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G1 Frames- Current timeline (makes it slightly AU or else there's a paradox and we know what happens then. Just as the Doctor!)
AN: Seeing how the last chapter kinda sputtered with mixed (and limited) reviews, I thought I'd go back to some good old fashioned mischief and leave the drama for a later time. Though the next update will be a request fic for RATCHETROCKS and its going to be rife with drama.
Krysala- Well I may elaborate on the dynamics of the twins and Prowls past, but I'll see what my muse comes up with. I never know what she's going to spout out at the most inane times.
Lambor Terror Lep- Yes, their creators were wrong to punish them for being alive, but remember, 'What doesnt kill you, only makes you stronger'. And I believe the twins are so eloquent at their jobs because of their abusive pasts. It takes a strong willed person to stand on the front lines and be the first to engage the enemy.
Kimmie98- I think the war took care of the twins' creators. At least I hope so. Hope Decepticons razed them in every aspect. I think Prowl would be cheering the Cons on!
VaRa129- Yeah, I cried a bit myself. No shame in that. To clear it up, the twins were beaten because they split. They didn't remain 'one' like all of Primus' creations. So when they split, their creators saw it as a mockery to Primus and punished them for defying his will.
SEZwho94- Oh gosh! Thank you! I hoped to do something different with the Matrix. And I wanted to add a dash of Optimus. I think its very interesting that above all those that resided on Cybertron, the Matrix chose a dock worker to bear it. That says a lot about his compassion and ability to look past the physical and see the emotional/spark/ true nature of a person.
Blitz-Krazi-1- Yeah, I see fics all the time where the Matrix is only referenced to Prime and not its true, original intent/construction. I don't think anyone has written a fic as to the origin or use of the Matrix, and how being such an ancient, precious artifact that CHOSES its own bearer, I mean, it has to be able to see into a bots spark. It has to find its bearer worthy, and some of the most powerful things in the universe are Love and compassion. What better wielder than someone who feels for not only those they KNOW, but for those they never met or may fight/argue against.
Prowls-little-angel- No, you and the twins never did anything. *snickers* I'll never tell! Glad you liked the chapter and yes, I know the twins have been abused in other fics and haunted by it. In fact I have an idea or two that delves a bit more into that, but I don't want to overdo it. And I wanted to give them some closure to start the healing process. I don't think a lot of writers cover that aspect. They torture them and then let them stay haunted. I wanted to let their spirits start to heal. Can you imagine the look on Ratchet's face the first time he worked on the twins and saw all the damage?
Yoong- Well, I see Prime as being the epitome of compassion. I think he would even forgive the Decepticons for their sins, barring they didn't try to kill anyone again. And Prowl I see as having strong emotions, but he keeps them hidden because he perceives them to be weak. Maybe that's a side effect of being tormented by his creators, but I see him as finding it difficult to do his job and allow emotions to rule his judgment. That type of thinking (with the spark) would only result in more tragedy and death. He has to be apart from that to do his job effectively.
This chapter is rather short, and those don't happen very often! Hope everyone enjoys!
Reviewers will be rewarded with Lamborghinis. And yes, I'm whoring them out. LOL
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"I figured it out!" Sideswipe said when he heard the door to his quarters open and Sunstreaker stepped inside.
"The exact moment when you lost your mind?" Sunstreaker deadpanned, going to his berth and removing a cloth to wipe down his plating. He hated patrolling the cities. He always collected twice amount of dust and debris as any other Autobot. He guessed it was because he was so slagging handsome, the dust clung to him out of sheer magnetism. It made cleaning a constant chore. Not that he minded.
"No, still haven't figured that out yet," Sideswipe said good-naturedly, mixing two little bottles and swirling their contents. "What I figured out this time is that if you mix just a dash of sodium, with some carbon and a few other little ingredients, you get the cure for overenergizing!"
"Really?" Sunstreaker asked, tossing the soiled cloth into a cleaning bin and grabbing another for an extra polish.
"Yup!" Sideswipe smiled, raising a small vial in salute before tipping it back.
Sunstreaker barked out a warning, but his twin paid no heed. He watched in frozen shock as his brother smacked his lip components in thought, then gave a nod of acceptance.
"Bit tangy," Sideswipe said, rolling the taste around his analyzers. "But not the worst thing I've ever ingested."
"You idiot!" Sunstreaker hissed, grabbing his twin by the shoulders and giving him a violent shake. "You shouldn't be experimenting with chemicals! Has Wheeljack taught you anything?"
"I won't blow myself up," Sideswipe said, giving his brother an exasperated look. "I have better sense than that."
"That's debatable," Sunstreaker snapped, releasing his twin. He stalked to his berth and removed a can of polish, sitting on the edge and buffing his left pede. "Keep this up and I'll end up an only child." He gave his twin a twisted sneer. "Be a welcome change!"
"Aft," Sideswipe singsonged with a smile, knowing his twin was only looking out for his best interest. But Sunstreaker knew he had been working on this 'remedy' for quite some time. Sideswipe was determined to beat Smokescreen at his favorite drinking game.
"Just a little dose now, then another dose after a couple of shots," Sideswipe said with a grin, subspacing his new counteragent and waving to his twin. "See you later, Bro! I'm off to finally win a bet with Smokescreen!"
"Doubtful," Sunstreaker muttered after his twin departed, the cleaning cloth vigorous across his plating. "Stupid slagger just doesn't learn."
REC ROOM- 3 HOURS LATER
"Sunrise…sunset," Sideswipe crooned, waving his arms and doing a strange little dance as he entered the rec room.
"Oh, Primus, he's gone Yiddish," Jazz moaned. "Someone stop him."
"New rule," Prowl said passively, sipping his cube while he stared at the drunken frontliner. "Sideswipe's not allowed to watch musicals."
"Slag," Jazz muttered, watching as Sideswipe grabbed his brother in a bear hug. "And I just bought him 'Moulin Rouge'." He let out an exasperated sigh as Sunstreaker punched his twin, landing the ruby warrior on his aft. "And I was looking forward to seeing him prance around like a courtesan."
"You're sick, Jazz. Completely and utterly deranged in the processor," Prowl amended, not bothering to interrupt Sunstreaker giving his brother a couple of good kicks for measure. With a few choice words the citrine twin stormed out of the room, muttering something about fresh polish.
Sideswipe regained his pedes, swaying a little from the overcharge racing through his circuits. He squared his shoulders, his helm canting to the side a couple of times and a static filled noise issued from his vocalizer, like a radio being tuned. With a gruff grunt, he called to the room at large.
"I want to know what love is!" Sideswipe half sang, half spoke. He looked around the room, spotted the two monochromatic officers and like a channel switched on a tv set, he pointed a stern finger at the two and snapped, "I want a report on my desk ASAP! No excuses this time!"
Prowl arched an optic ridge at the commanding tone. Jazz muffled a snicker. Sideswipe turned, overbalancing and catching a chair for support, before marching a crooked path out of room, heading to destination unknown. As soon as he turned, Jazz couldn't hold back his laughter any more and erupted with electronic snorts. Even Prowl was snickering.
Printed across Sideswipe's aft in perfect, Praxian print was the declaration:
SMOKESCREEN WAS HERE
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In case you're wondering, Smokescreen has a wicked sense of humor and loves the fact that Sideswipe keeps failing at trying to beat him at a drinking game.
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