Finding Home
Chapter 15
By Voodoo Queen
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Author's Note: Hello, Dear Readers! I hope that you're all having a great day. Mine has been so-so. I think I've got the 'blahs'. It's cold and snowy here and I'm just not that into it, you know? I'm a warm and sunny type of girl. You dig? Anyway, on we go! I've seen some of you speculating in your comments as to what you think will become of Amy. You have some great imaginations! Starscream, however, does not. There will be no 'human army', lol. That's all I'll say about that for the time being. Anyway, thank you to all who've added this story to your follows and faves. You're awesome! Extra special thanks to my reviewers: TheGreenWallFlower, PortgasDTatze, Autobot-Bre-Lightblast, Maria B, Retrokill, HenriettaDarlington, Edges05, MysticFire101, sakurawriter, AshelyOfChaos, rybkakoi, everchanging, jojoniles, griffin fath, and 'Guest'. You guys ROCK!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, just my own original characters and plot.
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Three days had gone by much faster than Doe had thought they would, especially given the circumstances. She'd never really taken any leave in the two years she'd been in the Navy. She'd never really been sick before and it wasn't like she had anywhere to go or anyone to visit. She'd always forgone the offered leave periods, opting instead to stay onboard the ship and work. It was a tolerable arrangement with the added bonus that it kept her too busy to think of all her shipmates off enjoying times with their families that she'd never had the privilege to experience herself. She'd always heard that you couldn't miss something that you'd never had but it didn't mean she wasn't the slightest bit envious.
Still, it had been nice to have some time off to regroup even if most of that time had been plagued with worry, doubt, and second guessing herself. She'd spent most of her three days holed up in her room, only coming out to get chow and then it was right back to her little sanctuary. At first, she'd thought to embrace the time to catch up on some much needed sleep once the fuzzy, buzzy feeling inside of her had died down enough that she could concentrate on something else. It had been a futile endeavor. No sooner would she doze off than she'd be catapulted right into the dark abyss of her dreams. The incessant babble of her never to be seen companion rumbling in her ears as she continued to trek towards a seemingly impossible goal on the horizon. The bright shimmer on the edge of nothingness seeming to wink at her tauntingly, ever elusive and beyond her grasp. She'd awake from her slumber with a start each time, feeling more tired than she had before.
Jazz had come by to check on her that very first morning of her medically authorized vacation. He'd laughed at her concern over his pilgrimage to her side of the base given the rigid medical restrictions Ratchet had imposed on him. He'd shrugged it off, informing her it was his job to worry about her and not the other way around. His concern warmed her. She'd never had anyone fret over her before. She'd never felt like her presence, her existence even, had ever mattered to anyone. Jazz, though, had taken a seemingly genuine interest in her. It didn't seem forced or mandated. She was fairly certain no one had ordered him to keep tabs on her. As far as she was aware, the mech was acting completely on his own volition. She didn't understand why he appeared to care but she could appreciate it just the same.
After pleasantries were out of the way, she hadn't been able to stop herself from inquiring about the fate of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Her concern for the two brothers surprised even herself. In her sick-feeling, panicked state, she'd told Jazz everything when they'd been in the med bay. Well, not everything. She may have left out the part about how peculiar she'd felt since she'd been shocked by them. She'd already consulted a medical professional, after all, who had more or less brushed her off with a pamphlet. She didn't see a need to rehash that again when all tests had come back normal. She'd told him about her evening at the beach with Sunstreaker, though, and how it seemed Sideswipe seemed to pop up where ever she went. Though he hadn't been present, he'd already been aware of the situation that occurred with Epps upon her arrival as well as the altercation in the hangar during the initial briefing of the new recruits. He hadn't been a happy mech to say the least. Still, he'd tried to calm her and soothe her frazzled nerves and had told her not to worry, that he would take care of it.
"Don't worry about those two right now," he'd told her with a wink. "What's important is that my favorite femme get's some rest 'cause when those contractors are finished down there we're gonna do it big and I need ya head to be right."
He hadn't said any more about the twins. Instead, he'd sat himself down carefully upon the retaining wall along the building's perimeter, patting the space next to himself in invitation. Obediently, she'd sat down next to him. She could feel his optics roving over her in a concerned fashion, the tightness of his lip plates only confirming his worry. After a moment, he'd asked softly, "How are you, D? Really?"
