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The first thing about Sunstreaker that you need to know is that he really does love Sideswipe. Will he ever say that? Hell no and no one expects him to. Will he ever act like he does? Eh. You'll catch him once in a while doing something nice for the other but not openly. Which is probably why the whole clingy thing is really throwing me off. Like what the fuck Ratchet? How am I supposed to distract this giant fucking mango? He's as cuddly as a cactus, he's as charming as an eel Mr. Grinch! Focus Fortis, I snapped at myself and watched our very own Mr. Grinch stiffen to the point he was almost visibly shaking.

The second thing about Sunstreaker is the well known fact he may very well be a sociopath. Or a psychopath, the jury's still out on that one. It is very possible he manages both. He's a bit of an unknown factor and it is terrifying to watch him fight mainly because said bot fights like a berserker. This has lead to some interesting results around base. Skids, or maybe it was Mudflap, accidentally scratched his paint and the friendly fire that ensued was truly awe inspiring. It took both Optimus and Ultra Magnus to pry the four- at this point it predictably went from two to four –apart from one another. Prowl was feeling vindictive that day and put the pairs across from each other in the brig for a day. Sideswipe had to physically haul his twin out of the base to cool down after they were free.

Based on these two things it is fairly understandable why I made the mistake I did. It also doesn't help that many of the Autobots have started to see me as a small 'Bot instead of a small human.

Also there's the fact that I am an absolute fucking idiot and one should not poke fun at the stressed out socio/psychopath.

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine today," wasn't one of my shining moments. Sunstreaker whipped around and attempted to squish me, luckily I am light on my feet and rolled out of the way. Ratchet at this point was up to his elbows in Sideswipe checking welds, wiring and fixing any weakening patches and was unable to do more than yell at the yellow mech. Said yellow mech attempted to grab me and I rolled backwards right off the berth. I landed on my left shoulder and rolled despite how much that hurt and threw myself backwards. I felt something shift and all the air seemed to be sucked out of my lungs. Adrenaline forced me to focus on the more immediate issue such as being crushed by a giant alien robot. While I was fucking terrified I also knew that I was an idiot and brought this on myself. Did that make me any less scared?

Hell no.

When I saw him lunge around that berth I let out an impressive shriek and threw a crude energy shield up around me before curling up into a small Emily ball. One hand hit the barrier and shocked the shit out of him and I let out a small yelp and screamed when he threw caution to the wind and simply launched his whole body at it. Ratchet was still cursing a blue streak and yelling but was unable to do anything.

"FOR PRIMUS SAKE, MOVE!" he snarled at me. Self preservation overrode logic and fear and instead of moving I charged up some energy and let out a dispersed blast throw Sunstreaker back and away from possibly frying his circuits.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" I screamed, "JUST- FUCK!"

Distantly I heard the MedBay doors whoosh open and Ironhide launched himself at Sunstreaker. Perceptor of all mechs grabbed the other side all while chattering incessantly.

"It is truly a most intriguing phenomenon! It is truly- ow, fascinating," he quickly finished as Sunstreaker elbowed him in the face.

Ratchet had managed to free himself from Sideswipe and stomped towards the yellow twin and froze before looking at me, "You should have let him squish her."

"What's wrong?" I asked from a good distance away.

"Interesting, I did not think of that," Perceptor muttered and let go.

"Ratchet! Have you lost your mind!" Ironhide strained to hold onto Sunstreaker who was leaning at about a 45 degree angle with a blank look on his face. Like really blank.

"Ratchet, his eyes-" I started.

"Optics," he corrected, "I know, I can see. If you had just let him squish you this wouldn't have been a problem."

"What!? Why!?"

Ratchet gave me a deadpan stare, "You managed to override his systems and fry them you utter idiot."

I threw my left hand up in surrender, "Well it's not like I know what I'm fucking doing most of the time anyways! Can't you just reset whatever I fucked up?"

"Ah, while I could," he got a wicked grin, "I believe in learning on the job. So figure out what you shorted and reboot it and be sure to reroute any electrical pulses to prevent turning him into a vegetable. While it wouldn't be much of a difference, I'm sure Sideswipe would appreciate it."

Perceptor had a pad out and was scribbling at an astonishing speed, ever the scientist that one.

During this time Sunstreaker attempted to plank backwards while Ironhide struggled to hold up the golden mech before promptly pitching forward.

"Would you fragging grab him Percy!" Ironhide snapped, "Ratchet! Do you have to play helpful pain in the ass now!?"

A loud CLANG rang through the MedBay as a wrench connected violently with Ironhide who let go of Sunstreaker to protect himself from a pissed off wrench wielding Ratchet. Perceptor who had one hand on Sunstreaker became responsible for his whole weight with a dismayed squeak from the smaller 'Bot, while I stomped over to try and fix my fuck up. Behind me I could hear two grown ass Cybertronians play chase around Sideswipe with a wrench.

