Sunny Forecast

AN: Since I kinda tortured Sunny in the last two chapters, I thought I'd post something a little upbeat. Though I DO give him a scary moment in this, I centered my torturous streak toward someone else. Hopefully, you'll get a laugh out of it. I giggled when I wrote it!

HUGE CONGRATULATIONS to CMDRTEKK for being the 100th reviewer! (throws confetti) I never thought I'd actually get 100 reviews. Didn't realize how much people loved the twins. (gets a warm happy feeling that's usually brought on by Lamborghinis)

So as a THANK YOU to everyone who has reviewed, here's another chapter… pretty early I may add. The reviews have been fantastic and keep the muse fueled and I'm getting more and more ideas.

Now, let's see if I can make it to 200!

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"Ready, Sunshine?" Sideswipe called, holding out his hand.

Sunstreaker growled, as if debating on latching onto his twin or just opting to throttle him now on the battle field. He'd beat the slag out of him later. When they weren't in the middle of a battle and there weren't Seekers that needed a Lamborghini's touch. He held out his hand, accepting his brother's offer and like a primal comet, the duo shot up into the atmosphere.

"Show offs!" Huffer yelled, seeing the twins disappear from the battlefront. He knew they weren't abandoning their friends, so desertion was the last thing on his processor. The thing that riled his tailpipes, other than the smug look on the twins' faces, was that they worked as a seamless unit and made the rest of the soldiers look like bumbling new recruits who'd never seen a Decepticon. Sideswipe didn't help matters by employing that blasted jet pack and zooming around like a crazed carmine asteroid, chasing Cons and cackling about his field totals. The dual menaces thought they owned the monopoly of kicking Decepticon aft.

Well, Huffer had a plan to show them. He just needed the right moment and a catapult. He spotted Brawn tackling Astrotrain with Ironhide trying to shoot the triple changer without hitting his comrade. Huffer ventured to the trio and added his strength to the fight.

High in the clouds the Lamborghini twins were having a party. Sideswipe whooped and cheered, Sunstreaker sighed in annoyance, glaring at his twin who flooded their bond with enough positive emotion to change the polarity of the Earth. Sometimes Sideswipe was too slagging happy for his own good. Or Sunstreaker's. The golden mech had to school his features twice when he found himself infected by his brother's jubilation and was grinning like the proverbial idiot.

"We've got company," Sunstreaker called, noting that Skywarp and Thundercracker were now trailing behind the two like mesmerized trout after shiny bait.

"Bout time," Sideswipe laughed, doing a sloppy loop-de-loop that had Sunstreaker turning an ugly shade of green. "Are you ready?"

"I will be if you stop showing off for the seekers!" Sunstreaker snapped, wanting to settle his tank before launching his attack. He didn't want to land on the seeker and end up getting thrown off because he was too busy purging his tank.

"Just trying to sucker them in," Sideswipe yelled, circling and calculating air speed, distance, strength and weakness between the seekers as compared to the Lamborghini frames, and with precision that would have impressed Prowl, Sideswipe dove for the seekers. With a high pitched laugh that belonged more to a hyena than a mechanical being, he spun, launching his twin at Skywarp, who hadn't anticipated the game of toss.

Sunstreaker landed on Skywarp's fuselage and snarled, sliding his hands around the smooth undercarriage and earning a strangled squeak from the black jet.

"What are you doing?" Skywarp bawled, maneuvering into a corkscrew to throw off his passenger.

"Thought I'd give you a hug," Sunstreaker sneered, his fingers digging into the transformation seam along the undercarriage and providing him with a good anchor. With his other hand, he drew back his fist and punched the amber glass, shattering it into golden diamonds.

The second punch went through the broken glass and bowed the support frames before buckling the control panel. Skywarp howled and bucked, his systems flaring warning signals that turned his internal displays into the primal shade that matched the setting sun.

"Slagger," Starscream called, transforming and cuffing the golden warrior on the head and shoulder as Skywarp flew past his Air Commander. Sunstreaker forgot how well the trine worked. Almost as perfect as the cohesion he shared with his twin.

The blow was staggering, causing Sunstreaker to lessen his grip, his equilibrium circuits knocked haywire. Skywarp banked sharply, intent on allowing his trinemate to rid him of his Autobot parasite. When the duo neared the sneering tri colored jet, Sunstreaker shifted his weight, causing the black jet to display his undercarriage at the precise moment that Starscream fired his null ray.