Amy had been taken aback by the soft-spoken question for a moment and had simply sat there looking up at him, stupefied, until her brain finally kicked back into gear. "I-I'm fine," she'd stuttered. "I'm just tired, is all."
"That's a bunch of slag if I've ever heard it," Jazz shook his head. "Look, D, I know we haven't known each other that long but I want you to know that I consider you to be one of my friends. Where I'm from, friends look out for one another. They got each other's back. I can tell ya got somethin' rattling around in that head of your's but if you don't feel comfortable sharin' what's on your mind right now, that's alright." The mech gave her a pointed look, "Just know that if you decide that you ever need ta talk that I'm all audios. Or if ya just wanna, you know, hang out, bump some dope tunes, and forget about your worries, I'm always down for that, too."
"That's...thank you, Jazz. I-I really appreciate that." Amy had cautiously admitted, "I consider you a friend, too"
"Good," the mech grinned. "Then I'm doin' somethin' right." He'd gone stock still for a moment, his optics dimming behind his visor for a split second before brightening again. "Scrap," he cursed. "Ratchet's comming me. We had an appointment, apparently." Jazz shuddered, "Its probably in my best interest to start heading back."
Amy watched as the mech carefully pushed himself back up onto his feet, wavering for a moment to regain his balance. "Are you okay to go back by yourself? Should I call someone?"
"No!" Jazz had vehement denied, then chuckled. "What did I tell you about worrying about me? I'll be fine. Just can't let The doc catch me out of bounds. I don't think he'd actually weld me to the floor but I'd rather not take the chance, you know? Anyway, I'll swing back by this afternoon and check on ya."
Amy shook her head, "Jazz, you don't have to."
"Yes, I do." He insisted. "Friends, remember?"
"Yeah," Amy nodded. "Friends."
"Now," Jazz ordered, "You go get some rest and I'll go wrestle Ratchet into submission."
It was Amy's turn to chuckle, "My money's on the doctor."
"D!" Jazz dramatically slapped his hands over his chest plates in a show of disbelief. "You wound me!"
She hadn't been too surprised when the Army Private on barracks duty had knocked on her door late that evening, telling her one of the Autobots was waiting outside to see her. She'd figured it was Jazz coming to check on her one last time before bed. She was actually surprised he'd been able to pull one over on the CMO. Ratchet was a sharp bot and not easily swayed where medical matters were concerned. When she'd made her way downstairs and out of the building, however, she'd been a bit startled to find the Autobot's SIC standing at the curb, his back ramrod straight, door wings held high, and his hands clasped behind his back. He was looking out over the parking area, seeming to survey it carefully while he awaited her arrival.
A flutter of nervousness began in Amy's gut. She'd never really had a chance to speak to Prowl. The mech always seemed too busy and too overworked to engage in any type of pleasant conversation. He gave off an aura of seriousness and his entire existence seemed to revolve around his duties with little time allotted for anything else. He simply wasn't the type of guy you'd seek out to make small talk about the weather with and his presence made Amy slightly anxious.
Amy swallowed the lump in her throat, "Sir? You wanted to see me?"
Prowl made a smooth about-face to look down upon the woman. His door wings twitched ever so slightly at the movement and his lip plates quirked up almost imperceptibly at the corners, otherwise he remained rigidly still. "Miss Doe," he greeted with a polite tilt of his head. "Please, just call me Prowl. I do hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Uh, no." Amy shook her head. "Not at all."
"Good." The SIC sounded slightly relieved and continued, "Jazz asked me if I could come by and check up on you. He would have come himself but it seems he's landed himself in a bit of trouble with Ratchet once again."
"Oh, no." Amy bit at her lip worriedly. "Nothing too serious, I hope? I told him I was fine and not to bother."
"I wouldn't worry yourself over Jazz too much." Prowl actually smirked as he said, "That mech can talk himself out of pretty much any situation. Anyway," the mech continued, "In his absence he asked that I give you this. He informed me your's was lost the other night."
Amy looked to the mech's outstretched hand to find a brand new, very expensive cellphone still in the box. Her eyes widened, "Oh, no. It's too much. I-I can't accept that."
"You can," Prowl nodded, "And you will. Communication is critical to our mission here and furthermore, Jazz won't rest easy until he knows he has some way of getting in contact with you. I insist that you take it. I won't accept no for an answer."
