BLINDSIDED
AN: A short one! *gasp* That doesn't happen very often. I swear that I'm working on the requests! Honest! Its just hard to keep these stories in order, keep them original, and alternate their names for titles. Next one will be a request! Promise!
Starfire201- No, never believe the twins are 'innocent' in any endeavor. They always have an ulterior motive.
CRAZY little Dragon- Yes, Prowl doesn't quite understand that he's their moral compass and I'm hoping he doesn't crash when the reality finally sinks in. ;)
Kimmie98- Yes, Even PRIME gets drunk. He may be the leader but he wants all his soldiers to view him as an equal, someone they can trust and feel free to be themselves. It's a bit of camaraderie and I think a lot of fics lack that. And the twins didn't spike Prowl's drink. Prowl just grabbed the nearest cube after his own 'regular' grade and he didn't realize WHAT he was drinking. Its like when you get into a conversation with someone and you get so into it, that you don't realize what you're doing until you've eaten an entire plate of brownies. *guilty look*
StarLitDawn- Thanks! Hope this chapter makes ya aft fall off! Mine fell off where I realized where this fic was going.
AD Axel- Prowl would most definitely have LESS med ward visits, less processor damage, and his doorwings wouldn't have that twitch. ;)
Prowls-little-angel- Tickled! Blackmail is being brought by a golden 'messenger'. Try not to wear his tires off. *winkwink*
Lambor Terror Lep- Jazz may be playful and sneaky, but he has a deep intelligence and knows how to label things. ;) He's accurate, but snarky. And the twins never do anything without an ulterior motive.
SEZwho94- I explain about Sunny getting drunk in another chapter I'm working on. And I think that he usually doesn't get drunk, simply because, I agree, its just above him. SOMETIMES though he just lets go, as we all do to some degree. And it always bothers me that some authors hint around to things but never explain the reasoning or the consequences. I try to avoid that in my stories but sometimes something slips through. Which is why I always ask for feedback because sometimes I miss things.
Bluebird Soaring- Gosh! Thank you so much! I'm glad you found and enjoy my little 'insights' into the troublesome duo. *blush* I'm thrilled you like the different nuances I try to incorporate. Not a lot of authors show the complexities between the two and they have so many dynamics that should be explored. And I don't think Prowl was thinking he could take on the Cons by himself. It was more of a 'whose still standing to help me?' type situation. I figure there were a few bots who were watching monitors or something, but they'd be tired and just want to crash, or maybe the automated system was on. Who knows?
Blitz-Krazi-1- *nods* What can I say? The Earth loves the twins too. ;) I hope I can keep entertaining without being repetitive or redundant. That always hangs in the back of mind every chapter I write.
DitzyMusicLover- Yeah, parents nowadays just let their kids run wild. If they aren't careful, we'll have a society full of Sunstreakers… and NOT the 'good' version. And yes Prowl will see them differently and I have a couple upcoming chapters I'm working on where they will see each other in a whole new light. And I'm sorry, but I don't know what a 'jigglypuff' is. If it's a hot Lamborghini who wiggles his aft in a delicious way… then I see the similarities. LOL
Hope everyone enjoys this chapter! It was a hoot to write!
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"Sunstreaker, you have a delivery," Red Alert said. His voice sounded…. odd. "It's in my office."
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Sunstreaker growled, abandoning his energon cube and striding between the mingling bots. He didn't have to yell for them to move. They saw his golden visage and made a slow part, allowing the temperamental mech passage.
Red Alert greeted him by the door, performing a suicidal move, blocking the warrior's retreat. "Is there an issue that Prime should be made aware?"
Sunstreaker halted his advance, his fists clenching. He didn't like to be challenged. It usually ended up with his opponent on the floor. "What are you talking about?"
"If not Prime, then perhaps Ratchet?" Red Alert said, and when Sunstreaker looked into the paranoid bots optics, there was genuine concern. The look was enough to halt Sunstreaker's violent reprimand.
"Why would I need to speak to Ratchet?" Sunstreaker asked in a slow, suspicious voice.
"If you have any questions or feel like you need to talk," Red Alert said, now giving the impression of being very uncomfortable, his cheek plates heating. "I mean, I'm not judging you and you are an adult and may do what you please, but I'm responsible for the safety of the crew, even if it's to save them from themselves."
"What are you babbling about?" Sunstreaker asked, intrigued and slightly annoyed. "You sound like Bluestreak."
At the mention of his name, Bluestreak turned and gave a questionable look, to which Sunstreaker offered a sneer in reply. The young Praxian gave a half smile and returned to his conversation with Wheeljack and Mirage.
"Well, I'm not qualified in such fields, but your actions has raised my concern, and in turn, I've had to notify the appropriate mechs," Red Alert said, now fidgeting and darting his optics around as if suspecting someone of overhearing.
"Notify them of what?" Sunstreaker asked, his annoyance morphing into anger.
Sideswipe felt the dark thrum in his spark and left a very puzzled Trailbreaker and Hound, his pedes taking him toward his brother who was stationed at the door blocked by Red Alert. Sideswipe mentally chided the security director, knowing that was a bad position for the white Lamborghini to be in.
When Red Alert noticed Sideswipe's presence he nodded toward the red twin. "I don't know what you do in your own time, but just so you know, Ratchet has been notified and expects your visit."
