Sideswipe grinned as Bluestreak stumbled slightly, letting out a stream of apologies as he accidentally bumped into Mirage - who had it coming, walking around invisible like that - the Ops materialized and steadied the Gunner, silencing him with a question; "What is all this paint for?" He raised an optic ridge at the two, who held several surprisingly large canisters of multiple paint colors. Most seemed to be black and blue, what looked to be orange? Bluestreak beat Sideswipe to an explanation. "Well we were out for a drive, when Jazz suggested to me that we should run by and get Sideswipe some paint because Ratchet was out. So we did and for some reason they were on sale or something because when we went to buy it they suddenly gave us a LOT of canisters, refused to take it back and refused to take the money we offered and it was really weird but they all looked scared half to death of is." The Gunner frowned. "I don't see why though, because if anything Sides' was a less intimidating than he usually is and they've never acted afraid of me before." Sideswipe mumbled a 'hey' from his wobbling stance a few feet away.

"We're just gonna give it to Ratchet, sense he seemed to be sorely lacking in paint for his patients." Sideswipe added in, shifting his hold on the pile and shuffling down the hall, kicking Bluestreak in the aft to get him moving too. "See ya around Mirage." The red twin called, the Ops gave them an odd look before disappearing. "Sorry Sides'." Bluestreak piped up behind his pile, earning a glance from Sideswipe. "But they barley gave us any red - it's weird actually, we have more red-clad 'bots than black and blue. And do we even have any orange members - wait, yeah we do. Sorry. It's mostly our walls that are orange though, it kinda makes my optics hurt. We should see about switching that up every one and then, I think it's irritating some of the other 'bots too." Sideswipe looked forward again, as they neared the med-bay, and made a face as he saw Ironhide dragging something out. As they neared, his expression changed to one of slight irritation, realizing it was the pod for the sparkling.

The red-clad mech went ignored as the two walked into the room - well, for Blue' it was more of a stumble. They stopped, and sat the canisters down. "Here Ratch'. Humans are over generous with me, thought I'd share the love." Sideswipe flicked some dust off his arms, watching Bluestreak struggle to set the paint down without tipping any and busting them open. Reaching into the pile he pulled out a few of the buckets and sub-spaced them; "Keeping these though, rest are yours." The medic gave him a look of disbelief, but went with it anyway. "Thank you, now since you're already here. How about helping Ironhide get the little sparkling's pod to your shared room." He motioned to Ironhide, who was trying to figure out how to pick the awkward thing up. It was a little big for a sparkling so small, but...beggars can't be choosers, as the humans say.

"I'll do it!" Bluestreak piped up, waving his hand around, earning looks from everyone. "Sides' was gonna go clean up so he could re-paint, he's been through a lot today so I just figured I would help Ironhide so he can finally get around to fixing himself up and all-" Bluestreak cut himself off before he rambled, and smiled somewhat embarrassingly at the three bots staring at him. Ratchet shrugged, mumbling something about 'not caring' - despite the obvious smile he'd sent the Gunner - and wondered away from them. They glanced to Ironhide who averted his optics to the pod. "Ah don't care who helps.." He muttered, clearing his throat. With a smile in Sideswipe direction, which was gratefully returned, Bluestreak skipped off to help Ironhide.

::Thanks Blue'.:: Sideswipe sent though their comm. Bluestreak smiled at him. With a smile, Sideswipe exited and headed opposite of the two, and made a beeline for the wash racks. He'd need to get off the sand off before he could repaint, and besides...a nice, warm wash sounded good and relaxing right about now.

Hound groaned as he carried Prowl down the hall. Primus the Datsun was heavy. Hound had found him outside Prime's office and had no idea how no one had noticed him. Hound had been wandering around after getting a strange call from Sunstreaker telling him to go to the med bay to help find a pink thing. He had no idea what the mech had been talking about, and when he got to the med bay, no one was there. That's was when he came across Prowl, face down on the floor with a blown logic circuit. Again. Hound frowned. Prowl really was heavier then he looked. He vented a sigh when he finally caught sight of the med bay. "Ratchet," Hound huffed as he walked in. "I brought some one to see you."

"Who is it NOW!" Ratchet spun around angrily. "Oh." He stopped, seeing a very confused Hound awkwardly carrying Prowl. "Prowl, yes, I heard he had crashed his logic circuits again. I was going to send some one to get him. Thank you." Ratchet looked around. "Um. Here, he can go over here." Ratchet gestured at a berth, then went over to help Hound carry him. Once Prowl was safely lying on the berth, Hound looked at Ratchet. "What's been going on around here?"

