Sunshine and Daisies

AN: Not the best of titles, but on a happier note, I FOUND my missing title pages!

Special huge THANK YOU to: Blitz-Krazi-1, Rio Voltaire, young, and RatchetRocks for the reviews and PMs. Its GREATLY appreciated and fuels my muse. I get tickled, the muse gets talkative, and a new chapter is quickly born. So I owe a MASSIVE Lamborghini drool-fest to all of you. My muse is tickled, I'm actually writing again, and the world is a happy place filled with racing engines and perfect paint.

THANK YOU! *Hugs*n*love*n*pictures*of*Lamborhini*naughty*bits* to you!

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"You need a new nickname," Sideswipe said, giving his twin a calculating look.

"I wasn't aware I consented to the old one," he growled, turning icy optics to his brother. "The one you insist on calling me is bad enough. Don't add nails to your coffin."

Sideswipe ignored his brother and performed a slow circuit around the room, taking in every angle of his brother's features and formulating possible names.

"Daffodil of Doom just seems cheesy," he muttered, squinting a little and ignoring Sunstreaker's murderous glare. "Savage Sunflower? Naw, it still sounds too…."

"Flowery?" Sunstreaker added, lowering his paintbrush before he snapped it in his grip.

"No, that's not it," Sideswipe said, tilting his head a little to the right. His face scrunched up in thought as he considered for a moment. "The Yellow Rose of Iacon?"

"Now you're being flowery and cheesy," Sunstreaker spat, pulling a rag off the artist cart and wiping his hands. "What's with the botanical nicknames?"

"Just experimenting," Sideswipe shrugged, now resuming his scrutiny of his brother's frame. "Demonic Dandelion?"

An evil look graced Sunstreaker's face, making Sideswipe grin. "You need something different. 'Sunny' is too boring."

"So isn't 'Sides'," Sunstreaker shot back, rubbing his hands together with more force than necessary to remove the excess paint. He hated when his brother was in one of these moods. It usually meant he had to put down what he was doing and entertain his lesser half.

"Let's see, Lethal Lemon just seems…."

"Idiotic?" Sunstreaker supplied, feeling a genuine aggravation coming from his twin. Apparently Sideswipe was sincere in his efforts in finding his brother a new nickname. Perhaps all the time they had fought over the moniker 'Sunny', made the ruby Lamborghini reconsider his brother's adamant rebukes.

"Xanthic xeno is a mouthful but a hell of a total on a Scrabble board," Sideswipe continued, oblivious to his brothers increasing frustration at being interrupted during his latest art project. "The Orpiment Ogre sounds like something from a Disney movie and doesn't really strike fear in the heart of anyone."

"And 'Sunny' causes terror?" Sunstreaker arched a brow ridge, enjoying his brother's distress with finding a suitable nickname.

"The Massicot Masochist?" Sideswipe goaded, not liking the triumphant feeling he was sensing from his twin. He was hoping to find something extra devious to rile his brother in moments of waning attention. "I got it!"

"Insanity?" Sunstreaker quipped. "I figured you would succumb, course I didn't think it would take this long."

"No, not that," Sideswipe frowned. "My Citreous Creature!"

"Enough of the animation failures!" Sunstreaker snapped, now getting genuinely irritated with the colorful turns his brother was taking at his expense.

"Lethal Lamborghini?" Sideswipe said, then shook his head.

"You truly are the embodiment of idiocy," Sunstreaker supplied.

Sideswipe chose to ignore the comment and walked up to Sunstreaker, parking himself in his brother's personal space. The action garnered the desired response and Sideswipe grinned, knowing he had irked his brother into a malicious grimace that didn't fit with his perfect countenance.

"Do you want to die?" Sunstreaker asked, taking a step back and riling when his brother mirrored his action.

Sideswipe wasn't deterred by his brother's retreat. If anything, the action was bringing out the sadistic amusement he felt when he knew he was pushing all the right buttons to get a rise out of the citrine Lamborghini. Sunstreaker recognized his brother's intent and started to back away from his easel. Every once in awhile, when there wasn't any Decepticon activity and pranks were a bit slow due to victims being vigilant and suspicious, there was only one way to dispel the excess energy.

