A/N: HELLO MY FRIENDS! Here is another Chapter for your enjoyment. As stated in the last Chapter, these next couple of ones will feature one girl and her future Guardian. So, spoilers. SORRY-NOTSORRY! So, this Chapter focuses on Raven and...(pause for dramatic effect)...everyone's favorite High-Functioning Sociopathic Sunflower, SUNSTREAKER! Yay.
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Raven stands at the curb of the art store, waiting for Ultra Magnus. There were some things she'd wanted to get, so he'd dropped her off before taking the others to the base. Adjusting the grip of her satchel, the bag weighed down by some new art supplies, she pulls out her phone. Magnus should've been here by now –she'd just give him a quick call and check in with where he was. Suddenly, the sound of an engine makes her look up, blinking in surprise at the sight of a certain golden-yellow Lamborghini. Sunstreaker rolls to a stop next to Raven, engine idling.
"Hey, what're you-"
"Ultra Magnus is busy. Get in."
Raven stands in front of the golden-colored Lamborghini, her satchel hanging off of her shoulder.
"You know, I can wait for Magnus. You don't have to-"
The headlights flash.
"Just get in before I change my mind."
The black-haired teen shrugs, getting into the passenger side.
"Don't touch anything."
Raven blinks at the sound of Sunstreaker's voice echoing all around her. That was...kinda weird. Usually the bot's voice only came from the dash. At least, that's how it is with Ultra Magnus.
"Don't worry –I won't. I know you're particular about people touching your…well, anything."
Sunstreaker says nothing, pulling away from the curb.
The two are quiet, the atmosphere somewhat tense. Sunstreaker didn't know what possessed him to let Raven hitch a ride when he saw the human standing at the curb, waiting for the Commander. I mean, he didn't even like humans for Primus' sake!
'But, Raven seems to be the exception to that, isn't she? A fellow artist who needed help? Admit it, you're starting to get a soft spot for her.'
Sunstreaker's brought out of his thoughts by Raven shifting position, carefully placing her satchel down at her feet. She brushes her hair back, Sunstreaker's sensors immediately zoning in on the small device attached to the girl's ear.
"What is that?"
Brown eyes widening the slightest, Raven moves her hair back, covering the device.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"The device attached to your audio. What is it?" Sunstreaker says, the words almost being growled.
The pale-skinned girl sighs, brushing her hair back once more, the device glinting slightly as it comes into full view. It was small, wrapping around her ear and a small bit going inside.
"It's called a hearing aid. I'm hard-of-hearing on my left side, and this helps amplify the sounds I wouldn't be able to hear otherwise."
She lowers her head, staring at her hands curled up in her lap.
"The only ones who know are Aunt Lucy, Magnus, and the other girls. No one else knows. I…I don't want them to treat me any different. I'm not some fragile piece of glass, but I know that they'd treat me like one anyways."
Sunstreaker is quiet, mulling over this information. He didn't talk much, everyone knew that. But it was usually because he didn't know what to say. Mushy stuff didn't come naturally to him. That's why he had Sideswipe normally do this stuff. But his brother was on patrol so he couldn't even contact him via their bond, lest they bring down the wrath of Prowl for being distracted.
"You…You're not the only one who has issues, you know." Sunstreaker says, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
Raven looks up.
"W-What?"
Sunstreaker grunts.
"Has anyone told you about Kaon?"
The black-haired girl tilts her head, chocolate eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.
"Isn't that one of the cities back on Cybertron?"
"Yes. We –that is, Sideswipe and I- were gladiators in the Pits of Kaon, a large arena where Mechs were forced to fight for the entertainment of others. We have messed-up coding that causes us to lash out at those around us. Teammates have always feared us."
Raven's eyes widen as Sunstreaker continues, surprised that the golden Mech actually actually trusting her with this. "We're warriors. Fighting is all we've ever known. Mechs are afraid of us, and they tend to be cautious around us, especially me since I got the worst of the coding. Until they get to know us. I'm sure if the others knew about your hearing…thingy, then they would be fine with it."
He slows, coming to a stop at the traffic light.
"Autobots are weird like that."
He'd hoped that Raven hadn't heard the mumbled statement, but judging by the smile forming on her face, she had.
The light turns green, and the warrior starts driving again. He soon makes it to where Sideswipe was patrolling, a flash of red appearing. Sideswipe sidles up to his brother, gently nudging him.
:Hey, bro. You know you have a human, right?:
Sunstreaker grumbles as Raven waves out the window.
