Another chapter... It would have been up sooner, but I've been moving for the past two weeks... I'm really tired! And to people who I promised to actually do a story for them, hold on!

blood shifter: I know, but Sunny really couldn't. Sides was dirty and we all know how Sunny feels about dirt... he doesn't like it.

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AutobotStarlight: I'm tired... I can't even tell you how tired I am... But yes, I feel sorry for Sunny's paint job. Oh well, he can deal.

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Story Nine: I have to cope

"Out, out, get out! I don't need you hovering around!" Ratchet shoved Sideswipe unceremoniously out of the med bay. He quickly turned back around and attempted to plead his way into staying, even though he knew it wouldn't work.

"Come on Ratchet! Let me stay a little longer!"

"You've been in here for 3 cycles!" Ratchet sighed watching Sideswipe's face fall, "Sunstreaker will be out by tonight. Just try and distract yourself til then... and no pranks." The doors closed with a snap, leaving Sideswipe in the dark hallway. Sighing he turned towards the rec room. He chose a seat near the back, staring at his untouched energon cube.

"Hey Sides! ...What's wrong man?" Sideswipe looked up to find Jazz standing over him.

"It's nothing."

"...He'll make it threw," Jazz flopped down slinging a comforting arm around Sideswipe, "It's not bad."

"I know... but I can't stop thinking about it. And going into recharge is going to suck without Sunny there." Sideswipe felt Jazz stand up, almost relieved he was leaving. Jazz was nice, but he didn't really want to talk. He was taken by surprise when Jazz pulled him up.

"Come on, ya need something to help ya cope."

"B-but..."

"Come on!"

Jazz practically dragged Sideswipe out and towards his room. Shoved onto Jazz's berth, Sideswipe was in amazement as Jazz tore threw his containment unit. A few clicks passed when Jazz let out a cry of 'discovery', he turned a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Wha-" Sideswipe was bombarded with at least 20 disks.

"Seeing as your problem is you can't stand the silence, the best thing to do is fill it. And the best thing to fill it with is music."

"But... I can't take these-"

"Take 'em! I have plenty more. And you need them more than I do."

"...Thanks Jazz."

...

"Slaggin' medic." Sunstreaker mumbled as he left the med bay.

He rushed a bit as he headed towards their room, knowing Sideswipe was unable to fall into recharge. Sunstreaker stopped short when he heard a soft steady beat pulsing threw the floor. He was surprised, upon entering their room, to find it covered with a multitude of disks.

He found Sideswipe deep in recharge, curled around an old sketch book of Sunstreaker's. The music was turned down, the floor losing it's pulse. Sunstreaker merely looked down at the red twin, who curled in tighter, and gently nudged him awake.

"Hey... you're in my bunk."

"Wha... oh, sorry." Sideswipe began to leave when Sunstreaker pulled him back down.

"I didn't tell you to leave." Sideswipe weakly smiled and laid against Sunstreaker's chest plate. "Where did you get all of this?"

"Jazz."

"...Why?"

"To cope... you have art, I have music."