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Chapter 1

Optimus Prime looked out over the war-torn yet revived planet of Cybertron. His spark fluttered painfully in his chaisse as he thinks of how only a few earth lunar cycles ago, this was a waste land. A dead planet that was unable to sustain any life. Now, thanks to their human allies, his home and beloved world was alive and sustaining. Though he shall miss his 'home away from home', he was glad to be home.

Adjusting his optics to the load he was carrying, he caught sight of a certain blue-and-pink femme pausing in her work to stand and look off to the distance, her violet-rimmed-blue optics distant and blank of all expression. Sighing slightly, Optimus walked over to the tinny 'Bot.

"Arcee, once again, I find you like this. Please rest."

"Optimus, it's fine, really. It's just-"

"Arcee, that's enough. That is an order," Was the answering curt, tone of Ultra Magnus. "Go to the bunker. Obey the commander."

Optimus sighed. He found himself struggling with irritation. But with whom, he had yet to know. Magnus seemed to enjoy forcing the young femme to submission. Not just Arcee, but all femmes in general. Arcee, appeared to take it in stride, but Optimus wondered what floated around in her processor. It had seemed that ever since they returned home, the young soldier was easily distracted, often gazing out into the distance. At first, they had pin pointed as grief, the loss of her partners. But as the cycles went by, even the prime was starting to worry about her health. His strongest fighter looked as if her spark was taken from her, to places somewhere beyond her thin, lithe body.

As the objects of his thoughts walked slowly to her berth, Optimus Prime turned to rebuke his second-in-command when a crash in the distance alerted his team. Racing quickly to the place, they came to a heartwarming sight. An escape pod, encrypted with the Auto-bot insignia, was at rest at the end of what appeared to be a crash landing. There was a miniature valley of which the pod had created. They approached the pod with excitement but caution. After all, it wouldn't be the first time an escape pod held a member of another party. Smokescreen was a reminder of that.

Suddenly a thud sounded within the pod. The team halted in their advance, unsure of their next move. The door burst open with a bang and the noises inside grew louder.

"YOU FRAGGER, YOU SAID YOU COULD DRIVE THIS THING!" The low voice of an annoyed mech drummed out from the pod, followed by bangs and thuds. It was obvious it was a brawl over someone's bad driving. A higher voice, also a mech, shouted from inside.

"I'M SORRY YA OVERGROWN SCRAPLET. IT WASN'T MY FAULT THAT ASTROID CAME OUTTA NOWHERE! STOP BEING A SPARKLET YA FAT FEMME! OW! STOP IT! OW!"

A red frame went flying out the door and landed at Arcee's peds. A golden frame soon followed after, landing on top of the first. All jumped back, watching the two mechs go at each other. Fists were flying, grunts sounded, often followed by curses that even caused Bulkhead to look shocked. Finally Arcee managed to again back her ever-present courage and addressed the pointless brawl in front of her.

"Uh, excuse me, who are you and what are you doing?"

The two froze in mid-punch; two helms swiveled in her direction. Paint was scrapped off onto each other and large dents covered their dirty helms. The golden mech had audio horns while the red one had fins, though one of them was bent and torn near the top. Shock was on their identical faceplates, the red more so than the gold, who recovered quickly. Shoving off his red counterpart, he rose smoothly, like he was use to falling down and getting up quickly. He roughly pulled up his companion by the shoulder, who then sauntered up to Arcee, an amused smirk on his lip components.

"I, fair miss, am Sideswipe. This is my brother Sunstreaker. We were in a fight to the death, Sweetspark."

"Why?" Arcee stiffened as a servo wrapped itself around her, pulling her close to its owner as Sunstreaker held her to his side as his brother answered in a slightly seductive voice.

"We were fighting in order to decide which of us were to have you, love of our sparks. Or do want to decide?"

Only the newcomers noticed the robust red and blue mech straighten ever so slightly, his optics resting on Sunsteaker's servo holding the femme close to him. Sideswipe looked slyly at his brother, catching optics. A whisper echoed though a bond like no other.

:Sunny?:

:Don't call me that.:

:I think we got ourselves a jealous mech needing a smile:

:Gonna prank him?:

:Ya think?:


Sorry for the wait. I'll try to update during the entire break. Please review.