Reluctantly, Amy took the package. "Thank you."
"Jazz took the liberty of preprogramming it with important numbers you may find useful." Prowl continued, "His contact information is also in there and he asks that you contact him at your earliest convenience. Mine is in there, as well, as is Prime's. Should you have any need of assistance or any concerns do not hesitate to reach out and let us know."
"That's..." Amy was slightly taken aback by the offer. She honestly couldn't understand where the interest and concern for her wellbeing was coming from. She'd experienced more caring in the short time she'd been stationed on Diego Garcia than she had over the entire course of her twenty years of being alive. The fact that it was coming from gigantic robotic beings from another planet threatened to blow her human mind. "That's very kind and generous of you."
"It's our pleasure," the mech straightened back up into a stiff posture. "Also," he added hesitantly. "I wanted to ask a favor of you, if you wouldn't mind."
"A favor?" Surprised, Amy looked wide-eyed up at the mech, wondering what use she could possibly be. "Uh, sure. What do you need?"
The mech tilted his head back, staring up at the sky for a long moment, sucking a great breath of air down into his intakes before cycling it out again slowly. He addressed the small, human femme, "I've known Jazz for a very long time, since before this Primus-forsaken war ever started. He's a good mech and a very good friend but he's...he's lost a lot, Miss Doe. I won't go into detail because it isn't my place. I simply want you to know where this is coming from."
Amy wasn't sure what to say, if she should say anything, so she settled for nodding in understanding.
Prowl continued on, "I wasn't here when it happened but he very nearly died at Mission City. When I arrived I was told he was extremely upset that Ratchet hadn't just let him pass on. I'm not sure if the Cybertronian belief in the afterlife is similar to your own but, he has a lot waiting for him over on the other side." The mech shook his head, "He hasn't been himself for a very long time...he's broken right now and feeling useless. But," The SIC trailed off for a moment before seeming to regroup his thoughts. He smiled at the woman and stated simply, "Jazz has taken to you."
Confused, Amy blinked up at the mech. Not sure what he was getting at. "I don't- I don't understand."
"He cares about you, Miss Doe." Prowl continued, "You've given him something to, I guess, 'look forward to', is the best analogy. He's needed this for a very long time."
Amy opened her mouth only to snap it shut again. She shook her head and tried again, "I'm not really sure what you're wanting me to do here."
"All I'm asking," the mech sincerely stated, "Is that if Jazz wants to fuss over you, that you let him."
Doe had continued to contemplate the SIC's words long after he'd left. Even long after she'd dutifully used her new cell phone to call Jazz and check in as she'd promised Prowl she would. The mech had seemed honestly happy to hear from from her. They'd chatted for nearly an hour and a half about everything and about nothing. It was nothing too heavy or too personal but it was comfortable, almost as if they'd known each other for ages. Eventually, it had come to an end when Jazz, noticing the time, had decided she needed some sleep. Reluctantly, she'd agreed and bid the mech a good night. Though, she didn't sleep well that night.
The next two days had followed a similar pattern, minus any surprise visits from Prowl.
Now, stepping out of the barracks in the light of a brand new morning, her uniform freshly laundered and pressed, she felt better than she had since her arrival on the island. Although, that wasn't really saying much. She'd made her was to the chow hall without incident, actually opting to stand in line for an omelet instead of her usual grab-and-go type fare. She took her time eating, not rushing as she usually did, before returning her tray and utensils to the scullery to be cleaned. There was a small convenience-type store/stall inside of the chow hall and she stopped on her way out to purchase a couple chewy chocolate chip granola bars for later. She stuffed them into one of her pockets before making her way back outside and heading toward the shuttle stop.
As she settled down onto the bench to wait, a quick check of her watch told her she was running right on time. Even a little early. To be honest, she was looking forward to getting back to work. She wasn't the type that liked to remain idle for too long. She was more than a little curious to see what kind of progress the contractors had made on the Dungeon in her absence. Jazz had been quite excited at the prospect of her getting to see it. He'd had them working around the clock down there in 12-hour shifts. Speaking of Jazz...she was also looking forward to seeing the mech face-to-face. She would have been lying if she said his friendly, almost fatherly, concern hadn't made her stay in the barracks more bearable. She'd have to find someway to thank him for that.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard the growl of the high performance engine coming down the street until it was too late. It wasn't until the distinct sound of a transformation met her eardrums that she realized she had company.
