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It had been nearly a week since he had seen the inside of the ARK and he wasn't a happy camper. Surrounded by stacks of empty energon cubes and strapped to the back of the cave, only getting let out of your chains to be molested by your mate, who then wanders off to 'Groom' himself will do that to you.

Sunstreaker, resident temperamental melee warrior of the Autobots, scowled as Sideswipe sat on his aft and laughed at him from the entrance to the cave accompanied by a curious looking Smokescreen who shrugged and wandered off, the red and ebony mech pointing at him as his vents heaved with the exertion of the hilarity. "Keep laughing Sides." The gold mech snarled in warning, his servos flexing into fists in their bindings, faceplate scrunched up in a furious scowl. "Just get me out of here before Bluestreak gets back from having a Sand Bath, he was complaining about the old sensors in his doorwings when he left."

Sideswipe grinned at him almost skipping to his brother, "So you aren't the Carrier then?"

"Do I look like I'm carrying to you?" the gold mech hissed as Sideswipe freed a leg, "Hurry up! He'll come back soon!"

"Say what you will about Blue, Sunshine." Sideswipe grunted as his brother managed to kick him in the shin in revenge for calling him by his detested nickname, "the sly little fragger can tie knots."

===Bluestreak===

It felt so good to get all those old sensors off, the fine grains of sand that he currently scratched and rubbed against peeling the fine metal skin from the microscopic bumps that dotted a Praxian's wings to reveal the new healthy, more receptive sensors growing beneath.

Fluttering and thumping his wings against the fine sand he was rolling around in; Bluestreak kicked up a small dust cloud as he rubbed at the dune, resting flat on his back and wiggling in place to finally be rid of the itching sensation that had been developing for nearly a decacycle.

He was alerted to another's presence by the heavy thump of another frame hitting the sand a little away from him. Flailing like an upturned turtle for a click, he finally rolled up into a sitting position, his doorwings draining a waterfall of fine sand from his joints to find Smokescreen already scrubbing away at the ground with his back, thumping his wings and flaring them up and down in the dune.

Giggling at his brother Bluestreak flapped his own Doorwings, scattering the remaining sand that stuck to his joints and panels around him like pixie dust. "Hi Smokey!" he called.

All he received in reply was a low growl that made the grey gunner flare out his doorwings in surprise. "Huh, I never thought you'd carry." The youngest of the Praxian trio shrugged before rising to his pedes, shaking the sand that had gotten under his plating from his person by shaking himself like a wet dog would get rid of water. Smiling at his middle brother still scratching and rolling around in the dust Bluestreak wandered off in search of his own carrying mate, who he had tied in one place to keep him from running off again.

===Sunstreaker===

The world had a very weird cosy, hot feel to it as Sideswipe led him towards the medbay, the orange corridors of the ARK bright and slightly painful to his optical sensors. Listening with a dull rumble to his brother's babbling on how good it was to be free of Smokey for a few breems, he was taken by surprise when a red servo attached to a grey and white arm grabbed one of his helm fins and tugged him violently into the brightly lit Medbay despite his brother's protests.

The gold twin let out a squawk of bewilderment when the furious Ratchet's optics locked with his as the medic forced him onto a medical berth his scanner in servo, the CMO ranting at the loudest decibel possible as the scanner ran a high powered beam over him that made the golden mech chuckle.

"Sunny." Sideswipe's voice broke through the warm fuzzy fog of his processor, "Stop making that purring noise, it's freaky."

"My sparkling likes it." Sunstreaker replied with a dazed grin at his carrying protocols finally made it to his processor after having to fight through most of his combat programming, something other than his spark in his chest plates gave a twinge of excitement and love as his brother's teasing grin faded into a look that would have been horror if he hadn't suddenly been shoved out of the way by a furious looking Bluestreak, the grey gunner trailed by a purring Smokescreen that promptly began to snuggle his downed brother sprawled on the floor. "Hey Blue, you look pretty."

===Five Breems Later= Emergency Command Meeting===

"Well, besides Skyfire getting it wrong about Bluestreak being the one carrying, everything is proceeding normally." Prowl reported to the table, his lap filled by a purring Jazz, "Smokescreen is currently hiding out in the Twin's quarters while Bluestreak is making a 'Nest' for Sunstreaker in his own quarters."

"What about Skyfire and Starscream?" Red Alert asked wearily, his plating rattling with the recent stress of mating bots; even Inferno was starting to act suspicious in his optics. "Doesn't Megatron want his SIC back yet?"

"Skyfire and Starscream went flying this morning." Prowl reported as Jazz subspaced the last half of Mirage's oil cake he had stolen and gorged himself on it with an ecstatic purr from the tactical officer's lap. "They haven't returned yet."

"And I got a postcard from Megatron today." Optimus said sliding the Transformer sized postcard onto the table, the picture depicting the warlord sitting on a sun lounger with a cube of High Grade in his servo saluting the camera with Soundwave and his Cassettes having a water battle with the other Decepticons as Skywarp and Thundercracker snuggled under a palm tree, a suspicious looking shiny object in the blue and black jet's servo, the writing scrawled in the border stating that the Decepticons were vacationing in Hawaii. "He says we can, and I quote from the card, 'keep the traitorous slagger until the shuttle gets bored of him, Wishing You're Not Here, Megatron'."


A/N: Next Time: Starscream and Skyfire.