Chapter 2 HYPER SQUEE! I played with a ferret today! Ferrety goodnesses are muchly cute and squeaky and they smell weird... But I like them. So, here you are. Chapter 2. Yes, I know, this chapter is pathetically short. Im sorry. I have so much to do today... Busy busy.

Chapter 2! In which much cuteness is had and Sunstreaker decides that ferrets are evil.

Sunstreaker was tearing across the desert in his alt mode. Inside said alt mode, something that had never happened before, was in the process of happening.

Struggling to not swerve, Sunstreaker spoke through the speakers, his voice barely a gasp as he felt her climbing around inside his dash "M...Margo...Th...Thats not a good...Place...Fo...For you..."

The ferret chittered and nibbled on the wires wrapped around his steering column experimentally "Curious!"

Sunstreaker, very close to losing control of his ability to steer straight "M...Margo... I can...Feel that"

He shuddered as he felt her tiny, tickly little paws climbing all over his internals, then sighed with relief as she dropped to his floor and climbed onto his drivers seat.

Margo, grinning "Awww! You ticklish metal man?"

Sunstreaker smirked "Dont get any ideas"

The ferret grinned and dramatically sunk her teeth into the side of his leather seat. The resulting swerve and loud squeal caused her to giggle as she rolled around on his seat.

Sunstreaker, whining "HEY! Watch the leather your hairy monster!"

Margo hissed at him, baring her teeth at the steering wheel

Sunstreaker, grinned "Oh boy, dont you look scary! Lookit me, Im trembling on my chassis."

Sunstreaker came flying into base so fast, he almost sent Ironhide crashing to the floor as the old warrior tried dodge being struck by him, swerving recklessly into Ratchet's medbay, horn blaring as his door popped open. Ratchet simply stared at the furry little ...thing... that was dangling from his steering wheel... By her teeth. Ironhide came charging in and stopped in mid bellow as his optics met the same sight.

Sunstreaker, his voice tiny and strained as he shuddered almost violently "H...He...Help...M...Me"

The unmistakeable sound of Ironhide and Ratchet laughing echoed through the base.

-Three hours later-

Sideswipe "So... What the slag is it?"

Ratchet "Its called a Ferret. They are a native earth species, simaliar to a weasel. She appears to have been genetically mutated, hieghtening her intellegance and lifespan"

Sunstreaker "Its evil."

Optimus, looking down at the little ball of fur asleep on the overstuffed pillow they had gotten for her and smiling "I dont know. I think she's cute."

Bumblebee, chirping "I agree with Optimus. She's adoreable. Can we keep her?"

Sunstreaker, optics widening with horror "SLAG NO! Ironhide! Shoot it!"

Ironhide grinned "No."

They all stared at the weapons specialist, amazed that he actually said no when being asked to blow something up. He just grinned at them. "I think she's cute too."

Ratchet, Optimus and Bumblebee shared a laugh while Sideswipe scowled and Sunstreaker whined and Ironhide gently reached out to pet the ferret with a finger. Everyone went silent as the ferret sank her teeth into his finger, expecting him to blow her to kingdom come. Instantly his cannon was on her, crackling as it charged. He stared at her with a raised optic ridge. Slowly, the ferret let go, grinned up at him, chittered once and curled back up into a ball. Ironhide put his cannon away and spoke, almost with a hint of affection."She can sleep in my room." He turned on his heel and walked away without a word.

Optimus, almost sounding awestruck "It seems, we now have a pet ferret."

Bumblebee gave a little victory chirp and grinned. Ratchet went to look up everything he could find on ferrets and the twins began beating the slag out of eachother. Life was good.