"Ames!" The silver twin seemed to fall all over himself as he clattered over the sidewalk to fall on his knees before the human woman. "You're okay!"
Doe wasn't even given a chance to respond, or flee, or do anything at all before a pair of large metallic arms encased her and crushed her into a broad, equally metallic, chest. Parts and pieces of the mech's chassis dug into her much smaller and softer body uncomfortably. She tried to shift to lessen the pressure but it was like being relentlessly squeezed inside an enormous vice. The air was pressed from her lungs as the hug intensified and she pounded at the mech's frame as white spots began to dance in front of her eyes and the heat in her chest flared painfully to life. "Can't breathe," she managed to gasp.
"You're smashing her, bit brain."
From where Doe was being hugged to death, she could see the briefest flash of bright yellow armor in the gap between Sideswipe's arm and chassis. Her struggles intensified.
"Oh, slag." Sideswipe immediately released her. He apologized, "I'm sorry, Ames. I didn't realize..."
Doe gasped for breath. Both hands coming up to press against the writhing in her chest. Her eyes darted between the pair of mechs. She was relieved to see them both looking unharmed but she was also frightened. She backed away slowly. The movement didn't go unnoticed by the silver twin.
"Oh, no, Ames..." He inched forward on his knees toward her. "No, no, no...please. Just wait, alright? We just want to talk to you," he began, sounding desperate. "Jazz told us you were sick and we were really worried about you." He looked to his brother for confirmation of the claim. "Right, Sunny?"
The yellow mech nodded in agreement, "Right."
"We wanted to come check on you but, uh," Sides chuckled nervously. "We were detained."
"De-detained?" Amy stuttered, still glancing anxiously between the two brothers.
"Yeah," Sides nodded. "No biggie," he added quickly, "But we're free now and wanted to make sure you were alright. And also," he fidgeted, "Sunny has something that he wants to say."
Warily, she eyed Sunstreaker. "He-he does?"
"Yeah," Sunny interrupted. "I do." With a light shove, he moved his brother out of the way. His lip plates curled up into a sneer as he studied the ground where the other mech had knelt. He muttered something under his breath about filth and scratches but took a knee anyway. Venting heavily, he addressed the woman he'd been so cruel to a few days before. "Look, Squishie...I'm not very good at this whole apology thing but, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I was pissed off and it wasn't really your fault. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I didn't mean to scare you or make your eyes leak or any of that other slag. I acted like a complete glitch to you and you didn't deserve that so, yeah...I'm sorry."
"We're both sorry," Sides interjected. "We truly are."
Amy studied them for a moment and decided they seemed sincere. Even Sunstreaker, who seemed to be waiting tensely for something to happen. Sunstreaker's actions had hurt her but she wasn't one to hold a grudge. Nothing good ever came of it. Finally, she nodded. "Apology accepted."
"Thank the Maker," One could almost feel the relief Sunstreaker radiated at those two words. He pushed himself back up to his feet and looked down at the tiny human femme with a relieved expression on his face plates. "Thanks, Squishie. I mean it. No hard feelings?"
"Sure," Amy murmured. "No hard feelings."
"We kind of have something else we need to talk to you about. But," Sideswipe added cautiously, "You have to promise not to tell Jazz."
"What's going on?" Suspicion had crept into Amy's voice. "Why can't I tell Jazz?"
Sides tried to soothe her concern. "Just for now. Just until we can get back into his good graces."
"He threatened to have us reformatted if he caught us talking to you." Sunstreaker snorted. "I'd like to see him try."
Eyes full of surprise, Amy asked, "He did?"
"Oh, yeah." Sides chuckled. "He was dead serious, too. So, if you could not mention to him that we had this conversation, at least for the time being, that'd be great."
"Oh," Amy nodded, "Alright, I mean, I don't want anyone getting in trouble."
"I knew we could count on you, Ames!" Sideswipe beamed at her. "See, bro? I told you she was awesome!"
Sunstreaker merely hummed in agreement before leaning back to rest against a light pole. The metal groaned precariously against his mass but remained solid. "As much as I'm enjoying standing out here, the Squishie has to work soon, Sides, so if you wanna maybe..." The mech twirled his pointer fingers in a sign speed things up.
