Author's Note: I do not own Transformers but it would be awesome though. I only own this story and my OC Wildstrike.

"This has to be the worst idea I have ever heard of 'Strike" Sunstreaker frowned at the silver femme. "Oh come on Sunshine" "Do not call me that" His voice rose as he linked his servos together in a foot hold. "Alright…goodness I won't call you that anymore" she put her foot into his linked servos and hoisted herself up into the vents of the human military base they now resided. (A/N: I have fast forwarded to where they arrive on earth a few days after Bumblebee has) "Besides Sunny…normally you would go along with this with Sideswipe" Wildstrike frowned as she shimmied into the vents and kicking her legs as she did so. "The reason why that is Wildstrike is because he is my brother and almost everyone expects it sometimes." She scoffed and rolled her optics "I can't believe you of all people would act according to what people expect you to act like Sunny."
Sunstreaker shook his helm and he too climbed into the vent but had a bit more trouble because of his larger frame. "Frag...I better not scratch my paint" he narrowed his optics at the femme in front of him. "Oh stop whining you big sparkling! My paint is getting scratched but you don't see me complaining now do you ?" She chuckled as she crawled forward towards their destination. "I do not complain ! I have an image to maintain besides I have to keep myself looking good for the ladies" he wagged his optic brows causing Wildstrike to freeze momentarily and clench her dental plates and servos. "Oh there's the light " She whispered then crawled towards the opening quicker upon hearing some voices as a now Cheshire Cat type smile appeared. Sunstreaker sped up his crawl also and stopped right behind her. "What are they saying ?"
Wildstrike held up a digit and motioned for him to come forward which Sunstreaker hesitated but came forwards anyway. Sunstreaker lowered himself and had his helm right next to hers as they listened to the hard to hear conversation between her carrier and creator. "I do not know about this my love… are you sure she is ready to do this ?" Optimus looked at the femme sitting across from him with worried optics. "Optimus... Wildstrike has proven herself countless times over and over again" He was about to interrupt but stopped as Elita-1 held up a servo "Don't think that I enjoy sending our daughter out into battle as much as you do. But her training with the twins and her medic training with Ratchet are very good…and I think she is ready now"
Wildstrike turned her helm to Sunny as he did the same but with narrowed optics. 'Don't you even think about doing it 'Strike' Sunny sent the message over the private communication channel. They both were unaware of the bolts and screw coming loose with their combined weights. He gripped her waist with his servos immediately causing said femme to blush deep crimson. Suddenly the vent gave underneath their weight and crashed into Optimus' desk. "Oh hey mama and papa" Wildstrike nervously waved from underneath Sunstreaker who groaned and nestled his helm to the crevice of her neck. "Are you two alright ?" Both Optimus and Elita-1 spoke at once with concern but not angry at being watched without them knowing. "We're fine" Sunstreaker slowly got up and pulled Wildstrike up along with him "I want to go into battle. Carrier said I'm ready !" Wildstrike turned to Optimus with clenched servos "please let me prove myself instead of just staying behind and wondering if any of you guys make it back or not !" She then crossed her arms over her chassis. "Just…Just be careful sweet spark"