After Jazz left I found myself sitting in Sideswipe's lap with Sunstreaker sitting beside me this time. Ratchet came and went, dimming the lights after he checked in on me. Scowling at the twins with a warning look he disappeared into his office/berth room. Through the remaining time after that, my two lovable mechs entertained me with stories of past pranks and times they had been on the ark.
I found my pain being driven from my processor, as they wove fascinating stories through my mind. Leaning back against Sideswipe's chassis I listened intently, highly amused.
I felt my processor getting fuzzy with exhaustion sometime around twelve am, though I did make an effort to stay online. Slowly but surely I fell into a deep recharge while listening to their seductive masculine tones. A gentle kiss to my temple, and soft words were the last thing I remembered before drifting off.
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Around probably five in the morning I snapped awake from a most horrendous night mare. I knew it was from when I was a sparkling human again...but I couldn't decipher what it was! It was so frustrating! As time went I found myself unable to remember what had happened, only knowing that something had happened.
Gulping in breaths, I could hear my breath wheezing out loudly into the silent room. The searing pain returning to my body with every attempt of getting a breath in, buy the time I got one in the pain knocked it right back out. It felt as if someone was sticking a blow torch into my spark and allowing it the burn it's ravenous heat through my veins and into my delicate wires.
I could feel my optics started acting up again and everything became blurry, I tried to let out a cry to see if anyone was there, but my vocal processor just wouldn't allow it. It shot out angry hissing red sparks that lifted the shadows around me. After a moment I felt something pop along a soft whine that came from my throat; energon dripped down my throat cables and onto my chassis.
The already ruined black paint turned a sickly gray-blue color, whilst the small remaining streaks of red turned a nauseating purple-red. Looking around the dark room I jumped, feeling my vocal processor fritz even more at the sight of two looming figures. I relaxed slightly once I realized that the optics were blue and not that eery red.
My ringing audio receptors suddenly came back online to the sound of my two mechs voices. Both were soothing and soft as they curled around me on my birth. Sitting there between the two I concentrated on trying to calm down. I didn't know they stayed...I thought. I couldn't help but to feel slightly honored that they were never to far away to come to my aid.
"What's wrong babe?" Sunstreaker asked, it sounded like he was to my right. That means Sideswipe's to my left. I thought trying to figure out where everything was by noise since my optics were all foggy again. I tried to answer Sunny, but sparks and more energon appeared.
I heard a faint gasp and someone shushing me by placing a gentle finger to my lips. Soft servos tenderly lifted my jaw up, analyzing the damage. I heard a faint growling 'tisk' from one of them.
"Sunny, we need to get Ratchet, I think she re-damaged her vocal processor again."
"Ya think?" I heard Sunstreaker snap, before I felt the berth shift and his heavy foot falls heading toward the other side of the medbay. A knocking sound resounded before everything went back to silence, but only for a moment.
"What!" I heard Ratchets familiar voice snap. Sunstreaker was growling something, but even with me straining my audio receptors I couldn't decipher what it was. A light must have flicked on because some of the fog lightened just the slightest bit.
A rough servo grabbed me jaw and tilted it up, I immediately squirmed in discomfort trying to get away. Can't he see I'm hurting enough as it is! A part of my processor screamed in agitation. I felt one of the twins servos gently sliding over my door wings trying to comfort me, while the other one stroked my back gently.
"It would appear that she busted a few of her energon lines I just recently staunched, and pulled a few wires..."I heard him grumble something else but it was to quiet to hear. His servo let go of my jaw only to be placed on my throat. Whatever he was doing tickled my throat making it itch, though after a moment I felt the pain ebb away and the energon stop running. It was silent as the twins held me still and Ratchet worked on my throat cables.
"There, now refrain from trying to speak please!" He snapped before disappearing again. I felt one of the twins gently run their servos over my throat, wiping away the liquid. Shuttering my optics I allowed them to cuddle me close, just holding me. Laying there in their arms I drifted back into recharge comfortably.
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Two weeks came and went, in this time I was stuck in Ratchets med bay. The twins tried to stay as often as they could, but they had patrols and missions to attend to. They ended up staying by night and being away most of the day, with that we settled into a routine of them visiting for awhile and then leaving me bored out of my processor for hours on end.
My creators often helped me with this problem by visiting during the day to help the hours go by faster. Visits from the other bots such as Inferno, who dragged along a twitchy Redalert, was quite nice. He was always bringing news to me from the world, while poor old Red just kept to his paranoid old self.
Hound visited once to say high and bring me some nifty little data pads full of notes on animals and plant life to keep me busy. I had grown fond of this planets wild life, so he helped me learn by supplying his ever seamless knowledge. Jazz also stayed a lot, we would talk and laugh like we used to. Normally he'd play a bunch of songs, some of which I'd never heard, and we'd jam out. Both singing along, although I couldn't sing worth a damn it was still fun.
Once Ratchet proclaimed me to be healthy as a cyber horse he allowed me to leave. I practically ran out of the medbay ready to face the world again. Walking into the main hanger I halted watching the mini twins beat each other up and then get their new forms.