"Why would Sunny need to go see Ratchet?" Sideswipe asked, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder in a silent gesture to calm the violent mech. He felt the golden plating vibrate under his hand.
Sunstreaker growled at the nickname. His voice was harsh when he spoke. "That's what I'm trying to find out!"
"Smokescreen has experience in this type of situation, I believe," Red Alert said in a thoughtful way, his cheek plates still flushed with a steely hue. "Just… whatever is comfortable for you."
With a nervous squeak he turned and made for Inferno and Powerglide, who were having a spirited conversation about the recent forest fires.
"What is up with that paranoid fragger?" Sideswipe asked, staring after the security mech.
"Needs a good frag," Sunstreaker sneered before shrugging his brother's hand away and leaving the rec room.
"Where are you going?" Sideswipe asked, knowing full well his brother hadn't ingested enough fuel for the upcoming hours of patrol they were scheduled for.
"The Twitchy One said I had a package," Sunstreaker said, stalking toward the security room. Red Alert had the room locked and believed the twins wouldn't be able to get in without his security codes, but he didn't know they had the codes for all the Command Staff. NO where was off limits to them.
"Oh, what did you order?" Sideswipe asked, keeping stride and feeling the angered pulse slip away to become a pleasing wave. "New paints?"
"New joint additives," Sunstreaker corrected, punching in Prowl's code and stepping through the door when it opened. "Found them in a magazine. Supposed to improve mobility and flexibility and enhance performance."
"Oh?" Sideswipe asked, now intrigued.
Sunstreaker found the package sitting on Red Alert's desk. With a smile he thrust his hand into the opened box and ripped out the packing materials, letting it fall haphazardly around the room. Its not like it was his office. It took a moment of searching through the packing materials, and when he found his prize, he extracted them from the box. Several small bottles were held in his hand. He frowned at them, thinking they would be bigger. They looked bigger in the magazine.
"Maybe it's a new lubricant that doesn't require excessive amounts?" Sunstreaker said thoughtfully, turning the little bottles over. The contents shifted, bubbles dotting their forms like frozen champagne.
Sideswipe had picked up the discarded paper and looked at the label. He frowned, then snickered. A piece of paper peeked from the box and he grabbed it up, scanning over its contents with barely suppressed laughter.
"What is so funny?" Sunstreaker demanded.
"This isn't a lubricant for your joints," Sideswipe said, holding up the packing slip from an infamous adult store. "It's for humans."
Sunstreaker gave his brother a questionable stare, his brow plates drawing down in confusion. "But, humans don't have mechanical parts. They don't require lubrication."
"They do for interfacing," Sideswipe said, having already scoured Earth's cultures. He had laughed himself off line the first time he read that humans needed lubrication to mate. He imagined they squeaked when they rubbed their components together.
"What?" Sunstreaker asked, slack jawed. He just knew his brother was playing a joke. He had to be. It was too surreal to be the truth.
"They require a lube when they interface," Sideswipe said, holding back his giggles and nodding toward the collection of bottles in his brother's hand. "It does improve performance, and also allows their interface components to go together without damage from heat or friction."
"But they don't have…." Sunstreaker trailed off, confusion written all over his face.
"It slicks their interface equipment and supposed to enhance pleasure," Sideswipe said, finding his internals hurting from the force of holding back his laughter. If he lost control now, Sunstreaker would beat him senseless. He didn't like being thought a fool.
"How would you know?" Sunstreaker asked, feeling riled at the thought he didn't know this bit of information. Truthfully, he never researched human interfacing. Too disgusting.
"Sparkplug has a collection of human interface manuals that shows all the parts and how they fit together," Sideswipe said, remembering the revulsion he felt at seeing the 'hidden' parts of the human anatomy. Thank Primus they were hidden. They were rather hideous looking.
Sunstreaker let out a miserable sigh. "So much for extended performance and guaranteed satisfaction."
"So, are you going to send them back?" Sideswipe asked, already guessing the answer. He barked in surprise when Sunstreaker spoke.
"No. I'm keeping them," Sunstreaker said, placing the bottles in his subspace.
"What? Why?" Sideswipe asked, giving his brother a crooked grin. "Plan on seducing a human and putting it to use?"
"Don't be crass," Sunstreaker said, heading for the door. "I'm going to use them to terrify Ratchet and Smokescreen. See how flustered I can get them before they break."
"Oh, my dear brother, I love the way you process!" Sideswipe crowed, following his twin out the door. "And after they break? You going after the rest of the crew too? Maybe I should order some?"
"After Ratchet and Smokescreen learn their lesson, then we will devise a plan that will not only make our comrades fear us, but the Decepticons as well," Sunstreaker extracted a bottle and smiled in a devilish way that sent chills along Sideswipe's spinal strut.
Sideswipe cackled with glee, clapping his brother on the shoulder and taking their final steps toward med bay. "Have I told you lately that I love you?"
Sunstreaker shook the bottle, something labeled Tongue Tingling Tangelo and gave his brother a smirk that was illegal on Cybertron. "Don't say things like that while I'm holding lube."
Sideswipe's laughter followed the twins inside where Ratchet was no doubt preparing for what he believed to be a very difficult and uncomfortable talk about interspecies mating and safety protocols.
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Yes, Sideswipe looked at Sparkplugs girly magazines. The internet wasn't something that was popular back in the 80s, most people weren't able to afford a computer, let alone know the difference between 'dial up' and 'broadband.' So, it was an old school education for Siders.
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