"Primus," Ratchet vented a sigh. "Sunstreaker brought a sparkling back that he found in the canyons, and then he lost it, and it is what caused Prowl here to crash, and Sideswipe seems to be really angry with Sunstreaker, it's just one big mess."

Hound just stared. "That sounds, uh, interesting. Where are they now?"

Ratchet waved as he rummaged around in his tools. "Sideswipe went off to get washed and repaint himself I think. Sunstreaker is cleaning himself off, I had to clean the sparkling, and now Jazz is taking it to Sunstreaker for me."

Hound looked even more puzzled now. "Why did you have to clean the sparkling? And why send it back to Sunstreaker?"

Ratchet glanced over at Hound. "Well the sparkling got to excited and purged. And as for why I'm having it go back to Sunstreaker, the little thing got attached to him, so Prime had to order him to take care of it, and Sideswipe to help."

Suddenly Bluestreak skipped in and started rambling. "Hey Ratchet sorry but I told Sunstreaker I would check and see if there was any gold paint in the stuff we brought back and I was finished helping Ironhide move the pod so I came back to do that and Oh." He abruptly cut off as he saw Prowl. "Prowl! Primus I forgot about him! Sorry Prowl I didn't mean to but I was worried about the sparkling and I just-"

"Bluestreak!" Ratchet turned toward the rambling Datsun. "He can't hear you. And weren't you checking for gold paint for Sunstreaker?"

"Oh right, thank you Ratchet." Bluestreak smiled and turned back to the paint.

Hound just shook his head. The things that went on here.

Sunstreaker vented a sigh as he walked out of the shower racks. He finally had all that dirt and filth off of him. Ratchet had the pink thing, said he would clean it off since he had to check it to make sure it didn't get hurt while unsupervised. He groaned. Now he had to go back and get it. Maybe find some paint to fix his poor paint job.

Sideswipe let out a sigh as he rounded a corned and keyed open the washroom door, stepping in he paused, and stared at his brother. He let out a loud shriek and covered his optics; "PRIMUS! I did NOT need to see that!" He managed, before grinning and cackling. He dropped his hands and skipped past his brother - completely ignoring him - and into the nearest shower stall. He activated it, and much to his horror, the water was ice-cold. He stumbled back, shaking and trying to keep it from seeping into the seams of his armor. Primus it already felt like his joints wanted to stiffen and stall.

He shook the water off, and tested the water, sticking his hands under it. Cold! Shaking it off again, he huffed and waited for it to heat up. Another moment, and it was still cold. With a growl, Sides' grabbed a wash cloth and soaked it with the cold water, and just wiped the dirt-now-mud off as best he could without stepping under the faucet. It mostly only succeeded in smearing the mud along his armor, much to his irritation. After a moment of failed attempts, he finally just threw the cloth in a random direction, paused, shuttered his optics, and stepped under the water. Biting back a yelp as the ice-cold water pelted down on him.

He stepped back after a moment, and looked himself over, not clean really, but he could just dry the rest off. Shutting the water off as best he could without letting the water hit him, he marched off to find a dry cloth. "Frackin' water heater..."

Sunstreaker frowned after his brother, before starting to walk down the hall. He frowned when he saw Jazz walking towards him. With the pink thing. He sighed. He was supposed to have the entire walk back before he had to worry about it again.

Jazz grinned at him. "Sorry Sunstreaker, she started getting fussy and Ratchet told me to bring her ta you."

"Fine. Here." Sunstreaker didn't even bother arguing. He was so tired of this. He just reached out and took the little thing. It murmured something and nestled up against him. He frowned. Why did it insist on wanting him? He vented another sigh. "Well, back to the med bay. Again. I'm starting to really hate that place."

In the end, Sideswipe failed at finding a cloth, luckily he had some in his room - or more so, Sunny had some in their room which he could...borrow. He walked somewhat irritably down the hall, leaving a puddle trail behind. No one seemed to notice until Cliffjumper slipped on it, and it got a few curses and chuckles. Bumblebee helped him up, surprisingly enough he could keep his balance pretty well, standing on water and lifting someone slightly larger than himself. They both went ignored by Sideswipe after a moment, as he started to finish his walk to his shared room.

