He hated to admit how much those little glitches had grown on him.
Gwen's two little creations, Andrea and Corey, were the most maddening, confusing and strangely fascinating creatures he had ever seen. The newest one, Corey, would wail and wail in a voice that put his systems into battle-ready edginess and push the limits of his sanity. And just when he was going over the brink; to go 'postal' as the humans described it; Gwen or Brad would pop a bottle into that tiny screaming mouth and an amazing, startling silence would descend. Slipstone tried to explain to him the whys and wherefores of infant communication. He had just stared at the blue mecha in confused astonishment. And people called him crazy. The whole human race was insane, right from the get go.
But once he was fed and content, Corey would turn his fearless dark blue eyes unfailingly towards the yellow warrior and smile his toothless baby grin. It never ceased to amaze him. The smallest, most helpless and vulnerable person here WASN'T afraid of him AND was always happy to see him. Sunstreaker was used to a certain amount of wariness from everyone; like he was going to lose it any second. Come to think of it though, Gwen and Andrea were the same way. Ratchet said there was no accounting for taste.
And then there was Andrea. What could he say about attitude wrapped up in a three-foot human femme? It was hard to keep a straight face, even in the blackest of his moods, when those blue eyes would glare up at him; she'd cross her arms in imitation of his stance and her face would be a perfect mimic of his scowl. Or the time when out of the blue, she announced to everyone that she wanted to be 'Uncle Sunny's cuddle bug', (Cuddle bug is what Gwen called newborn Corey, much to Sunstreaker's disgust.) to his acute embarrassment. Sideswipe still bugged him about that.
There were other little glitches around of course, but they didn't have the same affect on him that these two did. He hated to admit they had grown on him, but was glad they had.