"Hey, Sideswipe."
:Hiya, Raven. Hey, Sunny, I just finished patrol. Wanna race back to base?:
The Lamborghini growls.
:No. And my name is Sunstreaker.:
:Yeah, whatever. C'mon, bro. I wanna race!:
:Then go find some cops.:
There's no answering remark. Then, Sunstreaker feels mischief over the bond.
"Um…Sunstreaker? What's he doing?"
Sideswipe gets right next to his brother and braces himself.
:Sideswipe. Don't. You. Dare.:
:Since when have I not given in to the temptation?:
With a few flicks of certain latches, his door flies open.
Right into Sunstreaker's side, leaving a large and thick scratch.
Raven's gasps, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Though there were only a few select times she spent time with the volatile Mech, she knew Sunstreaker was extremely sensitive about his paintjob.
Sunstreaker's interior heats up, his engine roaring in fury.
"SIDESWIPE!"
Sideswipe cackles, shooting off ahead.
"Catch me if you can, Sunny!"
Sunstreaker tightens the seatbelt around Raven, before pressing down on the gas. His engine roars as he blasts forward, partially aware of his passenger gripping her seatbelt for dear life as the G-Forces push her into the passenger seat. Soon, she's grinning, her chocolate-brown eyes sparkling in excitement.
"Sunny! Turn up here! This road connects a few blocks up!"
Quickly understanding what she meant –and not even noticing she'd said that dreaded nickname- Sunstreaker slams on the brakes, drifting onto the road as Raven squeals. He ignores the honking horns and yelling as he blasts through town, quickly catching up with his still cackling brother. Sideswipe yelps in shock, as Sunstreaker bursts out of a side street, engine roaring as the volatile Mech swiftly catches up.
The two Mechs soon make it out of town, where they push their engines to the Max. One wanting to get away from his brother, the other with murder in his soul, intent on catching his brother.
Raven shrieks in excitement as the two Lamborghinis go even faster than before. Which means they make it to the Base in no time. Not even bothering to stop at the front gate, Sideswipe quickly transmits their IDs to the guard at the gate before ramming said gate, using his jetpack to give him an extra boost.
The startled guard stares wide-eyed at the red streak racing through the gate, a golden streak following right behind. He looks down at the cup of coffee in his hands. Then at the computer screen, which showed the ID tags of two Autobots.
He reaches for his walkie-talkie.
"Um…Agent Fowler, sir? Two Autobots just crashed through the front gate…yeah, the two Lamborghinis…uh-huh...the yellow one looked ready to murder the red one…yes sir."
"PRIIIIIME!"
The Autobots in the Hangar turns at the shout, Fowler bursting out of his office. The furious man storms up to the Prime, Optimus studying him with calm optics.
"Your dang Twins just broke through the front gate, and are now racing around this base like it's the Indy 500! And if what the guard at the front gate told me is true, the yellow one is just about ready to murder the red one! I thought you said you had them under control!"
Optimus merely sighs.
"Prowl, if you would please go calm Sunstreaker down."
The Ex-Enforcer nods, turning and swiftly walking out of the Hangar.
He disappears, and there's the sound of engines, screeching brakes, the smell of burning rubber, loud curses, and anger-filled voices. Then, a yelp.
Prowl walks back inside, Sideswipe stumbling behind him, his audio firmly held in the black-and-white Mech's grip. The Praxian's doorwings are held aloft, quivering in barely-contained anger.
"OwOwOwOwOwOwOwOw…" the two disappear down the hall as a still angry Sunstreaker walks in, a familiar form being held in his servo.
"Raven!"
Without a word, the golden warrior places Raven down on the platform, the girl swaying slightly as she giggles, her hair slightly ruffled. Lucy moves over, guiding the girl to a seat.
"Are you alright? What happened?"
"Sunstreaker picked me up from the art store."
As one unit, everyone turns to the aforementioned Mech, Sunstreaker standing there with violet-tinted optics sparking with anger. He crosses his arms over his chestplating, and that's when everyone notices the large scratch on his side, going from his hip to the middle of his waist.
He narrows his optics at the multitude of stares.
"Sideswipe scratched my paint."
With that, he turns and walks away.
"Bye, Sunstreaker! Thanks for the ride!"
No one saw the smirk appear on his face at Raven's comment. She'd enjoyed the high-speed racing and hairpin turns, even begging a few times for him to go faster.
That girl was definitely NOT glass.