Off Side
AN: This fic is dedicated to StarLitDawn, who requested Sideswipe in a moment of contemplation/philosophical. I hope its what you had in mind.
As always, all feedback, thoughts, concrit is appreciated though requests require some time for me to think and plot. I DO take considerations into account and try to come up with something that baffles, or the reader didn't see coming, all while trying to maintain the constant of using variations of the twins' designations. Just give me time folks and I promise I'll get your requests. I currently have TWO in the works for RATCHETROCKS and CRAZY LITTLE DRAGON, and I'm hoping, with enough incentive, I can get them finished and uploaded.
HUGE THANK YOU to my faithful reviewers and to those who send messages. Its greatly appreciated!
StarLitDawn- I truly hope I captured the waxing philosophical that you wanted.
Cmdrtekk- Yeah, I thought Huffer was a little 'awkward' but I wanted to show some of the other characters mentality because though this is about the twins, there are others in the battle and I seem to hover around Prowl, Prime, Ironhide, and Ratchet. I wanted 'new blood' so to speak and Huffer seemed a good asshole to toss into a tree. LOL I really don't like him all that well and I KNOW the twins didn't get along so well with Minibots and I couldn't see throwing little Bee or Windcharger up a tree. And Gears was planted into a bulkhead previously, so I wanted to spread the animosity. (and hilarity(
SEZwho94- Huffer's great to get emotionally fired up and then send him for a pine tree time out!
Young- I think if the twins were indebted to a minibot, they'd self terminate. LOL But I WILL keep that in mind for future stories!
Prowls-little-angel- Yeah, I cant see Sunstreaker willingly HUG anyone, not even his twin. Its just not his nature. LOL And I agree with him and that NO ONE can imitate a Lamborghini. Can't beat perfection (dreamy sigh)
(W)- Anon- Continuation has been approved. Depression, adverted. (You related to Soundwave by any chance?) Great to see a new reviewer! Great hearing from ya!
Starfire201- Glad you liked it! I intend on torturing ALL the minibots, it just takes awhile to find the right story and title to fit. Heheh
Lambor Terror Lep- I didn't intend on uploading so often, but I'm determined to get over 1,000 hits for this story in a month. That's a feat that has eluded me thus far. My next milestone is hitting 200 reviews! I've already talked Sideswipe into brewing the 'good stuff' for the party!
DitzyMusicLover- If you think Sunstreaker is in for some psychological torture NOW, wait until you see what I have in store for him! Man, I just keep torturing that little Lambo. He's not only gorgeous to look at, but he's great to throw all these emotional conundrums at and see how he survives.
Lolin' Girl- Well, I don't know what 'esker' is but I hope its good! I DO love to put Suny through the emotionally wringer. Poor thing. He's not going to be the same after I'm done with him!
Gracious! I think that's the most I've ever done for personal messages! Thanks guys! You continue to force my muse into submission…. And I will keep updating with the fantastic reviews giving me such incentive!
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Sideswipe settled himself on the ledge, the cliff face above him keeping him sheltered against the rain. He sighed, nestling into his little niche to watch the world from above the ARK. It was just him, a rare occurrence, but Sunstreaker had locked himself in his studio.
Both twins needed a outlet. Sunstreaker had found his during moments, or days in some cases, where he lost himself in the brush, the imagines escaping from somewhere deep inside. There was yet to be a name for the location of creative genius.
Sideswipe had his pranks and friends to help ease his moods, but sometimes, during the silent moments such as this, it was only him and the rain outside. He leaned against the rock wall, smoothed over by his attentions when he first found the place to hide from the world after they had first landed all those millennia ago. His hard work made the alcove rather comfortable, and where Sunstreaker found his solace in color and patterns, Sideswipe found his quiet moments during the heavy rain storms that plagued Oregon's skies.
But Sideswipe loved it. Though his alt mode didn't travel well on icy roads and hazardous mudslides, he preferred to sit back and watch the world cleanse itself. Rain sparkled on his chassis where he had left the base and ventured to his favorite hiding spot. He felt the soft tickles of earthen tears fall from his person and land in the quiet den of the alcove.
It had been raining for several hours, and the forecast had called for the storm to end soon. The rain alternated between gentle patters and torrential downpours. The Autobots had already been called out twice to deal with flooding zones. But Sideswipe had been serving monitor duty, a task he usually abhorred, but during the rain storms, he enjoyed it. Because he knew as soon as he was relieved, his duties were finished for the day. He was allowed to venture to his quiet domain and observe the organic world he now inhabited.
He could never talk about such thing with Sunstreaker. Everything about Earth made the vain mech hiss and growl, complaints becoming so tedious Sideswipe lost interest long ago. There were others he considered his friends. But none of those relationships were deep enough to reflect on the life of the planet and on the changed world they had left behind.
Sideswipe released a heavy ex-vent, dispelling all the heat and frustration that had accumulated since the last time he was granted such peace. Occasionally a stray sense of anger or triumph would cross his spark, but they were easily explained as Sunstreaker engaged in his art therapy.
He inhaled slow and long, pulling in the heavy draught of rain soaked earth and the wonderful scents that traveled on the wind and water. There was nothing quiet like a thunderstorm on Earth. The lightning had faded into the distance, taking the thunder with it, though a low rumble would sound in the distance, accenting the tinkling rhythm of the rain. Sideswipe calculated this will be the last storm and he was glad of the peace it offered. Knowing he had limited time, Sideswipe turned off his comm., but kept his locator beacon active, unless Red Alert freak out and deem him a Con sympathizer.
