Disclaimer: In no way do I own Transformers or anything affiliated. I do not gain any money from these in any way.

Author: VectorSigma3441

Rating: T

Warnings: Human swearing, mild violence, and bots insulting each other with foul language.

Edit: Fixed dividers and un-needed language.

Dancing

Sunstreaker ducked for cover behind a pile of rocks just as a well meaning missile sizzled past where he had just been. He was glad the Decepticons knew how to throw a surprise party at least. It really had been a surprise and not a pleasant one. Sunstreaker and Hound were just on patrol driving through a bottom of a rock canyon and apparently one of the Decepticons from up above thought it would be terribly funny to send a rock-slide down to greet Sunstreaker's freshly painted chassis. The yellow warrior was pissed beyond belief. Sunstreaker was so mad that he forgot to even check to see if Hound was still alive and buried or dead and buried beneath all the rubble. The yellow twin had been lucky to only get hit with the edge of the tumbling rock.

"Hound?" he yelled while firing on a seeker, Starscream. The Decepticon SIC really needed a different color scheme in Sunstreaker's opinion, and he was happy to be the one to add some black to that red, white and blue paint scheme.

"Femph!" a noise came from the rock-pile to his right.

Sunstreaker traded laser fire with Thundercracker. What were these glitches doing out here anyways? He asked himself. He looked over to the pile of rocks when some of them started shifting a little.

"Wait under those Hound. At least that way you won't get hit when you poke your little green aft out of there." he growled. Stupid seekers. They never played fair. He was cornered now in this little canyon with three seekers shooting a barrage of laser fire at him. He vehemently wished that he had Sideswipe's jetpack.

"Sunstreaker requesting backup." Sunstreaker commed to base.

"Acknowledged, what's the situation Sunstreaker?" Prowl commed back, stoic as ever. For some reason this set Sunstreaker over the edge.

"Oh I don't know," he commed back, "I just love dancing with a trio of glitches with bad paint jobs!" he screamed the last part.

"Hold on, we're sending Superion to back you up. Hang tight until then." Prowl snapped back.

"I sometimes wonder why I didn't take that art job when I had the chance back in Iacon." Sunstreaker fired at Skywarp, who decided now would be a good time to practice his name. The seeker was hit by laser fire on the edge of his wing tip, and he disappeared just as quickly as he came.

"Good riddance." Sunstreaker muttered and then crouched down when a particularly big missile hissed by him, he could feel the hot air rushing over his sensors. "Slag!" he screamed, rising up and shaking his fists at the seekers.

"Scrap pile! Get down here so I can kick your aft so hard that even Unicorn wouldn't eat it!" he yelled up at them.

"What?!" Starscream shrilled. "Your mother was a glitch-whore!" he yelled back down to Sunstreaker.

"Oh good one! You're Megatron's little annoying glitch-whore! You're just a shrilly, whiny slgger!" Sunstreaker secretly congratulated himself on that one. Starscream fired above the Lamborghini on purpose so another pile of rocks came tumbling down. Sunstreaker dove out of the way but managed to get his right leg trapped under a large boulder. He moaned at the sight of his completely ruined paint job. Apparently the seeker heard him.

"I'm whiny?! I feel bad for your poor whore of a brother!" he laughed wickedly. Sunstreaker tried to heave the boulder off, but it didn't budge an inch.

"Well, I can't deny that. Sideswipe is kind of a slutbot." he grunted to himself, still trying to get the rock to budge.

"What the fuck are you doing here anyways? You guys out for a threesome while Megatron's not watching?" Sunstreaker taunted. "Go fuck somewhere else that isn't so close to the Ark!" he added as an afterthought.

"You shut the slag up dumb-aft!" Skywarp seethed, glaring bullets from where he could barely see the top of Sunstreaker's head over the boulder. He raised his gun up and fired a few more times at him and around him for good measure.

"Oh some I'm right, then?" Sunstreaker laughed and then cat-called up at them. He hissed in pain when the boulder rolled forward more onto his leg.

"No!" Thundercracker finally spoke up.

Sunstreaker looked up when he saw a shadow on the canyon floor. Superion was there, flying around in all his gestalt glory. Sunstreaker briefly considered sending a proton missile up his aft to see how much he liked it, but decided not to. That would only result in one of Prime's boring 'blah blah, loyalty to your fellow Autobots, what-would-your-poor-creators-say-if-they-saw-you-now speeches.'

The gestalt made quick work of the three losers, all he did was punch the ground that the seekers had been standing on and they flew away. Sunstreaker should have realized it, but he was just happy that he could finally get somebody to get this stupid rock off of him.

"Oh fuck no." he groaned when the pile of rocks from where Superion had punched poured down the cliffside right onto him.

Several hours later after being immersed in the darkness from all the rubble, light finally shined directly on his optics. His eyes adjusted and he found himself staring into the light colored face of Huffer. His day couldn't get any worse than this. He could tell the minibot was trying his best to hold back a giggle. Sunstreaker wriggled his arm free and quickly reached up and snatched the minibot's neck and began to shake him violently.

"I'm going to kill you, you stupid little slagger!" he roared. Huffer struggled to get free, arms flailing, strangled noises coming out of his vocalizer. Prime and a couple more Autobots drove onto the scene then, including Sideswipe. The red twin transformed and encouraged his twin. "Kill him! Nobody wants him anyways! We could sell him on the black market!"

Optimus Prime slapped Sideswipe on the back of the head and then walked over to pry the minibot from Sunstreaker's fingers.

Jazz laughed quietly from beside Prowl. The tactician shot the saboteur a venomous look.

"What?" Jazz asked innocently. "It's funny."

"Yes, it's going to be terribly funny when I make you dig Sunstreaker out and then spend two weeks in the brig with him too." Prowl replied mildly. Jazz immediately sobered.

"It wasn't that funny." he reasoned.

"I'm glad you think so." Prowl's tone hinted sarcasm. Sideswipe heard this and turned on the spot to Prowl, hand held out in an inviting shake. "Prowl told a joke!" he cooed.

"I'm sure your brother wouldn't mind having you for company." Prowl completely disregarded the red twins hand.

"What brother?" Sideswipe didn't miss a beat.

After another hour Sunstreaker was pulled out of the wreckage. Leg crushed, paint job ruined, with a happy smile on his face.

"Choking that minibot made it all worthwhile." he shrugged at Prowl.

The SIC laughed. "I'll be sure to make it worthwhile for you too." he said pleasantly.

"Wait a second. Wasn't Hound on patrol with you too?" Sideswipe asked.

"Oh shit." Sunstreaker said, and then he stopped. "Well, I'm not his babysitter. He could have gotten himself out by now." he snapped defensively, arms crossed over his battered chassis.

"Sunstreaker!" Prime snapped, "Help dig him out! He's your comrade."

"I really don't like him that much." Sunstreaker said plainly.

"Sunstreaker!"

"Alright! I'll do it your majesty!" he snapped, and then went over and started helping the rest of the minibots move the rocks.

It was dust by the time they got Hound completely uncovered and checked over by Ratchet.

"I'm never patrolling with that lunatic again." Hound said firmly to Prime.