He walked right past the med-bay without sparing it so much as a glance, and made a beeline from there down the hall to their room. He stopped, slipping a bit, almost falling, and jabbed their room lock code rather roughly through the pad. The doors opened, slower than he approved of, and he stalked in. Not caring if he got the various junk in their floor soaked, he went for Sunstreaker's gear, and dug out one of this "clean" cloths, walking over to his own berth, he plopped down and proceeded to dry himself off, disposing of the towel by wadding it into a ball and pitching it in a random direction, over his shoulder.

Un-sub-spacing the two pales of black and red, he grabbed the nearest brush he could find and dipped it into the contains. "Don't care if this is mine or not." He muttered to the dripping red brush, before proceeding to repaint his right arm. Which, to his irritation, didn't go so well. As the paint dripped very time he moved his arm, all over his berth and his legs, as well as the floor. Slag, he didn't know how to repaint himself with this slag. He rarely ever tried to fix the dings and scratches, if someone else didn't they stayed there. He didn't care. This sticky, runny slag wasn't helping. Whatever happened to "spray-paint". Did humans even have that slag? "I miss Cybertron already..." He grumbled, flicking his newly painted arm and accidentally splattering paint all over his face, berth, and wall. "...I hate today."

Sunstreaker did his best not to bounce the sparkling on his trip back to the med bay, Jazz following behind him, grinning like a fool. Walking into the med bay Sunstreaker glanced around at those inside. Ratchet, attempting to fix Prowl, who seemed to have been moved in already, probably be Hound who was leaning in a corner, and Bluestreak who was staring at the cans of paint.

"Any gold in there Bluestreak?" He asked tiredly. He really needed some recharge.

Bluestreak turned at his name. "No, sorry Sunstreaker, I looked but there's only blue and black, and some orange, but I did get some purple on my arm, even though there isn't any in there so I don't know where it came from."

Sunstreaker vented another sigh. "Alright fine. I'm going to recharge." With that he turned and left, leaving a slightly confused Bluestreak. It wasn't like him to not complain about the lack of paint. But this whole day had him so stressed and tired, he just wanted to go and recharge.

Sunstreaker frowned as he walked through the hall. The sparkling wasn't making any noise again. He looked down, and it was recharging. That wasn't fair. Looking at it made him even more tired. Scowling he walked faster. As he passed mechs they gave him odd looks, due to the sparkling he carried, but he just ignored them. As he walked into his and Sideswipe's room he started muttering to himself. "Fragging pink thing making me run all over the place, then purging on me. Prime making me watch it. No fragging paint." He huffed as he looked at the pod now set beside his berth, then glanced over at Sideswipe's berth and stopped. Sideswipe had paint splashed all over himself and looked very frustrated. "What happened to you?" Sunstreaker frowned.

Sideswipe didn't even look up as Sunstreaker entered their room, he was too busy trying to figure out how to get the paint out of his optics, slaggin' brush. Slaggin' paint. Slaggin'...EVERYTHING! He rubbed at his optic with his fist, wincing as it only made them burn. He glanced up as Sunstreaker spoke to him, silver hand still rubbing at the black spot around and on his optic. "Failing at what you do best." He responded, waving the brush in his other hand around. "Sorry if this is yours." He muttered, dropping it into the bucket and muttering irritably. He'd made a mess of himself trying to repaint his armor. He had splatters and random, large splotches of paint everywhere, he'd accidentally tipped the red can and one point, and it had resulted in his legs, berth, and part of the floor being painted red. His attempts to paint his arms had failed, he had gotten paint on the glass of his headlights and windshields. And had splattered black paint onto his face not long before Sunstreaker walked in. It had happened when he'd given up on red, and just decided to get to painting the small, black areas of his armor. Of course, the brush slipped, landed in the can, and splattered him right in the face.

He had no clue how he was supposed to get the slag out of his optic, but really didn't feel like going to the med-bay. Especially with the way he currently looked. Slag, he knew he wasn't the best at painting, but this was just sad an embarrassing. He'd probably have to go through the pain of stripping it all off again too, and he still ached from doing that the first time. If he got lucky, maybe he could just paint over it all. Or find someone to help him. Who, he didn't know. But he sure as slag wasn't asking Ratchet to help. Venting a rather pitiful sigh, he dropped the smaller paintbrush he'd attempt to use into the red paint bucket, and sulked. "Today just isn't my day..." As if proving him so, he flinched as the dent in his cheek suddenly started aching again. He rubbed at it, and accidentally spread black and red paint from his hands over the area. "Frag..."

