Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. This is written for my twin sister Mirai, who is reading my fics and think's I'm insane. Love you sis. P.S None of these fics have anything to do with the others...

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"Out Loud"

Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another. -Ambrose Bierce

"Have you fixed the detonator yet?"

"No" Sideswipe scowled, carefully tinkering with a carefully built paint bomb.

"Hurry the pit up! He'll be back any minute!" Sunstreaker hissed at his brother angrily, hurriedly stuffing feathers into a huge box.

"Do you two have a death wish?" A very irritated sounding Ratchet growled, they both looked up in alarm, just in time to see that the medic was standing in the doorway of his med bay...

The twins both got wide optics before the paint bomb went off unexpectedly.

-Three Hours Later-

"Ratchet... Can you take a look at..." Prowl stopped in mid sentence, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. Ratchet's med bay was now lime green. The medic was carefully cleaning picking feather's out of his joints. But that was not the most shocking thing. The most shocking thing, was the two lime green autobot's, welded to the ceiling by their afts, optics dim and seemingly lifeless. A twinge of fear gripped his spark as the medic looked up at him and grinned cheerfully.

"Can I take a look at what?"

"Is that the..." Prowl simply stared at the two corpses infront of him.

"Twins. Yes. " Ratchet smirked, watching with an expression of amusement as Prowl suddenly had something urgent to do and almost ran out of the medbay.

-Ten Minutes Later-

"Ratchet?"

"Yes Optimus?"

"Why is Prowl having a nervous breakdown in my office?"

"It could have something to do with the fact that I have the twin's spark-less corpses welded to my med bay ceiling."

There was a moment's silence, before Optimus spoke his trademark phrase (And yes folks, if you watch the whole Armada and Energon series, you will realize he says this ALL THE TIME.)

"What?!"

"See for yourself."

It took Optimus less then five minutes to get to the med bay. Calmly, he examined Ratchet's handy work. The medic didn't look up for picking feathers out of his joints. Finally, after much careful thought, Optimus spoke.

"You didn't really deactivate them did you?"

"Optimus, why the slag would I deactivate them after all the hours I've spent putting them back together?" Ratchet looked up at him, smirking.

"So, what did you do to them?"

"Spark transfers."

"Into what?"

Ratchet got up, beckoning for Optimus to follow him to his office, which was locked. Optimus could hear frightened clicks and squeaks coming from behind the door. With an almost proud grin, Ratchet opened the door. There, sitting on the stasis bed, clinging to each other with an expression of complete horror, were two of the scrawniest looking sparklings Optimus Prime had ever seen. It wasn't until one of them spoke that he realized just who they were.

"OWPTIMUS...HEWP... PWEASE!"

Optimus Prime's voice was a shocked whisper. "Sunstreaker?"