Love is Dead

Sideswipe/OC

Chapter Thirteen

Wild in the Streets

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Sometimes this town ain't pretty
But you know it ain't so bad
Just like a girl who looks so happy
When inside she's so sad
In here we got this code of honor
Nobody's going down
You don't walk in vain
Through the kid's parade
'Cause this is my hometown

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Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were in an astonishingly good mood. Unknown to Alaina, the twins had finished their plans for Alaina's surprise party, with the help of a certain silver saboteur of course. The Lamborghini twins had told the other bots as soon as they had finalized their plans. To their shock, everybot, even Ironhide, was all for it. They had even managed to get Optimus Prime to agree to help them plan out how exactly they were going to manage the party – without Alaina finding out. Unfortunately for them, though, they didn't pay enough attention to their own actions.

Alaina had gotten suspicious of them. Both of them. Usually, the two would be at her side as often as possible, either helping her get used to her new status as an Autobot, or just enjoying each other's company. But, that had changed; and it had changed extremely abruptly.

Whenever the newly turned femme had tried to spend time with her bonded, either one of them, they had changed the subject or made up an excuse to leave her alone. And it worried her. A lot. One day, she managed to corner the two of them in their room as they were trying to leave.

"Okay you two, what's up?" she asked abruptly. The twins exchanged look of shock and worry.

"What do you mean?" they asked as one.

"I mean, why have you two been avoiding me?" Alaina looked to the ground and her optics dimmed to a dark blue hue. She immediately felt a dampening in the bond she shared with them, and her spark ached terribly in response.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Alaina," Sunstreaker said, cocking his hip out in a very feminine fashion. Sideswipe smirked at his brother's posture and crossed his servos across his chassis.

"Yeah, nothing's wrong with us," the red mech stated, rolling his optics. Why would she have reason to think anything was wrong, after all? All they were doing was planning a surprise party. She didn't see it that way, of course.

As she was about to reply to their negative comments, the twins quickly brushed past her. The last thing that they needed was for her to figure out what they were planning. Furious, Alaina could do nothing but stare at their retreating backs. She was stumped. If they said nothing was wrong, then why were they acting like something was? Why would they have reason to lie to her?

She then decided to head to the gym the Autobots had constructed for training purposes. There was nothing like beating the shit out of a punching bag to relieve yourself of your problems. And that was what she had planned on doing.

As she stormed into the training room, she glanced around briefly. The only other bot in there was Ironhide, and he was at the shooting range, firing away. Praying that he didn't see her – or if he did, to not approach her - Alaina stood in front of the bot-sized punching bag stoically. Raising herself up on her toes, she raised her fists in front of her and started hitting the bag repeatedly.

Why on earth would the twins be ignoring her, she wondered as she swung a fist back and ruthlessly brought it back to the bag, sending it creaking ominously on its chain. Were they ashamed of her, now that she had changed forms? But they had acted as if they liked her in this form – even better than when she had been human-sized. She understood that the two of them were, in fact, her sparkmates, and as such would never even think about rejecting her, but she couldn't help but wonder…

Ironhide startled her by placing a hand on her shoulder, making her swing around in shock. When she realized who exactly it was that had interrupted her beating of the bag, she relaxed her stance. "What do you want?" she asked him. He raised his optic ridge at her tone.

"Don't get testy with me, femme," he growled out. "Now, what's been bothering your processor?" he questioned. She sighed and her frame slumped dejectedly.

"It's just…the twins have been avoiding me…" she admitted sheepishly. "And I don't know why. They just won't tell me! And every time I try and talk with them, they make up some lame excuse to leave the room I'm in!" She lowered her optics to the ground. "I just don't want them to start regretting their decision to be with me…"

The weapons specialist stood before her in silence, contemplating her words. Silently, he placed a large hand on her helm. "You have nothing to worry about, youngling," he said, surprisingly soft. She looked up at him with wide optics.

"Why not?"

"Because, those two love you more than you can imagine," he told her gruffly. He wasn't used to speaking about matters of the spark. Ever. "If you're so worried about it, then go into the main hangar. That's where they are at the moment," he told her.

Alaina was slightly shocked that she had just had a spark – to – spark with Ironhide of all mechs. She didn't even think that the weapons specialist had had it in him. She couldn't deny the fact that she was glad, though. He had helped her more than she ever thought he could.

Stretching out her tense cables, she exhaled and slowly started walking towards the main hangar. As she wandered through the halls, she absently noticed the absence of any other bots, and most humans, in the halls. The corridors were usually flooded with life of all sorts, and yet they were completely empty. Shrugging it off, she turned the corner to go into the hangar only to stop in her tracks.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, Alaina!"

The hangar had been transformed. Streamers hung from the ceilings and balloons were floating around in all the corners. A large table filled with snacks for the humans had been erected as well as an Energon dispenser for the Transformers. They had even made a large banner with the words 'Happy Birthday Alaina' written across them elegantly.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came up to her with large grins on their faces. Each slung an arm around her shoulders, sandwiching her in between them. They led her over to the other bots, who congratulated her with smiles.

"So…is this why you've been avoiding me?" she asked them, a smile creeping up on her.

"Yeah," they nodded. "We were worried that if we talked to you for too long, we'd let something slip," Sides admitted. She felt their love seep through the bond, and it warmed her spark.

"I love it, you guys," she told them, giving each a kiss on the cheek.

Everything was going good, and everyone was happy – until the alarm sounded throughout the building.

"DECEPTICONS!" Ironhide shouted, making everyone – human and Cybertronian alike – jump into action. The bots transformed into their alt modes quickly, speeding out of the hangar and out of the base. Coordinates to the location where the Decepticon activity was appeared on everyone's optics, letting them know where to go.

"Alaina, I want you to activate your holo-form and help evacuate all humans. Please, don't join the fight unless absolutely necessary," Optimus Prime told her through a comm. link.

Reluctantly, she agreed. She knew that she would be better off helping the humans than fighting anyways. As they neared the city, her holo-form activated, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles. It was time to kick some Decepticon aft.

A/N: It's kinda short, but I wanted to get a chapter out tonight. I hope you guys like it! From here on out, it'll be pretty action (and Decpticon) filled.

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