Sunstreaker just stared at his brother for a moment then looked down at the sparkling, then glanced at the pod. He had no idea how to get the thing in there without waking it up. After thinking for a moment he gave up on it, he was to tired to figure it out right now. Looking back at his miserable looking twin he frowned. "Do you... Um.. Want some help with that?"

Sideswipe removed his hand and stared at it through the one optic he could still see through, and frowned. He glanced over to Sunstreaker as he offered to help, and tilted his head, frowning in confusion. That was unexpected, Sunstreaker must be even more tired than he currently looked to be offering to help. He wasn't sure if he wanted to accept it, though. As he stared at his golden twin, and glanced to the sparkling, he frowned deeper. Well, slag, now he felt bad. He'd gone the entire day outright trying not to help Sunny - physically anyway, he'd given plenty of advice, in his defense. He vented a sigh, Jazz was right, he was just being immature now. He puffed a sigh from his vents and stared at the duo for a minute.

He scratched experimentally at his painted optic, and hissed, jerking his head down and shuttering them as it only made the sensitive thing sting like the Pit. Dropping his hand, he glanced back at the two.

Smiling softly, if not tiredly at his twin. "Thanks for the offer, but you don't have to." He glared at the mess that he currently was. "I'll figure it out eventually...maybe." He glanced back, and raised an optic ridge. "You kinda can't anyway," He motioned to the sparkling. "Unless you put her to bed first." He stared for a second. "Want me to help you?" He frowned, tilting his head slightly to the right; curiously.

Sunstreaker looked down at the sparkling when Sideswipe asked if he wanted help. He was tempted to say no, and just try and figure it out himself, but he really did want to recharge, and he was liable to wake the thing up if he tried it himself. "Actually, yes." He vented a sigh. "I- I don't want to wake it up, by trying to put it away..." He looked at it, defeat written on his face. "It's just... So loud..."

Sideswipe smiled, a sort of smug and amused smile. Standing, he quietly made his way over, overstepping random junk in the floor. As he arrived, he knelt down in the floor, grabbing another few cloths from Sunstreaker's stash beside his berth and wrapping up his arms in them. He held out his cloth-covered hands. "Here, hand her to me." He whispered. "Slowly. Gently. So not to wake her." He shifted the pod with his foot to have better access to it.

"But I'm not doing this again tomorrow, just so you know." He smiled. "I will show you how to put her down gently though."

Sunstreaker awkwardly shifted the sparkling, trying to get her in a position so he could hand her over with out moving to much. He couldn't figure it out. He just couldn't ficus. After a few moments, he looked up at Sideswipe and frowned. "I- I can't. How- I- Help."

Sideswipe watched his brother shift awkwardly, trying to figure out how to hand her off, he failed, and eventually went to asking. Primus, that was just sad. Sure, he was a horrible painter - sadder than Sunstreaker was with kids - but still, just...sad. With a smile, and a slight shake of the head, Sideswipe leaned forward, reaching up and shifting his hand under the sparkling, lifting her gently from the golden mechs grip, he slowly kneeled back down, holding her gently, securely, but away from his chest so not to get her wet with paint. Gently, he leaned over the pod, lowering her down into the cushioned, makeshift "baby bed". He gently slid his hands out from under her, and tucked her in before leaning back up, and smiling at his brother.

"There." He grinned. "She should be fine now." He rose, and offered Sunstreaker a still-clothed hand. "Now you owe me a hand here." He frowned down at the mess of red, black, and silver-grey that was currently himself. "I could...really use the help. Because...darn-it." He huffed, staying quiet still. "You have all the artistic talent. Slagger."

"Here." Sunstreaker leaned over and picked the brush out of the paint. Frowning at it, he set it aside and walked over to his things and rummaged around until he found a clean one. He pushed Sideswipe so he would sit down onto the berth then sat down beside him. "For one thing, you put to much paint on the brush. The paint should only go about half way up the bristles. That will keep it from dripping all over the place." He quickly dipped the brush in the paint then grabbed Sideswipes arm. "And when your painting, you want to use smooth, even strokes. That way it won't be all streaky and look bad." He started painting his brothers arm.

Sideswipe watched curiously as Sunstreaker painted his arm. "...You make it look so easy." He grumbled.

