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Brotherhood.
Chapter 21.
Optimus.
The only part of this situation i don't understand is what drove him too it.
Optimus Prime sighed as he looked up at his weapon specialist; a tired grin on both of their features was enough to say that they too needed a break. Smiling slightly as Ratchet, Jazz and Prowl walked in him waited until they were seated before staring the meeting.
"Well as you all know. A few things have gone majorly downhill, not only has one of my best Mech's nearly died but i have had enough of the bullying that goes on around this base." Optimus explained.
"Before you go any further Optimus, does somebody want to tell me what is going on?" Prowl asked.
"Sunstreaker tried to commit suicide a few weeks ago; he would have succeeded if Sideswipe hadn't found him in time." Ratchet explained.
"He tried to do what." Prowl gasped. "What triggered it?"
"More like who. Every Mech knows Cliff Jumper and Sunstreaker have never got on. Sunstreaker has had enough of all the things that's been said and done. Calling a front line assassin a murderer is not something a Mech should take easily." Jazz explained.
"Of all the year's I've spent with them not once would i have pegged Sunstreaker the suicidal type?" Prowl replied.
"No one did. He has simply had enough, and frankly so have i. looking back the twin's have never had a decent break and i think it is time we gave them one, Sunstreaker especially." Optimus explained.
"How is he anyway Ratchet?" Ironhide asked.
"Better, Sideswipe is keeping an eye on him. Honestly i would have thought Sideswipe would have started something with Cliff Jumper but both have been quite peaceful." Ratchet replied.
"Maybe Cliff Jumper has realised he's gone too far." Jazz added.
"Or maybe it's because i nearly blew him too bit's." Ironhide grinned.
"Ah that would explain why he won't come out of his room." Prowl laughed.
"I still don't like how this has turned out." Optimus sighed. "Ratchet go check on Cliff Jumper. Ironhide Lennox is due back in an hour you may want to go meet him. Jazz go occupy Sideswipe, I would like a private word with Prowl."
Each Mech nodded and left the room, each going to their duties. Prowl glanced at the aged Autobot leader. Burden's lay on both their shoulder's that needed to be left behind.
"What is it Optimus." Prowl asked.
"I am worried about the affect this is going to have on both of the twins." Prime replied.
"They always find a way around it sir." Prowl smiled.
"Maybe you could talk to Sunstreaker for me, maybe be able to talk some sense him. No doubt Sideswipe has already tried; he has been seen as civil with you." Optimus asked.
"I could try, but it may not turn out very well Sunstreaker deal's with things in his own way." Prowl replied.
"Yes and we have just passed the suicide mark. Sunstreaker cannot take much more he needs to let his frustration out, we need to find out what's bothering him that much." Optimus replied.
"I'll do my best."
Prime watched the Datsun leave, sighing heavily he looked over the report's of the twins that had piled up over so many year's. Such determination, strength and bravery were not found so easily in many Mech's.
Yet here i could end up losing two of them.
Optimus grinned as sudden memories of when the twins had first arrived filled his processor; they had such a childlike manner about them. All of the Mech's on the base accepted them straight away. None of them had ever thought back then that they would be what they are now.
They had been so young, did they really deserve all this.
A knock on the door snapped Optimus out of his thoughts, calling the visitor in he smiled up at the Medic. Ratchet grinned back and stepped aside.
"Sorry to bother you Optimus but Starfire is here." Ratchet told him.
"I was wondering when she would arrive back." Optimus grinned.
If all else fail's maybe she will be able to settle him down.
Maybe.
I hope.
A/N
Okay so how'd this one go? For all of you who are wondering where Starfire has been it will be explained in the next chapter of my other story the saviour of my paintjob.
RnR.