A wrestling match of epic proportion. It was all in good fun and a great way to hone skills and practice maneuvers that weren't ready for the battle field, but sometimes, when energy was running high and tensions reaching their peak, the friendly wrestling matches turned into vicious fights that usually ended up with both twins in the medical ward.

Then it was every mech for himself when Ratchet stormed in to practice his usual bedside manner.

Sideswipe gently pushed the artist cart out of the way, his optics skimming over the mixed paints. He returned his attention back to his retreating brother and grinned. "How about my Caladium Canary?"

"I'll peck your optics out," Sunstreaker promised in a low voice.

"You're right," Sideswipe said, as if the two were merely comparing paint samples. "Not showy enough." He tapped his finger on his chin, deep in thought. "How about my Frightful Finch?"

"Aft."

"Love you too, Solar Flare."

"At least it's not a flower or bird," Sunstreaker sighed, before a blur of red launched itself at him and he had to defend himself.

An hour later both twins lay exhausted on the floor of their shared room. Both bore the marks of a rather violent discussion, especially Sideswipe, who displayed twice the dents, dings, and scraped abrasions caused by a pissed off artist. Their fans whirled on high, their repair systems engaging to stem the trickles of energon dripping on the floor from punctured hoses. Sideswipe winced when he moved his shoulder, feeling the ruptured line tear itself a little wider, the impressions a perfect match to Sunstreaker's denta.

"Russet Rogue sounds like something out of a book," Sideswipe muttered to the room at large.

A low growl emanated from somewhere near his right, but he ignored it.

"Flavine sounds flowery again, and we want to avoid that," Sideswipe continued, feeling an evil thrum in his spark that was not his own. The fight had done nothing to assuage Sunstreaker's mood. If anything, he was feeling even more violent. Sideswipe was just added fuel to the fire, and it was close to erupting.

"Ambergris Armada?" Sideswipe continued, his brow etched in thought.

"Do I look like an Armada?" Sunstreaker snapped, dragging his battered body closer to his irritable twin.

"Dear brother, I've seen you fight," Sideswipe said, rolling his head toward his twin and watching as the other Lamborghini fought his injuries.

Sunstreaker remained quiet, knowing his brother had a point. He may be one, but he was a multi-tasking, weapons flashing, armor piercing demon that made one rethink engaging such a combatant.

"How about, Nuclear Nova?" Sideswipe asked, optics glinting at the perfect nickname. "It's fitting. You go nuclear on people and you're as strong as a nova. Perfect!"

Just as he turned to give his twin a triumphant look, his optics widened as the dawn came crashing down. Sunstreaker had come within range of his idiotic twin. A comet-like golden fist collided with Sideswipe's face, sending him reeling into the darkness of oblivion.

"Lights out!" Sunstreaker snapped, falling back to the floor with a whine in his gears. He emitted a growl in silence, weighing the options of opening up a comm. to Ratchet, who no doubt wasn't in the mood for more twin related idiocy. Sighing, Sunstreaker felt a burning sensation along his side and knew the damage couldn't wait. He opened a comm. and explained to Ratchet he was the victim of another one of Sideswipe's ill-fated attempts at blowing off steam and was in desperate need of some medical attention. After a rather lengthy, verbal bashing from the medic, he assured the citrine Lamborghini that he was on his way, and he better expect more 'treatment'. Sunstreaker sighed and switched off his comms, knowing Ratchet could on for hours. And when he got there, he undoubtedly would demonstrate his verbal and physical arsenal. Sunstreaker glanced to his twin, who was now sleeping peacefully, his olfactory sensor a bit askew but otherwise looking quite tranquil and relaxed. Sunstreaker snorted, shaking his head and looked to the ceiling, hearing Ratchet's voice echoing down the hall before the medic had even gained their door.

"Nuclear Nova indeed," Sunstreaker grinned, before unconsciousness claimed him.

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Wow… another 'short one'. What's wrong with me? I'm reluctant to do these type of chapters, but apparently they have their own agenda.

Anyhoo, reviews would be loved and even a critique would be welcomed, as long as its constructive and not just bitching.

And any thing in particular you the readers would want to see? Keep in mind, I don't do slash and I'm not much of a smut writer. I giggle too much as I write. Kinda ruins the mood. But, I'd give it a try, if anyone would be interested. It all depends on you, the readers.

PJ