KISS – Song

Sometimes the greatest sources of amusement came from his fellow Autobots. On those days when he was bored and yet unable to leave his office, he'd sometimes tap into the security camera feeds and see what his army was upto. Most of the times he wouldn't be disappointed. Just when he thought he'd seen everything, some of them would come up with new antics that would have him chuckling to himself.

Today had been a bonus. Human holidays were particularly entertaining, and this day celebrating all things love had been no less eventful. He had watched fondly as his Autobots ran around attempting to give each other cards, flowers and other such items to show that they were indeed appreciated and cared for – sometimes with hilarious consequences.

The flowers Bumblebee attempted to give Slag were summarily torched, much to the Minibot's dismay and the Dinobot's amusement; Tracks' gesture of affection to his human friend Raoul had been met with much red-faced embarrassment from the boy; and conspicuous by their absence, two of the Ark's most notorious inhabitants were nowhere to be found.

Optimus Prime frowned slightly at this. It was close to nightfall, and the two had yet to make an appearance. Well, at least there had been no reports as of yet of them being in any trouble so he gave them the benefit of the doubt that maybe this particular holiday was of no interest to them and they were hence lying low somewhere till all the madness was over.

The only drawback to these holidays, he mused, was that sometimes he had to sacrifice his own time so that his Autobots could enjoy them. He was their leader after all, and since they worked so hard for him on a regular day-to-day basis, he supposed he shouldn't really begrudge them their freedom to take a break and relax once in a while. So he and a few other dedicated officers had taken up the task of manning the Ark's security and patrols.

Though he had been presently surprised to note that even the on-duty officers had not been forgotten – each of them having gotten their own little token of appreciation along the course of the day. All except him, but he tried not to let it bother him too much.

A knock on his door interrupted him from his brooding.

"Come in," he said absently, turning his attention to a couple of datapads so as not to reveal that he had been indulging in a bit of self-pity.

The door slid open and none other than the red Lamborghini himself entered, looking a little nervous as he stepped inside, followed closely behind by his brother.

"What have you done now, Sideswipe?" he asked. "Or was it Sunstreaker's fault this time?" He should have known it was too good to be true.

"Oh no," Sunstreaker replied. "This one's all his doing." He thrust a thumb in his twin's direction. "I told him it wasn't going to be easy, you probably didn't want any visitors today, but he insisted. Take it away, bro."

"Well Sideswipe?" Prime turned his gaze on the red mech. "Care to explain why you two decided to pay me a visit?"

"Did… did you…." the red mech stopped, shifted, then took a breath.

Sunstreaker let out a frustrated sigh and gave his brother a slap on the back of his head. "Just get it over with." He shook his head in disgust and moved a few steps away, muttering something about this being a stupid day in the first place.

Prime waited patiently to see what the two were getting at, even as Sideswipe gave his brother an annoyed look and then fixed his optics on the Autobot leader. He opened his mouth to, Prime assumed, tell him what they had come for. What came out of the red mech's vocalizer however caught him completely off-guard.

"Did you ever know that you're my hero?" Sideswipe sang in a deep, tenor-ish voice that was just slightly off-key.

"Yeah, I think he knows," Sunstreaker muttered.

"You're everything I wish I could be!"

"If wishes were horses, dear brother."

"I could fly higher than an eagle!"

"Well you do, when you ride those jets."

"'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings!"

"You don't even have wings."

Prime was much too polite to laugh and satisfied himself with simply smiling instead. It was a simple gesture from the brothers, but one that he appreciated. He was about to speak and thank Sideswipe for his attempt at song, and Sunstreaker for his witty commentary, but before he could, another voice cut through the room – this one familiar, and very very smooth.

"Did we ever tell you you're our hero?" Jazz swept into the room, visor glinting and a huge smile on his face. "You're everything we aspire to be…! You make us fly higher than the eagles!" He snapped his fingers and the brothers flanked him, unspacing a large bouquet each of red and yellow roses. "'Cause you are the wind beneath our wings!"

The Twins stepped forward and laid the flowers down on his desk, and Prime noted the artistic care with which they were arranged and presented that could only have come from Sunstreaker. Touched, he stood up and came around his desk.

"Thank you," he said.

"No problem, boss-mech," Jazz replied. "Y'didn't think we'd forget ya on Valentines Day did ya?"

"Well…."

"He was thinking it," Sunstreaker commented, carefully avoiding the arm Prime put around Jazz's shoulders and coming to stand beside Sideswipe as the Commander's other arm went around the red mech's shoulders. He just wasn't the hugging type.

The other two didn't seem to mind however.

"Don't thank me though, Prime," Jazz added. "This was all their idea."

"Whomever's idea it was, I really do appreciate it," Prime replied. "Happy Valentines Day, Autobots."

END.