Non-slash - Sometimes you can find the nicest things in the most unlikely of places.

Exploring Sunstreaker

"Are you done yet?" he asked as Bluestreak stopped to look at yet another display window.

"Oh.. uh.. almost, just looking at these cars, I mean look at them, they're so detailed and accurate. Hey, do you think they'd have replicas of us inside? Wouldnt that be cool? You could have a mini-version of yourself to display around. It'd make a good gift for someone dont you think? What about Sideswipe?"

"He'd probably break the thing," Sunstreaker replied, idly looking around the area they were in as he waited for Bluestreak to finish oogling. That was when he spotted the lane leading off the main road to a more back-alley area where things looked alot more rustic than the pristine cleanliness of the city. "Let's have a look here."

Bluestreak looked up. "Huh? Where?" Sunstreaker was already walking. "Hey! Wait up!" He ran to catch up with the warrior.

Together they strolled through the narrow lane and stepped into a neighborhood littered with quaint little stores and shop-houses. Bluestreak's optics widened. Sunstreaker himself looked around in amazement. Everything looked as if it came out of the pages of a history book.

"Look at this place," Bluestreak said, for once short of words.

"Yeah, pretty neat," Sunstreaker replied, his own attention distracted by a large warehouse. "I'm gonna have a look in here alright, you be ok by yourself for a while?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine, there's still a lot I wanna see out here," the gunner replied.

The yellow mech headed into the warehouse, which thankfully had a high roof so he was able to stand comfortably. Inside, he soon discovered as he looked around, was a veritable treasure trove of artefacts from decades gone by. Carefully he picked up a beautiful hand-crafted windmill and looked it over, blowing gently on the sails to make them turn, and was surprised when they spun quite smoothly. Before he knew what he was doing, he headed over to the counter to pay for it. The kindly old man there looked up at him for a moment, then smiled and began wrapping the windmill up in some brown paper.

"A gift?" he asked.

"Yeah, for my brother," Sunstreaker replied, crouching down. "He's uh... not well, so I thought this would cheer him up a bit."

"Its a good choice. Are you an artist?"

"Huh? How did you know?" Sunstreaker asked, slightly bewildered.

"You have some paint on your hands." The old man turned to the shelf behind him, then held up a stunning watercolor and oil painting of a field full of brightly colored tulips with an old brown windmill in the background. He began wrapping that up as well. "On the house."

"I.. uh.. thank you," Sunstreaker replied, carefully subspacing the items and paying the man.

"You're welcome. You have a nice day now."

Once outside, Sunstreaker rejoined a rather exhausted Bluestreak and they made their way back to the main road. As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, none other than Optimus Prime himself came rumbling down the road. He slowed when he saw the two mechs.

"You two look tired," he said. "Want a lift?"

"That'd be nice," Sunstreaker said.

"Thanks Prime," Bluestreak added as Prime opened the back of his trailer for them to climb in.

"Anytime," Prime replied as he shut them in and began driving again. "What have you been doing anyway?"

Sunstreaker leaned back with a smile. "Exploring."