w00t! First non-angsty fic! I really have no idea where this came from though. Oh well.

Disclaimer: Transformers and its characters belong to Hasbro and Takara. I only own the plot, Skidmark, and Spinout.

Wheeljack closed the panel of his latest device. If everything worked properly then there would be a perfect, fully immersive, simulation of the woods outside the Ark that would form in the room. "Okay." He stepped back to the far wall and pressed the start button. Then several things happened at once.

First the machine began spinning wildly, while firing green beams of light. Then Wheeljack hit the deck. Finally, Sunstreaker walked in at that moment and was hit with one of the green lights. As the Lamborghini fell to the ground, the machine stopped. Wheeljack sprinted over and could not have been more surprised at what he saw.

"Oh I am in deep slag," he muttered as he picked up the tiny form before him, cradling it against his chestplate. He darted out of the lab and sprinted down through the halls to the infirmary. "Ratchet!" the engineer yelled as he ran into the medic's domain. "Ratchet, it's Sunny!"

Ratchet leapt up. "Where is he?"

The Lancia became uncomfortable at this point, head-fins flashing pink. "Uh…Right here."

Ratchet now had a good look at what his friend was carrying. It was a tiny yellow sparkling. The child's optic coverings flicked open and he stared at the two mechs. "Hi!" he said before grabbing at Wheeljack's fins, which still were pink.

The medic glared at his friend. "You're kidding right?" The engineer shook his head, not looking in his friend's optics. Ratchet had a glare that could melt metal and Wheeljack had the feeling he was getting it now. "I'll contact Sideswipe."

Break

The red twin kneeled in front of the sparkling. "Aw, he's so cute!" he said pinching the little one's cheek. Quick as lightning, Sunstreaker bit his brother's hand. Sideswipe jerked up into a standing position, not out of shock or pain, but to test a theory. Sure enough the sparkling held on. The warrior grinned even more. "Just like when we were little."

"Yi hath thlaither," Sunstreaker said through a mouthful of fingers.

"What?" He asked setting his brother down.

"You have flavor!" The yellow mech grinned. Then Sunstreaker looked down at his body and saw the blackened area on his chest where Wheeljack's device had hit him. His faceplates screwed up in a look of anguish and he began to sob.

Sideswipe picked him up and began to cradle him. "Aw, don't worry Sunny. We'll take you to Hoist and he'll get that fixed."

The sparkling shook his head furiously. "No, no, no! I want Skidmark and Spinout!"

The warrior felt a stab of pain through his spark at those names. "They…They aren't here Sunny. Don't worry though. Ratchet here is a lot like Spinout."

Said medic's optics widened at this. He really didn't want to know what this meant.

Sunstreaker stopped and looked at his brother and then Ratchet. "Really?"

"Yeah. He's a bit meaner though." Sideswipe grinned at the medic. "What do you say Ratch'? You wanna give Sunny a check up and fix his paint?"

Ratchet looked at the two. Sideswipe was obviously doing this to both annoy him and help his brother. Sunstreaker meanwhile, stared at the medic with both curiosity and trust. Ratchet sighed. "Fine. Put him on the exam table." As Sideswipe did so, Ratchet stalked over to the corner where Wheeljack stood. The medic jerked a thumb towards the twins. "Fix this. Now."

The engineer nodded quickly before dashing out of the infirmary.

A/N: I hope you liked it.