It was getting hard for Sunstreaker to concentrate. He stopped painting and slouched forward, leaning on Sideswipes shoulder. When he did this, Sideswipe paused and gave him a concerned frown. "Sunny?" He tilted his head. "Is something wrong." Sunstreaker only vaguely heard his brother. "Sides.." He mumbled quietly. "Ahm sorry." he shuttered his optics, falling into deep recharge.

He frowned, listening closely to Sunstreaker's tired, mumbled response. His optics widened in shock, and he took Sunstreaker gently by the shoulders as the other sagged, leaning him back slightly, his optics were dimmed, and faceplate relaxed. He'd fallen into recharge. About time. He'd looked utterly exhausted. In fact, Sideswipe felt the same, come to think of it.

Being lazy, Sideswipe settled back, brother in his arms, and vented a sigh. "Yeah...m'sorry too...ah s'pose." He mumbled, smiling. Powering down his optics, he settled leaning back against the wall, Sunstreaker's head on his shoulder. Hopefully the paint wasn't still wet... "G'night bro..." He sighed, and powered down for recharge as well.

Sunstreaker woke to screaming. Letting out a cry he sat up quickly, throwing his hands out, hitting something, he fell back wards and landed on the floor. "AHH WHAT IS THAT!" He quickly glanced around, confused. There was a pod by his berth- Oh right the pink thing. That didn't explain why he wasn't ON his berth. Glancing in the direction he fell from he realized he had been on Sides berth. Frowning he thought back, and remembered helping paint Sideswipe- and then nothing. He must have passed out. He had been tired enough to. And now back to his main problem. The wailing sparkling. "What's wrong with it?" He asked frowning at the pod.

Sides' jerked, optics on-lining quicker than his processor could adjust, pain shot through his helm, the suddenly light of their room stung his unadjusted optics, and he slid off the edge of the berth, landing rather roughly on the ground next to Sunstreaker, clutching his abused helm. "Oww!" He groaned, rubbing the offended area. "I think you dented my horn." He prodded the mentioned appendage, and flinched involuntarily at the pain it caused, until it settled down to a dull ache. Primus...why him?

He glanced to Sunstreaker, slightly confused, startled...mostly confused. Groaning, he rolled onto his stomach, and pushed himself up off the ground, helm in hand, and staggered to the screaming sparkling. He knelt down, wrapping his arms around the squirming youth and picking her up, cradling her, rocking and shushing, cooing and humming to her. "C'mon kid, calm down." He spoke softly, patting her back soothingly. Primus he was dizzy, freakin' paint. One optic being painted over put him off visual balance. And it was itching. As the sparkling settled down, sobbing lightly, he frowned at Sunstreaker.

"You didn't bend my horn thing did you?" He cradled her in one arm and felt the numb area. "It feels fine..." He absently reached over to the sparkling with his hand, and she grabbed a hold of it. "Why'd you hit me-" He paused, and shifted to stare down at the bubbling femme, who now had his thumb in her mouth, nibbling on the digit. He stared bat her for a few minutes, before turning back to Sunstreaker, acting as though it hadn't even occurred. "You're all cuddly one moment then violent the next." Whether he was talking about Sunny, or the sparkling, no one would ever know. He wiggled his hand, trying to regain it, but the sparkling held firm. "I need that hand, you know. I'm right handed." The sparkling giggled, but didn't relinquish her grip.

Sideswipe pouted at her, and it only eared her reaching for his chin with one hand, gripping his bottom lip and forcing him to lean forward so not to risk straining to metal. The bubbly thing chirped and giggle loudly, removing her hand to grab at his undamaged horn, making him twist his head to the left as she tugged on it. He took up a mildly annoyed expression, but made no move to force her to release him.

Sunstreaker frowned and rolled over so he could stand up. Seeing the sparkling pulling at his brothers face he couldn't help but grin widely. "Sorry, didn't know. And what do you think it wants? Besides, you know, to pull on your face and all." He glanced around. "If it's hungry, Ratchet said he had Ironhide put some of whatever it eats in here. I think it's- yeah, here it is." He reached down behind the pod. Looking at Sideswipe he frowned again. "So, ah... You want to feed her?"

