Well, the bunny kept biting. A whole bunch of bunnies, actually. So expect more of these "double drabbles". (That means 200 words, kiddies.)

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Arcee was smart enough to soon learn that a bored Sideswipe spelled disaster, and rather than cause disaster for her new comrades, she took to training with the twins in practice rooms. They were skilled warriors, impressed with her superior marksmanship. Rather than try to protect the "delicate" femme, they pushed to see how far she'd go.

Arcee liked that. Ironhide, Hot Rod, and Springer had been the only mechs to treat her as equal before.

Hot Rod and Springer… she missed them. Sideswipe reminded her a little bit of Hot Rod, actually, with his tendency to be loud and brash, to never think before acting. It would have saddened her if not for the fact that Sunstreaker was nothing like Springer. Besides, she had to give Sideswipe credit – he was impulsive, but somehow cunning. If not for him, she'd be extremely lonely. Sunstreaker never would've spoken to her, though he liked her well enough now.

"You missed," Sideswipe spoke. "What are you thinking about?"

Arcee gaped. How had he…?

"We can't afford distractions on the battlefield," Sunstreaker butt in. "Whoever he was, forget him. You're one of us now."

She smiled brightly, and Sunstreaker was taken aback. "Thank you."

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