"Ratchet!" I yelled, "I'm going to try and fix him!"

"Don't! Fuck!-CLANG- IT UP!" Came the irate voice of our lovable chief medical officer, oh be still my beating heart.

"Yeah, right. No problem," I mumbled while trying not to lose the pathetic cold eggs I had for a late lunch. Oh sure Emily. You fix the guy despite having no idea what the fuck to do.

Perceptor thankfully realised my fear of accidentally killing the yellow twin.

"It's nothing major so you will not have to open him up. Simply seek out the relays that have been damaged and gently allow your EM field to stimulate his self repair systems.

Well that flew right over my head and into the sunset.

"Uh… What?"

Perceptor vented sharply before attempting again, "Gently let your energy through his systems to find the relays you damaged. It is so simplistic even Ironhide, being as dogmatist as he is, has the inconsequential ability to repair something as simple as this."

I blinked and puzzled over what, exactly, dogmatist meant while easing myself over as close to Sunstreaker as I could without risking him crushing me. Perceptor is a genius and he can hold his own on the battlefield from what I can tell from watching a couple training sessions but he isn't the strongest. I would prefer to not be a pancake if it was all the same to everyone else.

Gently, I let my energy out slightly from being wrapped tightly around me and let it wash over the yellow 'Bot.

"Very good," Perceptor murmured above me, "What you are experiencing is known as an EM field, it is usually restrained tightly in order to prevent any misunderstanding. This is obviously a void issue with most siblings and gestalt teams as well as close friends, it is also used for different purposes in medical. In this situation you are using it as a simplified scanner to identify the problem."

I was barely able to absorb that in one go, thankfully he waved a hand for me to go ahead. From his slight frown I just knew he would be cramming all that and more into my poor head.

It was fucking hard to concentrate on one thing, there was so much going on at once it took herculean effort to get said EM field to run through Sunstreaker's systems. I finally found the issue at the base of his head, Ratchet was right, it certainly wasn't impossible to fix. I just had to give him a bit of a jumpstart to get things moving. Ratchet said to reroute the excess but I had no idea how to do that so I pulled the energy back out and fed it into my EM field. With an anticlimactic snap, Sunstreaker stood up straight and glared with volcanic fury at Perceptor who was still had one arm wrapped around his waist and the other holding his arm. Realising his precarious position of holding an active volcano, the scientist wisely retracted his arms and made a tactical retreat. Ratchet, who had finally finished denting Ironhide throughly, stormed over with truly apocalyptic fury. Rocks beats scissors, scissors beat paper, apocalyptic beats active volcano.

With a truly impressive shriek Ratchet launched himself into a tirade of epic proportions, I haven't even made him reach this level of pissed yet. As The Hatchet ranted, Perceptor made a desperate excuse and practically flew back to what remained of the science wing. Ironhide sulked quite spectacularly and acted as if someone had stolen all the joy in the world. Then again, that's pretty much how he is most of the time. Ratchet finally shut up but my relief was short lived as he pointed at me. Sunstreaker looked livid but resigned to his fate.

"It would have been unfortunate had I squished you," he snarked lamely. The medic looked 30 seconds away from backhanded the brat to the moon.

"Well thanks for not squishing me," I grinned.

My grin was not reciprocated, "Don't mention it."

"Really though," I pressed, " I honestly appreci-"

"Ever," the golden 'Bot snarled.

"This is me not mentioning it," I held my right hand up in surrender to placate the rather angry Sunstreaker, "consider it not mentioned."

Ratchet scanned him before shooing him back to Sideswipe with a viciously smack before scooping me up.

"Hold still," he murmured unsettlingly quiet, "This will hurt."

I stiffened, "Wha-"

Ratchet held up one finger which approached ominously until it was about two metres away, at that point his finger broke into dozens of cables, tools and mechanical pieces. Throughly freaked out I attempted to back up, which what seemed to be the signal for have a dozen cables. They wrapped around my left arm and back forcing an agonised yelp to slip through my teeth but was quickly forgotten when they wrenched my shoulder back into its socket. I screamed and shocked the shit out of Ratchet who simply grunted and bore it while arcs of white-blue lightning scorched the nearby wall and ceiling. After my vision returned from the whiteout it had become the only thing I was really aware of was the faint whimpering from nearby. When I attempted to breathe, which was a whole other world of pain, I realised that the whimpering was me. Strangely the only thought I could think of was, that's embarrassing.

After another minute the world finally returned. Everything stopped spinning, I could feel bolts of agony zinging from my chest down to my fingertips with every shallow breath. I was now laying down I vaguely noted while out of the corner of my eye I could see Ratchet jump at Sunstreaker.