Sunstreaker grimaced, taking some of the charge from the null ray, but Skywarp took the brunt. The black jet yelled and cursed his wingmate, his systems flashing, alarms blaring, and the ground starting to rush up to meet them.

Not having anywhere else to go, and praying he was close enough to jump to another perch, Sunstreaker gave a hard slap to the black fuselage and said, "Thanks for the ride, Wingnut!"

"Sunstreaker!" a voice called, catching the front liner's attention. "Jump!"

Sunstreaker did as ordered, jumping toward the voice. His equilibrium circuits were still impaired, sending the wayward frontliner careening out into space. He tried to calibrate where he heard the familiar voice, but with the wind rushing in his audios, there was a chance he just leapt to his termination.

Unable to control his descent, Sunstreaker tumbled, his circuits scrambling even further from the disorientation. He held out his hand, expecting his twin to zoom in and grab him as they had done countless times before. But after a few seconds, no one grabbed his outstretched fingers. With a panicked whine, Sunstreaker tried to focus on his surroundings, watching as the sky and ground exchanged places so fast it was like they were one in the same.

He was going to shout about some help from his fellow Autobots when he felt the static charge surround him and his momentum shed, allowing him to drift to the ground unharmed. Processor still reeling, world spinning faster than his tires on a race track, Sunstreaker waited for the hard ground to greet his frame, but much to his surprise, arms caught him with ease, the electric field disappearing.

Sunstreaker turned dizzy, unfocused optics toward his savior and vented a sigh of relief.

Well, at least it wasn't a Decepticon. Or Gears. Sunstreaker would have tried to crash land on either option.

Trailbreaker smiled at his golden cargo. "I knew there'd be sun today."

Sunstreaker snorted, still unable to center his spinning world and though he was loathed to allow it, Trailbreaker carried him to the safety of the treeline, allowing him to get his bearings.

Before Sunstreaker could balance himself, there came the call of retreat from the Decepticons. As they fled, Sideswipe came running to his twin, his jet pack now useless from lack of fuel, and grabbed his brother.

"Sunny! What happened?" Sideswipe demanded. "One minute you were beating on Skywarp, the next, he's being carried away by Thundercracker and Starscream."

"The Screaming Demon got off a lucky shot," Sunstreaker said with a grimace, knowing his tank was going to rebel sooner or later. He wasn't designed for such high velocity craziness. "Trailbreaker was able to catch me with his force field."

"Thank Primus," Sideswipe sighed, then gave the black Jeep a look. "Thanks, Trailbreaker."

"No problem," he said with his usual laid back manner. "I wanted to catch some sun today."

Sunstreaker groaned, both from the pun and the throbbing now starting in his helm. He had a sneaky feeling he'd be needing Ratchet's care. He balked when Trailbreaker offered to help him back to the Autobots, but the amicable mech didn't take it personally. Sunstreaker rarely let anyone in his personal space. He only relented to help when his twin forcefully grabbed him and threatened to tear off sensitive pieces of Sunstreaker's anatomy. Trailbreaker winced but didn't speak.

The trio made it back to Prime, who was surrounded by the rest of the Autobot forces. Everyone was a little worse for wear, but they were still alive. Ratchet was glaring a hole in Jazz, who managed to bust both of his windshields and crumple the right half of his hood.

"Autobots.. Roll…" Prime called, but Ironhide interrupted.

"Wait a minute, Prime!" the weapons specialist called, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. The distant sounds of cursing and breaking foliage rent the air. "We have to wait until Brawn gets Huffer down."

Prime nodded in understanding, then frowned as the words sunk in. "Get Huffer down from where?"

"Pine tree," Ironhide said nonchalantly. When Prime gave him a surprised, expectant look, Ironhide sighed and nodded toward the cursing trees. "Huffer wanted to take on the seekers."

"And how exactly did he end up in a pine tree?" Prime asked, wondering what had possessed his troops.

"Uhmm, he asked Huffer to launch him into the sky, hoping to catch a ride on a seeker," Ironhide sighed, looking slightly uncomfortable.

Prime waited patiently, noticing Ironhide's lip components kept trying to curl upward.

"He missed." Ironhide did his best to hide his smirk. "Pine tree caught him. He's stuck in the upper branches right now."

"That's what the slagger gets," Sunstreaker spoke up, surprising everyone. "Trying to imitate a Lamborghini."

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Reviews will be loved and makes the muse pester me to write. I'm currently working on TWO that are requests from reviewers, so I DO appreciate all encouragement and yes, even a couple of people have given me con-crit. I take everything into consideration and as a special treat, I will write out 'scenes' when requested.

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