Sideswipe frowned at Sunstreaker, no, he did not want to feed her. But at the moment, she didn't seem to want to let him go, in fact, she seemed to be trying to get enough leverage from his chassis to get his horn as a chew toy. "Just..." He tugged his head lightly, trying to keep her at bay from his horn, yet softly enough not to startle or upset her. "Give it to her, and see if she'll let me go. If she does, you can have her, I need to finish up on my paint job and see Ratchet about a few dents." She slipped and slid back into his arms, a bit startled for a moment, she suddenly started giggling and tried again. Sideswipe had to bite back a smile as how adorable she was.

"Can you hurry before she finally figures out how to reach my head, please?"

Sunstreaker grinned and held the bottle in front of the sparkling. Seeing it she let go of Sideswipe to grab at it. He caught her before she started to fall and started feeding her. "Ok, there, now its not trying to eat your face. Happier?"

Sideswipe let out a sigh as Sunstreaker prized the sparkling from him, rubbing his aching lip components, he stood straight and watched as his Brother began feeding her. "Yeah, now excuse me." He reached over and grabbed his formerly abandoned paint canisters, shifting them to see if they had crusted - they had, but not too badly. Still usable. Maybe. "I have to go...brave Hatchet to get these dents fixed." He sub-spaced the cans, not even bothering to "pretty himself" from his current, horrendous state. Maybe Ratchet would pity him if he walked in like this.

Taking a step forward, Sideswipe paused. "Oh right, almost forgot." He unsub-spaced a couple of cans, and set them on the berth. "These were the only golds they had that were close to your color. Dunno if it's going to be enough though." He shrugged. "It took me quite a few minutes to get them to listen long enough for me to ask for it, though." He frowned. "Slaggin' humans." With that, he turned, and walked out the door. "Now I'm going to go dodge wrenches, if you need me you know where I'll be."

Sunstreaker stared as his brother left. So he got him paint. While he was still mad. Sunstreaker grinned. Now he just needed the pink thing to go into recharge so he could fix his paint. He looked down at it. It was still eating happily, with no sign of going into recharge anytime soon. He sighed. Now what. He had learned his lesson of what happens when you don't watch the thing and he didn't want to have to explain to Sideswipe how the thing got hurt. He might as well wait till it finished eating before trying to get it to recharge. Sunstreaker didn't need it to purge on him again. He sat on his berth and scooted back so he could lean against the wall and contented to wait until the pink thing was done.

Sideswipe frowned, rubbing his newly repaired faceplate. He'd been stared and laughed at through his trek here. He had started to regret not fixing his paint-job before he went to the med-bay, but he knew he would have failed at it. Even if Sunny did show him how to use a brush, seeing once wasn't enough to learn it. It would take a while for him to paint like that. A long while. And Sunny was busy, and he was too stubborn to ask for his Brother's help anyway. At the very least, Mirage and Hound hadn't laughed at him. Not to his face anyway, they probably did once they got down the hall. Everyone else but Bluestreak had. Bluestreak knew how bad Sideswipe was at painting, he'd even tried to help him stay out of view for as far as he could walk before they had to split up, Bluestreak going on his patrol.

Prowl ignored him. Everyone else who walked by either stared or laughed, most laughed. Tracks had stared, and Sideswipe felt the need to stay as far away from the Corvette as possible. Slaggin' Jazz and his "suggesting". At the very least, it had payed off to keep Ratchet from getting ticked at him for needless injuring. He'd taken one look at Sideswipe and just stared, before motioning for him to hop up on a berth. He hadn't said a word while getting the dents out of Sideswipe's faceplate - though that could be because Sideswipe wasn't aloud to talk, and therefore couldn't respond. He had offered to fix his paint job, in a tone that gave off a hint that he felt bad for the front-liner. Which was a bit irritating, but what he had wanted. In the end, he'd been repaired, re-painted, and got out of the med-bay with just mild scolding for needless on-base non-Con-caused injury.

Of course, all that paled in comparison to the problem of his optic. It had taken the medic nearly an hour to effectively clean it all off and out his optic, and Primus did that solvent burn.

And now he was making his way down the hall with intentions of refueling, perhaps seeing if he could find someone to talk to. Maybe check in with Smokescreen, see if he was free. He'd been itching to try that game out again. He should probably check in with Perceptor and Wheeljack later, he needed to get his jet-pack fixed. Again. One of the cone-heads had gotten a lucky shot on him in their last battle, he didn't need to risk it fritzing out in the middle of a fight. The last thing he needed was to fall to his doom, or get stuck in a ravine.

