Disclaimer: In no way do I own Transformers or anything affiliated. I do not gain any money from these in any way.
Author: VectorSigma3441
Rating: K
"Never do to others that you would not want done to yourself." Sideswipe read aloud. "But where's the fun in that?" he asked himself. He tossed the Autobot propaganda poster off to the side and continued to dig in his closet of junk.
"I was sure I put it in here, Sunny wouldn't have dared the adventure of the closet, so it's got to be in here somewhere." He muttered to his empty quarters. He continued digging and found some silly string, broken odds and ends, a small blaster pistol, all of Jazz's Madonna tapes, about five million bouncy balls (Man, those were fun to let loose in the corridors), and finally in the very back of the closet he found what he was looking for. He grabbed a medium sized canister and gave it a good shake. The contents inside sloshed around happily, it was almost completely full.
"Who makes the best high-grade?" he jovially asked the can, Sideswipe then shook it again, "Why, I make the best of course!"
The automatic door hissed opened from behind him and Sideswipe hurriedly hid the can from view. Sunstreaker entered the room with a smile plastered on his face.
Sideswipe gave his brother the one-over, "Either you're not my brother, or you and Bluestreak were just doing the nasty."
Sunstreaker walked over to where his brother was crouched in front of the closet door and gave him a nice kick in the aft. The red twin jumped away and scowled at him, gingerly rubbed his scratched rump. Sunstreaker spied the canister and nabbed it before his twin could grab it. He opened the lid and smelled the contents. Reeling back from the strong scent, Sunstreaker coughed and put the lid back.
"What are you going to do with that?" Sunstreaker tossed the canister back to Sideswipe, "That stuff is strong enough that all you have to do it smell it and you'll get overcharged." He added.
"I'm not going to do anything with it." Sideswipe protested innocently. "I'm just going be a Good Samaritan and give it to someone else."
Sunstreaker chortled and walked over to the couch then turned on the TV. "These humans are so boring." He said while flipping through the news channels. "They have the same news every day."
Sideswipe meandered over to his brother and sat next to him on the metal couch. He pretended to care about what his brother was saying for awhile and then…
"Sunny," he wheedled. No response.
"Sunshine…" He whined.
"Dear, Bluestreak." Sideswipe said, while pretending to write on his hand. "I'm just dropping you a note to tell you what Sunstreaker really thinks about your annoying talking habits, especially when he's busy touch—Ompf!" Sunstreaker clamped a hand over Sideswipe's mouth
"Don't even go there." He warned. Sideswipe stood up and leaped away.
"Oh-oh! Whatcha gonna do about it Sunny?" he mocked while ducking for cover under a table on the other side of the room.
"I'm not going to do anything! What do you want?" he demanded hotly.
"Brother mine, I need your artsy skills." Sideswipe crooned while coming up from behind Sunstreaker to place his hand on his shoulders. He started to massage Sunstreaker's shoulder struts gently. "If we're going to pull this thing off with Tracks, I need your skills as a true master artist."
Sunstreaker reconciled for a moment. "Well it's not my fault you're in trouble, as funny as it would be to see Track's face after he gets blamed. But, I guess I can help. I know I'll get in trouble for this eventually anyways."
"Yes! I knew you couldn't resist Sunny!" Sideswipe chanted and then turned serious again, "Come on lets go. I have to get this done already."
Both Sideswipe and Sunstreaker left the relatively safe and peacefulness of their quarters and headed straight to the security room. Blaster was on duty room because Red Alert was currently undergoing a routine inspection by Ratchet (poor sucker). On the way there, they didn't pass anyone in the hallways, thankfully, because it was probably pretty suspicious to see Sideswipe carrying anything around, besides the normal things.
They both marched right inside the security center and Blaster was seated with his back towards them. Sideswipe set the container down on the counter loudly, and Blaster almost jumped out of his metallic skin.
"Whoa, there! Nearly scared me to death!" he exclaimed and then calmed down when he realized who it was. "Hey what's that you got?" he asked gesturing to the container.
"Listening to music again, eh Blaster?" Sideswipe asked, completely disregarding his question, and then took up a seat on the counter next to the container. Sunstreaker continued to look menacingly from the doorway.
"Yeah well," Blaster said calmly, "I've gotta have something to do. I don't know how Red Alert does it all the time."
"Red Alert has Inferno to keep him company when he's in here. Haven't you ever wondered why those two are always in here together?" Sunstreaker replied stiffly, crossing his arms.
"We're getting off topic here," Sideswipe cut in, "you wanted to know what's in this container right?"
Blaster nodded, and Sideswipe took off the lid the wafted the contents towards Blaster. Sideswipe watched as his optics grew wide, "Why tha's some strong high-grade!"
"Indeed," Sideswipe said pensively from his perch. "Give us hmm… Twenty minutes in here alone and you can have that. I know you still owe Jazz from last time."
Blaster seemed to think it over for a minute, "I don't wanna get in trouble for something you guys are gonna do, but Jazz has been nagging me about this. Fine alright, twenty minutes and that's it. Okay?"
"It's all yours, Blaster buddy." Blaster got up and grabbed the can, then sidled past Sunstreaker in the doorway. Sunstreaker locked the door behind him and went over to the main computer console. He quickly checked the security cams and found the logs for when Sideswipe had snuck into Prime's quarters.
"Now all you have to do is put Tracks in there instead of me." He said happily to his golden twin. Sunstreaker had already started to draw 'ol red face and about fifteen minutes later had successfully replaced the images on Teletran.
"The only problem we have now is if someone finds out that the logs were tampered with. Then Blaster, Tracks, me and you will get in trouble."
"The more, the merrier." Sideswipe replied.