Giggling softly I turned around and walked back through the halls until I got outside the base and walked into the soft sand of the beach. Tilting my helm I frowned, thinking for a moment until I realized why I felt like their was something I was missing. That's right, I need a new alt mode!
Turning I sprinted back inside and looked around before I spotted Lennox. Walking over fluidly I crouched down behind the small human.
"Lennox?" Jumping he whirled around.
"Damnit! Are you bots trying to give me a heart attack?" Frowning I shook my head impishly.
"No...um actually I was wondering if you could help me with something?" He seemed to perk up.
"It depends on what it is, but sure. What do you need help with?" He seemed weary, but genuinely interested in helping. Smiling slightly I spoke up softly keeping my electric blue optics on his soft brown optics...err eyes.
"I need a new alt mode. I can't transform into my old one anymore, I'm just too big now. Do you happened to have any smaller ones I could look at?" I saw him relax before motioning me to fallow him.
"yeah we've got some new ones in. We had them shipped just in case some new bots came up." I nodded even though he couldn't see me. Walking into a small cargo bay in an out of the way part of the building I looked around in interest. There in the middle of the room lined up, was a row of pristine well polished and uniform vehicles.
On the far left was candy red Porsche. Walking over I looked it over before shaking my helm. Looking to the next one I found a silver 1982 Ferrari, looking it over in interest I decided it was to..mechly. I decided against an old ford and a Chevrolet Cavalier. I finally got down to the final two before stopping dead in my tracks.
A purple and black Bugatti Veyron sat there looking beautiful and ready to go...but the one that really caught my optic was a silver 2012 Corvette Stingray Concept. Scanning it, I felt all of my plating's shift to the new form like water. Transforming down I revved the powerful sports car engine. Transforming back up I looked over at Lennox and smiled.
"Thank you for your help Lennox, this is much roomier." He grinned and chuckled back.
"No problem Saberquake." He walked out of the room leaving me to my contemplations. Stepping out of the room, I walked down the hallways silently ready to go show off to the twins. Right as I was about to put in their pass code I heard a soft whistling noise. Whirling around I stared up into the optics of my twins.
"This form definitely suits you better sweet spark." Sideswipe said in his sultry voice.
"Though you could do with a better color than silver." Sunstreaker said in his own seductive voice. Embarrassingly I could hear my fans kick on quietly causing them to smirk.
"What, you gonna paint me then?" I asked while trying to keep any dignity I had left. Both just smirked and replied at the same time.
"Of course." Blinking I sighed softly. Oh boy...each grabbing one of my wrists they drug me outside and had me sit down on the grass and in the shade of the trees.
"Stay right here, we know exactly what colors to paint you." Turning they stalked back to base quickly. Once they were out of sight I flopped back on the ground and let out a sigh. I hope they don't make me look stupid...I didn't have much time to fret as they both seemed to appear rather quickly. They both had a couple of large and small brushes each and they had three pales of paint. I frowned sitting up.
"What colors are those?" I asked wearily, both smirked.
"Black for your base, but we'll give you some stripes as well." Sideswipe's said. Frowning I glanced at Sunstreaker for his input. His sexy smirk broadened.
"Don't worry they'll be red and gold stripes." Relief went through me.
"Racing stripes?" I asked. Both shrugged before doing that twin thing they always did.
"If that's what you want." Smiling tentatively I nodded. Both went about opening the cans and dipping their brushes, instructing me to lay down. Doing as bid I let them make me into a living canvas, completely loosing myself in pleasure as the sun heated my metal and their brushes relaxed my frame.
I briefly hear one of them ask me to roll over, doing so I allowed them to paint my back. Probably the most hardest part for me was not moving my antennas or door wings when they stroked the brushes over them. Both my wings and antennas were quite sensitive, meaning they were ticklish. Though by the time they finished painting me black I had fallen into recharge. I felt one of them poke me with their pedde gently making me snap right awake.
"Wha'...huh?" I managed to get out groggily. Both chuckled softly before Sideswipe repeated his question.
"Can you transform for us?"
"Why?"
"So we can paint those sexy stripes." Sunstreaker quipped. Grunting I rolled onto my peddes and transformed into my now sleek black form. After a moment I felt their brushes gently slide along my hood, skip my windshield, slide over my back and back area. After a few minutes of this they halted and pulled away giving it time to dry.
"Go ahead and transform sweet spark. It's dry now." Transforming elegantly, I stood before them. Both blinked staring at me quietly.
"What? D-do I look that bad?" I asked nervously while trying to look over my form. Sideswipe shook his helm looking dumbfounded.
"No...your just so perfect you blew our processors." Sideswipe said softly. Sunstreaker Smirked.
"You look good with our colors on you babe." Giggling I could feel my face plates heat up. Flirts.
AN:
Hey everyone! So I got a new chappy up today, I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think!
Oh and if anyone could draw cars or maybe Saberquake that would be epic. I've tried and failed...blah!