Jazz glanced up just in time to see the three that made up the hottest topic in the Ark go strolling by

Jazz glanced up just in time to see the three that made up the hottest topic in the Ark go strolling by. As always they were all holding hands and chatting quietly against themselves. Also, as always they claimed the table at the far wall, near a corner of the rec. room. This was the norm ever since Ratchet pulled his head out of his aft and approached the twins. And to Jazz's delight Ratchet had taken his advice and been more impulsive well 'approaching' the twins. That, no doubt, came in the form of interfacing with them, or at least that was the rumor. As it so happens Bumblebee just happened to see all three mechs leave the twin's quarters in the early morning covered with paint scratches around the same time the rumors began to spread.

It wasn't long after that that everyone in the Ark knew about the three being 'involved'. Though it wasn't the rumors that brought the latest 'couple' into Optimus Primes attention. No, Ratchet himself informed the Autobots fearless leader. The news made Prime fall right onto his hindquarters, literally. He was casually leaning on the edge of a desk when Ratchet delivered the news. The shock that followed made Optimus loose him balance and descend rather inelegantly off the desk and land neatly on his keister. Ever since then the three had been practically unseperatable.

A hand moving down Jazz's back snapped him out of him recollections and back into the realms of reality.

"What are you thinking about?" Prowls voice was soothing to Jazz's adios.

"Oh? Nothin' important, love."

"They look happy together." Prowl nodded him head in the direction of Ratchet and the twins.

"Yep, they do." Jazz hummed satisfactorily.

"You can't help but play match-maker, can you?" Prowl deadpanned.

"Hey, come on now, y'know my services are needed."

"Humm… I'd bag to differ." Prowl teased playfully.

"I bet you would, Prowler… You just don't get the romantic thing…" Jazz sighed gibingly.

Prowl leaned over Jazz and whispered softly in his adios "I can be as romantic as the next guy and I'll prove it." With that he straightened and walked out of the rec. room. Jazz didn't need to be told what to do next as he shot out of his seat and followed Prowl out of the rec. room. As he followed his lover's lead, Jazz couldn't help spare a fleeing glance at the three lovebirds in the corner of the room. There had been all sorts of rumors since the three had gotten together, and at that moment Jazz found himself thinking about the one rumor that was the foremost in his mind. The one that simply stated the three were planning to bond.

I wonder if it's true?

-Epilogue-

When everything was said and done, Ratchet laid there in between Sideswipe and Sunstreaker satisfied and fulfilled, perfectly content with just laying there in between his lovers. Then a thought hit him and he cursed underneath his breath. 'Push it to the back of your mind… Push it to the back of your mind… Don't ruin the moment with something so redundant and stupid… Primus, I have to know!"

Ratchet rolled over to face Sunstreaker, frowning deeply as he mentally kicked himself.

"Hey what's wrong, Ratchet?" Sunny asked, an odd look conquering his features.

"Can I ask you something? You heard my conversation with Wheeljack, right?"

"Ya… Why?" Sunstreaker said as he propped himself up on an elbow.

"So you know I messed with your CPU restraints?" Ratchet voiced weakly.

"Ya… Where are you going with this, Ratchet?"

"Well, I asked you a couple of questions…. One of the questions was: 'Are you yellow?' to which you answered 'No' and I wanted to know why… No, you know what, it's a stupid question, never min—"

"I'm not yellow." Sunstreaker cutoff.

Ratchet looked at him blankly. "What?"

"I'm not yellow, I'm Sun Kiss yellow, there's a difference."

End