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"Everyone I'm fine, really! I don't need to see Ratchet." Crimsonfire whined as she struggled at the strong grip held on her wrist.

Both Sideswipe and Optimus glared at her while Prowl raised his metallic eyebrow, "Crimson, At least accept our generosity. We're just worried about you."

Crimsonfire let out a sigh, not at all looking forward to see the medic from hell. The four silently walked down the bare hallways leading to the med bay after that.

Prowl smiled thoughtfully down at her before opening the door leading inside the medical bay. Crimsonfire's blank expression didn't change until she saw Ratchet's menacing glare land on her.

"Always a pleasure Crimson" said Ratchet sarcastically, pointing at a table, "Sit."

She frowned before Prowl led her over to the table, "Hey! What are you doing?!"

Prowl smirked as he picked the femme up as if she were a sparkling, "Just helping you out" he answered before placing her on the table. "We all know how vertically challenged you are."

"I'm not that short" she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away from Prowl.

Sideswipe sauntered over behind the table Crimsonfire was sitting on and wrapped his arms around her protectively. "You know, Prowl does have a point."

"Don't side with him!" she pleaded, prying the Lamborghini's hands off her frame. Sideswipe sighed before unleashing the femme from his grip, standing next to Prowl.

"Well Crimson, if he's right I have no choice but to side with him."

"Well, I love you too" she replied, sarcasm thickly layered on her voice.

Ratchet raised a metallic eyebrow before gesturing Crimsonfire to lie down on the berth. She complied willingly, her optics fixed on the bare white tiles of the med bay ceiling while Ratchet did his job.

"All finished, Crimson. Now, before you go running off I want you to go-"

"Strait to my room and rest, I know, I know" Crimsonfire finished, giving the medic a quick smile. "Thanks Ratchet." Before she opened the door out of the sick bay she turned back to the medic. "Do you know where Sideswipe went?"

The medic looked at the femme curiously, "You're asking me this.....why?"

"Oh, well excuse me for asking a simple question." With that Crimsonfire walked out of the med bay, looking around aimlessly.

"So, there's the femme that has everyone talking."

Crimsonfire turned around in surprise, the famous golden Lamborghini looking down at her. "Don't scare me like that!" She growled, raising her arm to slap at the mech, but before she could even land a finger on him Sunstreaker grabbed her wrist.

"Oh, that's a big no-no sweetie; can't have a scratch can we now?"

"Ever so full of yourself as always, huh Sunstreaker?"

"You can't blame me for wanting a perfect paint job to match these perfect looks of mine."

"Whatever," Crimsonfire growled, crossing her arms as soon as the Lamborghini let go of her wrist.

"You know what puzzles me, Crimsonfire?"

The femme looked up at the ego-maniac, a curious look written on her face, "What would that be?"

"Why are you hanging around my brother so much? I mean, it's obvious you like him, but you could also have me to be with."

Crimsonfire broke down in mock laughter, quickly recovering after a few astro seconds with a straight face. "No offense Sunny, but who in their right mind would want you to be with?"

The golden twin obviously looked offended by the statement, but only answered her question with a leer, "You may say that now, but just you wait. You'll warm up to me soon enough."

Crimsonfire giggled "You just keep thinking that, Sunshine. Now before I go, where's your brother?"

Sunstreaker stood up to his full height, leaving her to come to his chassis "Waiting for you outside your room."

She nodded, "Thanks Sunny," she pulled him down for a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling away, "Catch you later."

Sunstreaker watched Crimsonfire walk down the opposite hallway, a smirk splayed across his face plates. "Told ya" he muttered to himself.

"How cute is that, waiting for me to open the door and let you in."

Sideswipe turned his head to see Crimsonfire walking over to him; quickly typing in her room code into the keypad. As the door slid open to reveal her room, she turned to the mech "So, you coming in or not?"

Sideswipe just shrugged in return "I dunno; maybe I just want to sit out here."

Crimsonfire stared blankly at Sides, "Just get your aft in here."

"Anything for you Crimson."

She nodded, leading the mech into her quarters, "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired."

Sideswipe momentarily looked crestfallen, but only smiled as she turned to look at him.

Crimsonfire smiled back at him, "Well don't just stand there you big lug, come on."

Sideswipe felt himself being dragged into a separate room, "You know, I can walk on my own."

"Well, I'm sorry. You were just standing there; I had to do something to fix it."

"So you pull me along, huh?"

"You got that right."

Sideswipe looked around her bedroom as Crimsonfire shut the door behind her. "Prime giving you special treatment? You got a big enough room to fit the whole army."

Crimsonfire stared up at the red twin before advancing. She slid her hands over the mech's chest, pulling him down for a loving kiss. Once she pulled away from the kiss Sideswipe carried her over to her berth. The mech leaned over her frame, nipping softly at the raised edges on her armor.

Crimsonfire moaned as she caressed his audio horns, earning herself a pleasurable hiss from Sideswipe. She smirked until the mech began tracing the Cybertronian glyphs on her arm with his glossa.

Sideswipe continued trailing his glossa farther down her frame, stopping at her hips were he stroked a few exposed wires with his large digits. The femme moaned as the mech continued down to her legs, unbuckling her armor and throwing the pieces carelessly onto the ground.

Sideswipe nipped at a few more exposed wires and nodes as he went along removing the rest of Crimsonfire's armor, leaving her breast and pelvic plates still attached.

"So what about you?" questioned the femme, staring at the fully armored mech before her.

"You expect me to remove my own armor, all by myself?"

Crimsonfire snickered before tracing the seams in Sideswipe's chest plates, also looking for the clasps which removed them. Once she located them she stroked the clasps with her glossa, while a startled gasp came from Sideswipe. She carefully unbuckled them, tossing the armor onto the floor with the rest of her plating.

Once Crimsonfire removed all but Sideswipe's pelvic plate, the mech began to re-explore the frame of his intended.

Prowl glared over at the mech before addressing him. "Sunstreaker, where in the pit is your brother?"

Sunstreaker smirked before answering "He's with Crimsonfire."

The police cruiser growled "Well to bad for him. He's got an early shift tomorrow."

Sunstreaker's smirk grew, "I'll be sure to tell him Prowl."

The Datsun nodded "If he fails to come to his shift, you'll be his replacement, so you better get a hold of him for your sake."