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Prompt: 056. Breakfast

"No."

"Come on, Ratchet! Let us in!"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because you were in here an hour ago! AN HOUR! It took me twenty slagging minutes to get your damn knee joint back into place, and I don't want to see it anytime soon!"

"Hey! I'm perfectly fine, it's Sideswipe who needs help."

"Right. And what has the red-retard done now?"

A short pause ensued while Sunstreaker shuffled his feet a little and winced in preparation for the forthcoming tirade. "He drank human vehicle fuel."

"…What?"

"Human vehicle fluid. Gas. That stuff the humans put in their cars. He drank some."

From the other side of the door, Ratchet could hear the sound of a muffled giggle, a hiccup, and Sunstreaker swearing at his brother to stop slagging flicking his audio vents.

"How much?"

"Um," Sunstreaker grabbed his brother's wrist to keep him from running off and tugged him back towards the med bay. "I don't really know. He puked some up on the way here, and he's still pretty loopy, so I'd say a lot."

Sighing, Ratchet unlocked the med bay door and opened it, ushering the twins inside. Sideswipe staggered drunkenly after his twin, giggling madly and tugging at the fins on either side of Sunstreaker's head. The yellow twin ducked half-heartedly, wincing whenever his brother managed to grab onto the sensitive attachments.

"Alright Sideswipe, up onto the bed."

Hiccupping and stumbling into his twin, Sideswipe shook his head and backed away from the medic.

"Sideswipe, I am not in the mood."

With a snicker, the red twin ducked behind Sunstreaker who grimaced and sidestepped away from him.

"Sides, come on, up on the bed for Ratchet."

"Nu-uh."

Cursing, Sunstreaker spoke quickly in a language that Ratchet had never heard, pointing towards the table and then to the medic. Sideswipe apparently disagreed with whatever his twin had said, because he backed away and twisted his face into a grimace.

Optics stormy and posture threatening, Sunstreaker stepped towards his twin menacingly while growling something incomprehensible. That seemed to get through to Sideswipe, who let himself be helped up onto the table where he slouched miserably.

Now that his patient was somewhat cooperative, Ratchet hooked up a scanner to the red twin, swearing violently at the medical jargon that appeared on the screen.

"Thank-you Sunstreaker, for letting your brother do this to himself."

"What? How is this my fault?"

"Well, Sideswipe scores a negative result on the common-sense-o-meter, making it your job to keep him out of this kind of trouble!"

"MY JOB?"

"Yes! Why the hell did you let him drink gas?"

"How was I supposed to know it'd make 'im sick?"

"Hello? Anybody home?" Ratchet rapped the yellow twin's head with his knuckles, making Sunstreaker wince and flinch away from him "BECAUSE IT'S NOT ENERGON!"

"Well, he swallowed paint thinners last week, and he seemed okay after that."

"Excuse me? Paint thinners?"

Sunstreaker's optics paled almost immediately, and he backed away from Ratchet with a sheepish grin. "Uh, pretend I didn't say anything. No harm, no foul right? It was only a little bit, and he was fine, right?"

"Out."

"But, what about-"

"OUT!"

"Ratchet, I don't wan-"

"GET OUT OF MY SLAGGING MED BAY!"

Scowling at the medic, Sunstreaker huffed and stormed out of the med bay, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sideswipe, who was sitting up on his berth and staring at the medic with wide optics, looked towards the door his brother had just disappeared through. Mouth down-turned, he looked towards the medic with a kicked-puppy look to rival Fireflight's.

"Don't give me that look."

"Sunstreaker?"

"Is staying outside if he values his life."

"Oh."

A few hours later, once the contaminated energon had been flushed out of his system and replaced with a transfusion from his brother, Sideswipe was contentedly mashing the zombies on his Gameboy. Completely unaffected by the myriad of monitors and energon cleansers attached to him, he laughed manically at his game.

"You are insane. I should have Ratchet check your head."

Resting beside his brother on a berth of his own, Sunstreaker was being kept under observation until he recovered from donating a substantial amount of his energon to his brother.

Grinning, Sideswipe tilted his head towards the CMO, who had just come out of his office.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear!"

Glaring at the red twin and stalking towards him, Ratchet looked about as pleased as Jazz in a three-hour long staff meeting. Snatching the gaming device out of Sideswipe's hands, he ignored the twins' cries of protest and proceeded to smack him in the head with the toy before sub-spacing it.

"No games in the med bay." He grumbled, adjusting all the cables Sideswipe had moved during his over-enthusiastic gaming. "I don't even know where you get those anyways."

Sideswipe snickered and fiddled with the line feeding energon into his systems. "Wheeljack pays his labrats well."

"Wheelja-, gah. I should've known." Ratchet slapped Sideswipe's hand away and shoved the line back into place. "He needs to stop letting you two test his weaponry."

"But then who would? No one else is dumb enough to do it, and you love patching us up when it explodes."

Ratchet snorted. "So Sideswipe." The medic's tone jumped from joking to threatening, and he bore down onto the warrior menacingly. "Were you ever planning on telling me about the paint thinner incident?"

The red twins' smile faded, and he looked up at Ratchet with wide, nervous optics.

"Well, um, I would've if anything bad had happened. I didn't get that sick, and well-"

"Excuse me? Exactly how sick did you get?"

Offering the medic a watery half-grin in an attempt at placation, he opened his mouth to say something before the medic pinned him with a glare. Sideswipe's teeth clicked as his jaw snapped shut, and he visibly reconsidered the confusing web of half-truths and prevarications he'd been about to spin.

"Well, I threw up a bit and I had a fever for a couple of days, but I was fine after that!"

"Fine."

"Yeah!"

"Like you were fine after you dented your shoulder plating last week, or fine like after you fell off of the west gun turret trying to tie a pirate flag onto it?"

Shaking his head emphatically, Sideswipe gave Ratchet his best innocent-wide-opticked expression. "Oh, not nearly as bad as the time with the gun turret!"

"Right. And how bad would you classify the incident with Air Raid and the tree?"

"Umm…I don't think the paint-thinner thing was as bad as that. See, with the paint-thinners I was just a little sick, but I was sore for weeks after that thing with Air Raid. One of the tree branches went straight through my shoulder joint, see, and by the time Slingshot found us and called you, it was all coated with energon and coolant and stuff. Then there was the bit of 'Raid's aileron that got jammed under my knee plating, it had some of his fluid on it, plus some of mine and-"

Sunstreaker moaned from under his blankets, which he'd pulled over his head about halfway through his brother's monologue. "For Primus' sake Sides, STOP!"

Both the medic and Sideswipe looked at the mound of quilts in confusion until Sunstreaker's tank churned audibly, and the yellow twin curled himself deeper into the blankets.

Stifling his laughter, Ratchet made his way over to Sunstreaker and patted what he assumed to be the mech's head. "I take it the nausea hasn't passed yet?"

"No." Came the muffled reply. "And it's all Sideswipe's fault."

"Hey! You didn't have to volunteer to donate your energon!"

Pulling the blankets away from his face, Sunstreaker glared at his brother. "Yes I did! I'm the only one on base with your energon type!"

"Aw, quit whining. I gave you just as much when your leg got blasted off and I was fine."

"You were not! You puked all over First Aid's feet!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"I DID NOT!"

"YOU DID TOO!"

"SHUT UP! It's 11 o'clock for Primus' sake, 11 o'clock! And you've been here twice today already!"

Neither twin spoke for a moment before Sideswipe let out a low whistle.

"New record!"