"Hey slagger." Sideswipe paused, snapping from his thoughts and looked around. "Down here ya moron." He glanced down, spotting Cliffjumper, and frowned. "Hn? Cliff'? What is it?" He glanced around, his tanks felt like they would collapse on themselves if he didn't refuel soon. "Can you make it quick? Got somewhere to be." He offered a small grin to the mini-bot, and earned as glare in return. Before he could even shutter an optic and inquire about the curious behavior, the mini-bot lunged at him. He yelped loudly as the sudden weight shift caused by the mini-bot ramming into his abdomen shifting him off balance. As they tumbled, Cliff' pulled back his fist and slammed it forward, nailing the startled red twin in the cheek-plate. Sides' jerked his head back, slamming it into the ground harder than it would have landed a mere few seconds later. He hissed through the pained haze and dizziness it caused.

"The slag?" He growled, lifting his head, glaring at the mini-bot and rubbing his head. "What was that for?" His cheek-plate ached, but not quite as much as the pain in the back of his helm. "What do you think it was for." Cliffjumper grumbled, standing up and stepping over the Soldier, before marching grumpily down the hall, leaving Sideswipe on the floor, confused. "...I wouldn't have asked had I known..." He grumbled, sitting up, prodding the back of his head. No dent, thankfully. Nothing loose, thankfully. But slag that hurt. He felt his faceplate, not so lucky. It had been dented again. "Same place Jazz hit me, too." He muttered angrily.

"Sorry about that!" He glanced up at Bumblebee, who offered him a hand. "I told him not to! But he didn't listen!" Sides' shuttered his optics once at the mini-bot, before taking the hand offered, and standing up. The little yellow 'bot didn't really help to pull him up, being smaller and weaker, but it was the attempt and thought that counts. "What'd I do to make him punch me?" The red mech inquired, dropping his hand from his faceplate and looking around, at least no one other than 'Bee was around to see it. He hoped, anyway. "Oh, you don't remember?" Bumblebee frowned, confused, tilting his head slightly to the left. "You dripped water down the halls yesterday, and he slipped down in it." Sideswipe made an 'Ah' in remembrance to the incident, he'd forgotten about it. Until now.

"Oh, oops. I forgot about it." He offered the youngling a slightly embarrassed grin, and got a soft smile in return. "You're not going to hit him back, are you?" The beetle frowned. Sideswipe shook his head; "Nah. He didn't do too much damage." Bumblebee stared somewhat confused at him, but smiled nevertheless. Probably just happy his friend wasn't going to get slagged later on. "Oh, well I have to go. Sorry again, thanks for not being mad and bye!" Bumblebee waved happily to him, before jogging by and down the hall. Sideswipe shrugged, and turned to continue his way to get some Energon.

He let out a rather indignant squeak as something soft, slightly damp, and cold was pressed against his damaged faceplate. Glancing up, he stared with wide optics at Skyfire, who simply smiled. "It'll make the ache hurt, I know you're too stubborn to go have Ratchet fix it." He winked. "Consider it a reward for not ripping Cliffjumper apart." He removed his finger from the cloth, allowing Sideswipe to hold it up, before walking awkwardly down the hall, trying not to bump into anyone, anything, or get his wings caught. Sideswipe stood there for a second, wondering how he hadn't noticed the flier, optics wide. After a moment, he shrugged, and continued on down the hall.

"No one else better stop me from refueling, I'm huuuuungry~!"

Sunstreaker glanced up warily at sparkling. He had managed to get it into recharge after it finished eating, however it had involved many embarrassing noises, as he tried to emulate his brothers performance from when it had woken up. He grimaced. It was a good thing Sideswipe had left, he never would have let Sunstreaker live it down. Sunstreaker had managed to get most of his painting done before the sparkling woke up again, and luckily that time it didn't cry. It had rolled around a bit and was currently attempting to get its own pedes in its mouth. Sunstreaker quickly finished getting the last of the paint on his arms, and checked to see if he had missed anything. Nope. He was good. Now he needed to dry... He started to pace.

Primus he was getting hungry. He would have to take the pink thing with him. He waved his arms a bit to try and get them to dry faster. Glancing at the sparkling, he saw it had stopped trying to eat its pede and was instead staring at his waving arms, holding its abandoned pede in both hands. Its eyes were opened wide and its mouth sort of hung open awkwardly. Primus, why did something so evil have to be so slagging cute. He frowned at it, earning a giggle. And why did it always laugh when he seemed mad at it? Weird thing. Satisfied his arms were completely dry, he leaned over the pod and grabbed the sparkling. "Come here you. We need to go get me some fuel." He said as he held the giggling sparkling against him. Turning he walked out of his room - and almost ran into Hound.