Again.
Fragging outdated scrap. Sideswipe snorted at the thought of Red Alert being considered 'outdated', seeing how there was barely an orn difference between them. He never thought he would be considered an older model. Sunstreaker would most certainly self terminate than to think himself other than modern perfection.
Sideswipe sighed, staring out across the mountains, watching as their faces stayed hidden in shadow from the rain. How could he be considered an 'older model'? Granted there were very few new designs since the war had ravaged their planet. Factories were shut down or upgraded to produce parts and alloys that could be utilized by the soldiers. When the Earth crew first met Ultra Magnus and his crew, Sideswipe had overheard some of their titles for the Earth bound mechs.
They were laughed at and called 'cumbersome' and 'outdated.'
A small mech, too wired up for his own good, mentioned that the Earth bound models should consider themselves antiques, and that it was a shame there weren't factories to make replacement parts for them anymore. A brash mech had answered him about proposing those mechs 'retire' and donate their parts to the next generation. He had boasted about how the new generation were going to fix things and how they were going to make everything right again. It was the antiquated models that had caused all the problems to begin with. If they were gone, then there wouldn't be such hardships on the rest of the population.
Sideswipe wanted to purge upon hearing that conversation. He never mentioned it to Prime or any of the senior officers. He never even told Sunstreaker. Most bots were happy to make contact with home, even if they didn't recognize the new faces that filled the ranks.
Thunder rolled in the distance, offering a heavenly goodbye to one of its more appreciative observers. Sideswipe watched the rain fall in a waving pattern, the tiny droplets working together to soak the earth below and offer relief from the mild heat wave of the last week. The snowy caps of the mountains glistened like diamonds, granting their treasures to the alien who admired their crowns from afar.
Sideswipe considered Earth his new home. Sure it lacked the towering spires of Cybertron, and the heavy metals used in construction and replacement parts, but Earth had better qualities than that to offer.
There were unlimited highways, most of them well maintained. Fast alt modes, different racing mediums, plenty of company if one wanted it, plenty of open spaces for those who required solitude, wonderful music, excellent solvents and waxes and facilities that catered to expensive vehicles. There was unlimited fuel and an abundance of parts that could be specially formatted for certain frame types.
The rain slacked, a light mist spreading across the horizon, dusting everything with soft, metallic gray.
And Earth had climate. There were changes in seasons, temperatures, terrain, and even road hazards shifted in a changing tide. Earth was always in motion, one moment bleeding into the next and offering a whole new world of experience.
Unlike Cybertron, with its cold atmosphere, acid rain, and scalding lower levels that were dangerous to several frame types. Cybertron had become inhospitable, both in population and in environment. Sideswipe was positive he didn't want to go back. He didn't want to be part of an army who would rather look at him with sympathy and want to use him as spare parts. He had earned his life many times over, fighting for those very young sparks who deemed themselves fit to lead the world.
As if in omen, the sky cleared and a ray of sunlight split the heavens, shining through the mist. A rainbow appeared, smiling at its witness as it lit up the sky in a prism that spanned the horizon. Sideswipe smiled, his optics zooming in to view the tiny crystalline masterpieces that scattered across the heavens. The colors bled perfectly into one another, making it almost impossible to categorize them into definite hues. The pallet of the Earth was expansive, far better than anything Cybertron had to offer, barring the Crystal Gardens of Praxus, before they were destroyed. Now their colors were just as dull and lifeless as the planet itself.
Sideswipe sat and stared at the natural phenomena, watching as one rainbow became two, tying a bow around the world and presenting it to the mechanical beings who now called Earth their home. The myriad of hues never ceased to amaze Sideswipe, having gained his favor the first time he ever witnessed the aftermath of a terrestrial rain. Rainbows never formed on Cybertron. There were no colors to paint the sky and brighten the world below.
The ruby Lamborghini drank it all in, opening his vents and pulling in heavy gusts of rain soaked air, allowing it to caress his spark and clear his processor. There was nothing like the sights and smells after a rain. And Sideswipe wouldn't give up these tender moments for all the energon in the galaxy. Sideswipe decided to stay on Earth, and experience as many as its moments as possible.
The sky faded from silver gray to powder blue, taking the rainbows away. Sideswipe smiled, his spark feeling elated, his processor humming with pleasant distraction. With his spiritual batteries renewed, he climbed down from his perch and headed back home, grateful to the Earth for the quiet breath of release it offered as a war torn spark paused for a moment, just to witness its wonders.
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Reviews would be LOVED! I'm really hoping to hit 200 reviews! I've never had so many and I think it would be awesome to reach that milestone. And I honestly love hearing what was your favorite part/line because there are a quite a few that have had me laughing so hard, my ribs hurt. I don't even know what's coming out of my fingers until I read it on the page and then I just roll my eyes because its like the twins are doing a mind whammy on me. Jedi Autobots… snort
I've been trying to get a good mix of topics, genres, and entertaining scenarios, all while dealing with the twins names, and its hard folks. But its SOOO worth it when I hear about much the chapters were enjoyed.
As always, any suggestions are welcome I just ask for some time so I can think of a fitting title and hopefully come up with a story you had in mind.