I knew Ratchet had a temper but watching him jump onto Sunstreaker and begin to throttle him, while bashing his head into the now cracked reinforced tile was quite a sight. Ironhide was attempting to haul the pissed medic off of the front-liner while said 'Bot squeaked as Ratchet slowly dismantled him. Mirage, of all people, hauled himself off his berth and stumbled over to help. Someone must have sent out an SUFR- Save Us From Ratchet- since both Wheeljack and Arcee launched themselves through the door and onto the pile.

Finally, the combined force of the four managed to detach Ratchet from Sunstreaker's throat.

"Get your slag together!" Ironhide snarled as he pulled Ratchet towards the door, "Everyone is stable, the brat is fine, she's tougher than she looks, we have a meeting to go to."

I grit my teeth and pushed myself up with one arm, the other securely fastened to my chest, "I want to come!"

"Arcee, watch her," the prick continued completely ignoring me.

"Get your aft back on that bunk or I'll use you for spare parts!" Ratchet barked at Mirage, "Wheeljack will hold down the fort."

Wheeljack opened his mouth, mostly likely to say that Wheeljack had other things to do and would not be holding down the fort. Wheeljack was an engineer and was required to help restore the structural integrity of the base. Wheeljack would be doing that and not babysitting Ratchet's MedBay.

"Sure thing Ratch," Wheeljack wisely decided on.

Arcee shrugged, "Just keep me in the loop."

"But-"

"You will STAY on that berth or so help me!" Ratchet roared as Ironhide escorted him out the door.

I wrinkled my nose and instead stared at the now throughly dented and scraped Sunstreaker who was once again sulking near his twin. First Aid had miraculously slept through the entire debacle as had Inferno. Wheeljack vented sharply and grumbled as he helped Mirage back onto his berth. Probably worried that Ratchet would kill him if he didn't. He may be the medic's best friend but damn, if something went down Ratchet would crucify him.

"Hey," Arcee hopped up onto the berth, "How's the arm?"

"How's the back?" I countered motioning to the slight scattered burns.

"Perfectly fine, it's just soot. Ultra Magnus is an idiot. I had him."

"Who?"

She rolled her optics, "Skywarp. Which means Thundercracker is here as well."

"Oh. Yeah. He is. Prowl and I sort of had a run in with him," I said lamely, "Why would Thundercracker be here if Skywarp is?"

"Because Starscream is as well."

I gave her a blank stare, "Care to elaborate?"

She huffed an over exaggerated sigh, "They're trine mates," At my blank stare she continued, "So the three of them are what is known as Seekers. Their focus is flight, and seekers do this weird thing where they bond in groups of three. It's kind of like a sparkbond but more… Shallow. Anyways, if you see one seeker it's almost guaranteed that there will be another two. Starscream is the Air Commander for the Decepticons, Thundercracker is his lieutenant and Skywarp makes three."

I just rubbed my eyes, "Okay this is too much learning for me in one day."

She snorted, "This is nothing compared to when Perceptor gets ahold of you. Not to mention Medical training if Ratchet really is going to steal you."

I groaned and flopped down with a hiss of pain, "Can you just pick me up?"

"Why?"

"I'm cold," I deadpanned, cracking one eye to stare her down.

She hesitated for a moment before venting and gently scooping me up to her chest.

I snuggled in, wincing whenever I jarred my shoulder, "Everyone is so warm, 's nice. You all feel different as well."

"Oh?" she arched an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you feel harsher, more like Ironhide than Prowl."

She laughed, "Makes sense. His sparkmate, Chromia, trained me. They both are very trigger happy."

"Sparkmate?"

"like… soulmates? Does that make any sense? I hate English, it's so damn complicated, I prefer Russian."

I laughed off her angry grumbles before freezing, "Wait, Ironhide has a person! Like a settle down with till death do us part person?!"

"Yep. They've been bonded longer than I've been online," she shrugged.

"What the fuck," I muttered, "That just seems weird. He's so…"

Arcee snorted, "Trust me, she's worse."

Unable to even think about that I muttered unintelligibly and left it alone.

"So you're a femme."

"Yes, that's what my frame is. We don't see gender as black and white as you do."

"Uh, okay? So what would you call a male?"

Arcee's optics dimmed as she puzzled over translating what she meant from Cybertronian into English, "The closest I could think of would be mech. Both femme and mech aren't ideal but they will do."

"Huh," I contemplated, "That's really cool."

"Now, you are going to hush so I can listen to what's going on," she shushed me as her optics dimmed once again as her concentration was directed internally.

I rolled my eyes and settled down and simply ran a ball of energy around my right hand just above the skin while Arcee listened in on the meeting.