"Primus Hound!" Sunstreaker glanced down at the sparkling, making sure it didn't get hurt. It giggled and made a grab at his face. Yup. It was fine.

"Sorry Sunstreaker." Hound apologized quickly. "So this is the sparkling that has been causing so much trouble?" Hound grinned at it. "I didn't get a chance to see it when you were in the med bay yesterday."

"Finally! Some one who understands that its the pink things fault!" Sunstreaker moved his head back to avoid the little hands trying to reach him.

"Well, sparklings get into trouble all the time, if their not watched properly that is." Hound smiled as the sparkling waved her hands at Sunstreaker's face. "She's so cute."

"Everyone keeps saying that." Sunstreaker glared as the sparkling continued to reach for his face. "Well, I need to refuel."

"Have fun with that. I'd come with you but I'm due to head out to India with Prime." Hound smiled as he turned away. "Have fun with the sparkling!"

Sunstreaker vented a sigh and started walking again. When he did the sparkling stopped reaching for his face and started staring around with wide optics. It really did have huge optics. Like, Swindle huge. Maybe even bigger. Sunstreaker never understood why the Decepticon had such huge optics. Maybe it was so people would trust him more when he was trying to, well, swindle them. He frowned at it. Maybe that was why the pink thing had big optics. So it would look cuter so you couldn't hate it so much when it was being loud and annoying.

When Sunstreaker got to the refuel station he grabbed an energon cube. But as soon as he stopped walking, the sparkling started trying to grab the cube. He frowned at it. And started walking again. The pink thing became mesmerized by the objects moving past it again. He vented a sigh. With no where else to got, Sunstreaker headed off toward the rec room. Maybe Sideswipe would be the time Sunstreaker arrived at the rec room, he had emptied his energon cube and left it on some random ledge. He had the pink thing to worry about, and didn't feel like going back. He had been getting a lot of stares in the hall on his way there, probably due to the pink thing. Only those who had been in the rec room when he cam back had actually seen it, and anyone who he ran into after that. And no one knew that he was still taking care of, save those who had been in the med bay. Needless to say it was quite a shock to most mechs.

Walking into the large room he didn't see his brother. But there were a lot of mechs there. Most had been there when he came back from the canyons with the sparkling, but there were a few there that hadn't.

"Sunstreaker, who let you have a sparkling?" Brawn questioned from here he sat with Wheeljack, Blaster, and Warpath.

Sunstreaker frowned and walked over. Why was that everyone's first reaction? "I have no idea. Who ever decided to leave it in the canyons. Hasn't anyone mentioned it yet?"

"Yeah, but we thought some one else would have ended up with the little thing, not you." Wheeljack admitted.

"Then we are on the same page." Sunstreaker sat down with them. "It sort of got attached to me and threw a fit around everyone else. So Prime ordered me to take care of it." The sparkling was now chewing on Sunstreaker's hand. He frowned at it.

"Well ain't that jus' adorable?" Blaster laughed watching the sparkling.

"You try waking up to it screaming, then come back and tell me how cute it is." Sunstreaker said sharply.

"Whats her, Bam! Name?" Warpath asked, rather innocently.

Sunstreaker just looked at him blankly. "Name?"

"Yeah. Her name. Doesn't she have a zing zang name?" Warpath looked confused now.

Sunstreaker stared down at the sparkling. "Not that I know of, no, it doesn't."

"Well then give her one." Brawn nudged Sunstreaker. "She can't go her whole life with out a name."

"Why me though?" Sunstreaker looked around at them all.

"Because your the one who's taking care of it. It only makes sense for you to name it. Besides, we need something to call it." Wheeljack said matter-of-factually.

"Well, pink thing has been working rather well for me so far." Sunstreaker frowned as the sparkling managed to grab hold of his face. "Well, it sits still better when I'm moving so I'm going to go for a walk. See you." He stood up abruptly.

"Alright then. See you later Sunstreaker." Wheeljack waved slightly as Sunstreaker walked off, the giggling sparkling grinning at everything she saw. He looked down at it. "Hmm... A name..." He muttered.


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