Road Side Assistance
AN: Location is fiction. So no one get any ideas of going to Oregon to find it.
AN2: Just some random silliness. Gosh you guys! 380 reviews?! *faints* I honestly didn't think I'd get THAT high. Its just… amazing! Fantastic! Inspiring! Hence why/how I was able to get another chapter finished so quickly.
Also, Morrigayn DeWyvern should be thanked for making a pact with me to get at least one chapter finished. Ya'll should go check out her work! Be warned, its not cute/crack/fluffy, but definitely worth the read!
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"This is all your fault," Sunstreaker snapped, arms crossed over his chassis.
"How is it my fault?" Sideswipe countered, his middle finger extended toward traffic.
Several motorists honked and shouted, some even returning the gesture. Sideswipe frowned, wondering why no one seemed to have a positive reaction to the gesture. Humans did it all the time as a ritual sign of greeting or requiring assistance.
"And you're doing it wrong," Sunstreaker snapped. "You are supposed to use your thumb and point it in the direction you want to go."
Sideswipe's brow ridge arched as he thought, then lowered his middle finger, stuck out his thumb and turned pointing away from traffic, his thumb held in front of him and showing the direction he wanted to go. He looked like an artist lining up a horizon sketch.
"If you hadn't insisted we take that detour…." Sunstreaker snarled, his anger rising. He slapped his brother's hand and spun him around to face the oncoming traffic. "You stand facing the traffic and point your thumb OVER your shoulder! Idiot!"
"How do you know?" Sideswipe retorted, slapping his brother in return.
"Television programs," Sunstreaker jeered, giving his brother an incredulous look. "And why am I letting you do this? I would have a better chance at getting noticed."
"Yeah right!" Sideswipe snorted, waving to traffic and earning a few beeps in recognition.
"And you think you'll get attention faster than me?" Sunstreaker asked incredulously.
"We're twins, idiot," Sideswipe retorted, trying to wave at traffic. People swerved around them, but any actual confrontation was avoided, and by the scared looks on the human faces, no one was going to be offering assistance anytime soon. No one pulled over to ask the wayward bots if they needed help. Apparently the alien allies were nice to look at, but people were still scared to come to near in fear of the giant beings.
"Yeah, but even blind humans can see which of us is best."
"This isn't working." Sideswipe sighed, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"Let me try," Sunstreaker gave one of his rare smiles. It was sad he didn't smile more often, because it only enhanced his beauty. The perpetual scowl only gave him a dark aura, adding to his mystery.
"If you think you can," Sideswipe snorted, going to the side to watch his twin at work.
Sunstreaker stood by the side of the road, watching the oncoming cars, his optics darting to family sedan to utility vehicle. He remained motionless for a long moment, studying the road. Then a sporty car came flying up the highway, barreling down the road in the fast lane, honking at the slower drivers. Sunstreaker allowed a small curl of his lip before stepping to the middle of the highway. He angled his leg out slightly, his fingers skirting the edges of his upper thigh and gently lifted the edges to reveal the shiny platinum of his protoform.
All cars on the highway stopped.
Sideswipe stood agape.
Sunstreaker looked over his shoulder, giving his twin a cheeky look. "Sometimes you have to show a little undercarriage."
Sideswipe shook his head. "You're such a whore."
"I'm not a whore," Sunstreaker said, ignoring the humans now shouting at the duo for their attention. "I'm a tease."
"Right," Sideswipe nodded, going to a pretty femme that had been driving the flashy sports car. "Tracks is the whore."
"Slagging right," Sunstreaker said, carefully smoothing his plating and giving it an extra buff, just to make it shine.
"Excuse me, Miss, but do you have a car phone we could use?" Sideswipe asked in a polite and devilishly handsome way. "We had an accident and need to call home."
"Uhmm…. Sure?" The woman said, fumbling with the telephone mounted on the dashboard.
"It's a local call," Sideswipe added, flashing a dangerously wicked smile that had the human femme smiling in appraisal.
Sideswipe easily connected to the device and dialed the Autobots number, silently grateful the humans had given them a contact number for emergencies.
"Red? It's Sideswipe," he said, hearing the twitchy mechs voice answer. The call was full of static, though a lot of the noise could be blamed on the mech answering the call. "We had a bit of an accident and need the Doc Bot. Can you send Ratchet to," Sideswipe rose up, looking around and found a green marker, "Highway fifty-six, just after the one ten marker?"
The femme driving the sports car looked to Sunstreaker, her human eyes glittering with the sparkling gold. She smiled, seeing the 'Lamborghini' stamp of his alt mode. When she saw Sunstreaker's face, she gasped in both fear and awe. He was gorgeous, but also glaring in a deadly way that made her blood freeze in her veins.
"Thanks, Red," Sideswipe said, removing his connection to the car phone. He turned to his twin, "Help is on its way."
"Joy," Sunstreaker muttered, drifting to the edge of the road and away from the gawking human femme. Something about the twinkle in her optics unnerved him. She looked like she wanted to either talk to him, or touch him. He wasn't fond of either idea.
"Thank you, Miss," Sideswipe said and joined his twin, hearing the roar of traffic start to flow once again. He leaned against his brother, bumping shoulders. "That human looked like she wanted to eat you or drive you."
Sunstreaker gave a shudder. "Not going to happen."
"Well, you have to admit," Sideswipe said, waiting until his brother locked optics with him. "She has excellent taste."
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Remember back in the day when the 'in' thing was to have a car phone and only the wealthy/expensive cars had them?
I really don't know what was wrong with the twins. They wouldn't tell me. I just know that their communicators were non-operational and their tires were flat. And its not like one would abandon the other. Nor could they actually ride IN a car to get back to base. The only way they could use a regular car for 'transport' would be to place their pedes on the car and use them as roller skates. :D
