied Thundercracker, and after some time he held out a servo, halting their further advance and leant against the wall.
"You were right. I'm relieved that we decided to not tell him that this wasn't the first time we have had a fight. Imagine what fit he would have ended in if we had. I just still wonder why we are having these fights at all" a thoughtful demeanor on his facial plate.
"Who knows? Come on let's not have this conversation out here, better wait until we are in privacy." Thundercracker turned and began to walk once again.
Entering their quarters, Skywarp walked to his berth and sat down, wings resting against the wall, while Thundercracker went to the monitor placing himself in the console's chair and relaxed, his newly wielded wounds aching a bit. Pitching his nasal bridge he recalled the day as it had turned out, completely disastrous.
The only good that had happened since he roused from recharge that morning had been the feel of Skywarp at his back and Starscream at his front before he had left their shared berth. And then the raid; those pit spawned Autobot twins had got them good, one second he had had the Autobot SIC targeted for a missile barrage the next he had ten tons of not evenly placed autobot to carry, trying his best not to crash and get rid of the overweight.
Their primus damned jetjudo. He let out a menacing growl. And then as Starscream had sought them out at their crash site the autobots had had the audacity to try and take him out of the sky too. He knew some of it was due to the propaganda showing Starscream as Decepticon SIC and Air Commander, making a target of the red flier, but it was safer than the autobots knowing the true command structure, and Starscreams real role; still it made him furious. Hook already was a major target among them, and if the knowledge of Starscream being the actual CMO was revealed and the only one Megatron would allow treating him, he could face true danger.
Megatron had countless times argued with the flier to not be in the frontline, but every time Starscream had managed to quiet the warlord. He after all was the trineleader in the command trine, and that role was necessary to fulfill, especially during fights, so Starscream continued leading them into the fights, leaving the actual strategy to Thundercracker and Skywarp while he watched the battleground, supporting where he could and tried to stay out of too much trouble. This act had played in their favor so far, his actions seen as cowardice and not what they actually were.
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