Twin Terrors
Inspired by "Rooftops" by Lost Prophets.
World: G1.
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Ratchet's hands were shaking, for once in his life since the academy, he was trembling.
He'd lost patients before, but he would usually let it all out when he was sure they were dead, and he was alone in his quarters.
Now, coolant was pouring from his eyes and he felt like screaming.
He was desperately wiping off energon, welding cuts, and replacing parts, but Sunstreaker's lifelines were fading and he could see the scorch marks even behind his spark in his spark chamber.
Ratchet heard the tell-tale flatline, and saw Sunstreaker's spark slowly fade.
Everything seemed to stop and Ratchet screamed, nearly scaring the spark out of every one else in the room.
He took a tool from the table next to him and used it to shock Sunstreaker's spark. Nothing.
He shocked it again.
One beep...flatline.
Again.
Sunstreaker's spark started pulsing again and Ratchet didn't even take the time to sigh.
He slowly took the shards of the spark chamber doors off, and took the scorched shards of metal out from behind and all around Sunstreaker's spark, and piece by piece patched new pieces of metal in and welded them shut, carefully working around his spark, and finally finished on the inside.
Now the outside...
First Aid fetched him two new spark chamber doors, which he attached in almost an instant, and immediately started welding shut the cuts and wounds all around Sunstreaker's body.
13 Earth hours later, he was finally finished...
Sunstreaker was put in a separate room, attached to an IV and energon feeds.
Once everything was fine, Ratchet gave the orders to First Aid to make sure absolutely no-one visits him until he says so, and only Sideswipe can visit him with given permission.
When everything was written down and fully understood, Ratchet blacked out at the med-bay entrance.
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Sideswipe climbed up onto the top of a mountain, and scanned the areas for anyone else - not even an organic was near him.
So, he proceeded to scream at the top of his lungs.
The red Lamborghini let out several, pain ridden screams, until he fell to his knees and coolant poured to his optics.
Sunstreaker was dying, if not already dead.
Ratchet was trying his hardest to bring the yellow twin back to full health but his systems were taking too long with their repairs, and his spark was too weak, if his systems didn't catch up, his spark would extinguish completely.
No more twins.
Just lonely Sideswipe, and his dead brother.
You can't have one without the other...so chance is, Sideswipe would die too.
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When Ratchet woke up early the next morning, he bolted out of his quarters and into the med bay, running into Sunstreaker's crit. room and finding him hooked up to energon feeds, and in a stable and recovering status.
He sighed and commed Sideswipe, who didn't answer.
::Sideswipe, do you want to be a toaster?::
Ratchet heard Sideswipe sigh, and mumbled a 'no' as a reply.
::Do you want to come see your brother?::
The comm link immediately cut out and in just a few kliks he heard the swoosh of the med bay doors open, and Sideswipe appeared at the door.
Ratchet let him in and the red twin kneeled by Sunstreaker's side.
Sideswipe glanced at Ratchet and the medic nodded.
"You've got 2 breems to visit your brother. That is all."
"Thank you, Ratchet..."
"You're welcome, Sideswipe...hopefully his systems will catch up and he'll be fully healed."
Ratchet left the twins and walked back into his office.
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1 Week Later.
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::Sideswipe! Get your aft in here now!::
Sideswipe groaned as he lifted himself up off his and Sunstreaker's berth and made his way to the med bay.
Ratchet looked over at Sideswipe, and smirked at the look on Sideswipe's face.
The red twin was gaping at Ratchet, optics wide and mouth open.
Sunstreaker had his arm around Ratchet's shoulder, and Ratchet had an arm around Sunstreaker's waist, helping Sunstreaker stand just after being brought out of forced stasis.
"S-...Side...swipe?"
"SUNSTREAKER!"
Sideswipe ran over to his twin and took him from Ratchet, hugging him like a sparkling with a doll. After a few kliks his glee-filled expression turned into one of realization.
He plopped Sunstreaker's aft down on the nearest medical berth and huffed, crossing his arms.
"Geez Sunshine, I should tell Ratchet to turn you into a toaster..."
"You're acting like you got the worst! I just woke up from being in forced stasis from a month from being shot in the spark and my beautiful paint job is COMPLETELY TRASHED! And my name isn't Sunshine!"
Sideswipe laughed and looked at Ratchet, and ducked.
Sunstreaker looked at his crouching brother in confusion.
"What ARE you doing Sides!?"
The red twin pointed behind Sunny and he turned, and looked at Ratchet who was holding up a wrench.
"Complain about yer paint job one more time."
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Sideswipe made his way towards the med bay, holding a box.
"This'll make Sunshine happy..."
He walked into the med bay and over to Sunstreaker.
The yellow twin growled at Ratchet, who was lifting his arm.
"Watch the paint!"
"It isn't like the other half of it isn't slagged! Now stop squirming!"
"Hey Sunstreaker!"
Sideswipe placed the box next to Sunstreaker, and grinned at him.
"Have fun."
The red twin walked right out of the med bay.
"...What was that?" Ratchet stared at the med bay doors as they closed after the red beaming twin.
Sunstreaker gasped when he opened the box.
The box was full of yellow and black high-quality paints, Sunstreaker's favourite in fact.
The best of the best paints, waxes and waxing cloths were inside.
The yellow twin beamed and immediately started to work on his precious, 'beautiful' paint job.
Daaawwww, so cute.
Sunny really does care about his twin.
And Sides gave him a big Lambo hug. Socute.
Anyway, part 2 of Skittles. I was really depressed when I wrote this, that damn song Rooftops makes me real depressed.
Rah.
Again, want me to do a slash/fluff fic with the hatchet and the twins? Review damnit!