Session 01 – Twins

The first ones up for interrogation were Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Begrudgingly they made their way inside Ratchets office, or what was the temporary counseling room. FirstAid was seated in front of Ratchet and the Hatchet himself had positioned himself in the corner behind the younger, datapad in hand and pen in the other. The twin's annoyance dissipated into unease as they felt the scrutinizing optics only the CMO could give. They seated themselves, making sure their optics didn't look at Ratchets burning gaze, the memories of their last prank on his sanctuary still fresh in his mind. The happy medic in training starred at them with shining hopeful optics and a bright smile that seemed out of place. The contrast between the CMO and the medic's looks sent shivers down Sideswipes back.

"Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, welcome. I hope your morning had gone well?"

"Its been better," Sunstreaker commented dryly.

"Ok," FirstAid chirped, jotting Sunstreaker's reply down.

"You know, you don't have to write everything we say down. Ratchet doesn't do that to us." Sunstreaker stated.

The younger turned to his teacher," is that true?"

"Yes. Continue however you like though. Its fine," Ratchet replied, not taking his optics off of the yellow warrior.

"Yeah, we're lucky if we get this far, usually by this point he would have thrown his datapad at us," Sideswipe laughed as the CMO shot him a cold look that could have killed.

"Yes, that won't be happening today. FirstAid continue please."

"So, tell me Sideswipe how do you feel?"

"About what?" Sideswipe asked, slightly confused.

"About anything, what are you feeling at this moment?"

"Kinda hungry actually. When I tried getting my energon this morning I ended up having to break up a fight between Sunstreaker and Tracks before it became any messier. Also before Goldilocks over here lost any of his carefully applied paint and I would have had to hear him bitching about that all day."

"I don't bitch, I'm just stating facts!" Sunstreaker huffed.

"See what I mean?" Sideswipe lamented, throwing a hand over his optics while pointing the other at his brother.

"Well I'm just correcting what you said so my reputation doesn't get slandered!" Sunstreaker stated in his 'matter of fact' tone.

First Aid quickly scrambled to change the subject, "Sunstreaker, how do you feel?"

Ratchet felt a cold hand grip his spark as First Aid turned his question to the clearly enraged psychopath.

"How do I feel?" Sunstreaker reiterated, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

"Oh, here we go," Sideswipe muttered.

"How would you like it if you were dragged without being asked to'counseling' in the middle of your morning energon? I certainly think you would be ecstatic about it, wouldn't you?" he snapped with one scrutinizing eye staring at First Aid.

"I would be honored," he simply replied.

Ratchet immediately knew he said the magic word to piss off Sunstreaker.

"Uh, First Aid," he said,"we're running out of time." He wanted First Aid to quickly go onto another question.

"Oh, right! Now, recently both of you haven't been co-operating, including on missions. Why is that?"

This opened a floodgate of chaos that only the twin's could ensue.

"He's being an idiot again!"

"He's being a hard-aft-"

"-He doesn't understand about budgeting-"

"-He doesn't appreciate fine art."

"His idea of fine art comes from car magazines with half naked females of them-"

"-So I appreciate the human body. So what?"

"I don't think the human body should be plastered all over out room!" Sunstreaker snarled.

"You're so closed minded! Prowl said we should appreciate what the humans have to offer us!" Sideswipe defended.

"I don't think he meant that!"

FirstAid intervened before it escalated. "What brought this on?" he inquired.

"Oh easy," Sunstreaker said, "Sideswipe placed a new poster on my wall."

"Pfft, we share that wall."

"Anyways, I tell him enough is enough and he should find other placed to put them. Like in that entertainment room of ours."

"Right, so they can be ogled by other bots. No way, that is not happening!"

"Well stop buying them and we can have actual savings."

"Why should I give up the one thing that I enjoy just so you can have more money to get your wax and polish yourself up like a bowling ball!" Sideswipe raised his vocals defensively.

"What?!" Sunstreaker yelled, close to rage.

FirstAid backed up, knowing he had lost control of the situation. Ratchet moved in front of the younger bot to protect him.

"Yeah, it had turned back to that time on Cybertron. I brought in all the money while you stayed in your 'art room'," Sideswipe quoted with his fingers, "painting all day and hardly getting by."

"That's not true; I brought in a ton of money!" Sunstreaker shouted, completely offended.

"Yeah, when your paintings actually sold," Sideswipe coldly remarked.

"OH THAT'S IT!" Sunstreaker roared, completely enraged and tackled his twin.

Ratchet and First Aid watched in shock as the twins fought on the CMO's office floor. Eventually the shock wore off of the elder and annoyance flooded his emotional sensory.

"SUNSTREAKER! SIDESWIPE! ENOUGH! AT ATTENTION, THE BOTH OF YOU!" Ratchet roared over the sounds of fighting, his voice echoing halfway down the halls leading to the med bay. Both twins stopped to look at their medical officer in surprise, "NOW!"

They didn't disobey and stood up to meet the Hatchets pending wrath for their actions.