"Right," Sideswipe tilted his head in understanding, taking one last look at his brother and receiving a nod to continue. "Ames, look, we know you've been feeling kind of...weird...since you got here."
Amy gaped at the mech, "You do?"
"Yeah," Sideswipe confirmed. "We've been feeling it, too."
"You have?" Amy glared back and forth between the mechs incredulously. "I thought I was losing my mind! What's causing it? Can it be fixed?"
"You aren't losing your mind," the silver twin confirmed. "It's kind of hard to explain exactly but I think we can all help each other out. If you're willing, that is?"
"Yes!" Amy nodded vigorously. "Of course! What do I need to do?"
Sunstreaker smirked, "Eager, isn't she?"
"Sunny..." Sideswipe warned. His twin merely shrugged and so he focused his attention back onto the woman. He tried to find the simplest way to explain things to the femme without sending her into a panic. "Sometimes...uh...sometimes this type of thing will happen when two bots, er, people...in this case three...are meant to be, uh...friends."
"Friends?" Dumbstruck, Amy looked between the two mechs. "I don't understand. I mean, Jazz and I are friends and I've never had this issue with him."
"Thank, Primus." Sunstreaker growled, "Talk about an awkward situation...I like Jazz but not that much."
"That's, uh...that's kind of different, Ames." Sideswipe chuckled. "I mean, yeah, Jazz is your friend. No doubt there but, our situation is a little more, eh, complicated, I guess you might say."
"Okay..." Amy drawled. "But I still don't get it." She motioned toward her chest where the buzzing was in full swing but not nearly as uncomfortable as it had been. "What's the deal with the...?"
"Right, so, uh..." Sideswipe looked to his brother for help but received only an amused snort as the other mech fished a cloth out of subspace and began to slowly buff his armor. Apparently, he was on his own. "Alright," he began again. "So, uh, Cybertronians have sparks in here." He tapped his chest plates. "They're kinda like, uh, well, no, they aren't like that at all...They're...well, they're sparks. I don't know what else to call them...big balls of glowy-energy. They're what keep us alive and make us who we are. Are you with me so far?"
"Okay..." Amy nodded and rubbed one hand over her own chest, confusion etched upon her face. "Glowy-energy balls..."
"Sunny and I are twins." Sideswipe continued, "That means we literally share a spark. We each have half of the same one. It also means that we, um, share other things, as well...like our, uh...friends."
Sunstreaker laughed out loud, quickly smothering the sound with a cough.
Sideswipe shot his brother a death glare which didn't phase the mech in the slightest before continuing. "As I was saying, yeah, we share things. So, uh, let's say I'm cruising along one day and bump into this really nice femme that Epps happens to be showing around one morning and we're both literally shocked by the other and, uh, my spark decides we should be, um, friends...Sunny would naturally want to be her friend, too, and, uh..."
"Oh for the love of Cybertron," Sunstreaker pushed himself off of the post and sauntered over. "You're confusing the Pit out of her, Sideswipe. Look at her face." Sunny shook his head and knelt before the woman once again. "Let's cut to the chase, Squishie. The three of us, we have some kind of weird spark connection. It shouldn't even be possible because you're a human and, as far as I know, humans are sparkless. We don't know how it happened or why but that's where we're at right now. We've never had this happen to us before so we're just as confused as you are. That's kind of why I was pissed off about the whole thing. It doesn't make any logical sense. Sideswipe's right, though." He gave his brother an irritated glance. "When something like this happens it supposedly means you're meant to be 'friends' with the other affected party. And," the mech reluctantly admitted, "Seeing as Sides and I are twins, I'd like for us to be friends, as well. Everything we've ever heard or read or seen about this kind of thing suggests that being close to your...friends...can help with the energy fluctuations until the situation can be," the mech cleared his vocal processor, "properly settled."
"So," Amy tried to put everything together the best she could, "You're telling me that if we all hang out together that we'll all feel better?"
"In very simple terms, Squishie." Sunstreaker nodded. "Yes."
Sideswipe asked, "How do you feel right now?"
Amy took a moment to focus on the way her body felt. The electric feeling was still in her chest but it had settled into a warm, resonate hum. It was a distinctly pleasant sensation, enough so that it brought a faint blush to her cheeks. "I feel great, actually," she confessed.
"Good." Sides grinned and threw a knowing glance at his brother who seemed less tense now than he had in weeks. "So do we." He looked at the woman expectantly, "Does this mean that you'll, uh, hang out with the two of us?"
"Of course," Amy agreed. "I mean, I guess. If you think it will help."
"I think it'll help more than you know," Sideswipe enthusiastically agreed. "Right, Sunny?"
"Right," the yellow mech parroted, rising from where he had knelt once again. His bright blue optics swept up and down the street and he frowned. "Hey, Squishie, that your ride?"
Amy turned to see the shuttle bus making its approach. "Yep, that's it."
Sunstreaker made a sound of disgust, "How can you stand to ride in that hideous thing?" His nasal plates scrunched up, "Are those diesel fumes?"
Sideswipe laughed, "Horrible isn't it? I don't know how she does it. She never lets me give her a ride."
"It isn't that bad," Amy defended as the bus pulled up to the curb and opened its doors. She tried her best to ignore the fact that the bus driver was openly gawking at the strange sight the three of them must have made as they waited at the stop. "It gets me where I need to go."
"Whatever you say, Squishie." Sunny shuddered in revulsion as the bus belched out a cloud of thick, black smoke. "That is fragging foul."
Amy rolled her eyes, straightened her cover, and marched toward the waiting shuttle. "Sorry if it offends but, I have to go."
'Listen, Ames..." Sideswipe stopped her before she could disappear inside the vehicle. The femme looked up at him expectantly and he felt his spark turn over. "When you get off tonight, why don't you come find us in the rec hangar? It's our off night of patrol so we'll both be around. We can maybe think of something fun to do together this evening, all three of us. What do you say?"
Amy swallowed thickly, suddenly nervous. "I'll, uh, I'll think about it."
"Fair enough," the mech gave her a soft smile. "Have a good day today, regardless. Don't let Jazz work you too hard."
"Take it easy, Squishie," Sunstreaker interjected.
"Thanks," Amy blushed. "You two...try not to get into trouble."
"Easier said than done," Sideswipe remarked as the bus' doors folded closed and it pulled away from the curb. He vented contentedly. That had gone surprisingly well. Much better than he'd expected it to. He turned to say as much to his brother only to find him glaring in irritation. 'What? What'd I do?"
"We share things," Sunstreaker mocked, "Like, uh, friends...are you serious?"
Sideswipe demanded, "What was I supposed to say? She doesn't have a clue about sparks or bonds or interfacing. Plus, what I've seen suggests that 'arrangements' like this are frowned on in mainstream human society. I didn't want to scare her off. I thought 'friends' was a good start."
"Ugh," Sunstreaker snarled in revulsion, "I don't even want to know how you know what types of 'arrangements' humans find acceptable."
"Well, you may want to look into it." Sides pressed, "I'm just saying, if there was ever a time to sate your curiosity, this would be it. You might be pleasantly surprised, bro," Sideswipe teased. "The mechanics of it aren't all that different from what we're used to."
"Will you shut your fragging face?" Sunstreaker transformed and peeled off down the road, continuing their conversation on comm. "I apologized to her and I agreed to be civil towards her and spend time in her presence. That's it."
"Uh huh," Sideswipe was right on his brother's back bumper. "Sure. If you say so. Why can't you just admit it?"
The yellow Lamborghini groused, "Admit what?"
"That you like her," Sides teased in a sing-song voice. "That you want to like her really, really badly."
Sunny growled, "I swear on Pillars of Creation, if you don't shut your slagging mouth-"
"Sunny and Amy sitting in a tree," Sideswipe sang, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."
"That's it!" Sunstreaker slammed on his breaks, the smell of burnt rubber and the squeal of hot tires on asphalt breaking the stillness of an otherwise peaceful morning. Transforming in the middle of the street, he turned to intercept the silver Lamborghini that followed in his tracks. "I'm about to rearrange your fragging face!"
Sideswipe transformed as well, his intakes wheezing so hard from laughing that he was practically helpless when his brother tackled him right there in the street. Yes, he mused to himself as he blocked a couple of half-sparked punches Sunny threw his way, this had gone much, much better than he thought it would.
End of Chapter 15
