Request fic from Prowls little angel. I hope its up to your expectations. And I can't seem to keep the red fragger out of the high grade! Well, hopefully, this little incident will teach him a lesson. And we can enjoy his hijinks when he's not hammered off his aft.

Oh a side note (snickers) I missed my Anniversary for this fic! *gasps* Its hard to believe its been over a year. Wow... I'm just... Gosh... I'm just honored that the story has so well received and that there are those who still follow and enjoy my insanity.

THANK YOU!

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"SIDESWIPE!" the name rang out from a very disgruntled mech. The cacophony of his noise was soon drowning out the groans, moans, and threats of the crew, who nursed aching processors and fitful tanks. When the rare party was allowed, the mechs overindulged. And with their exercise into inebriation, there came the inevitable after effects. Audios rang in a symphony of resounding beats and irritating pulses that somehow found the right frequency to grate on a mechs nerve center.

"What the slag?" Someone yelled in alarm.

Groans chorused again, this time, having a reason for that particular tone of voice.

Sideswipe was at it again.

"That fragger!" someone shouted, stumbling from the dazed and confused arms of their comrade and directing his uneven step toward the exit of the unfortunate bots quarters.

Bots exited someone else's quarters, rubbing their helms and heading toward the Command Hub, where Sideswipe was scheduled for the morning shift at the monitors. With an assortment of mechs greeting each other in gruff growls and disoriented huffs, they stalked as a mad mob toward their victim, every intention of ganging up on him. If there was enough mechs, and they were quick enough, they may get away with murder. Several gained the Command Center and scanned the room with bleary optics, looking for their target.

"SIDESWIPE!" a voice thundered throughout the base, causing everyone to stall and glance around, expecting to see the pit maker come to deliver his judgment upon their guilty helms.

Time stopped. Even the monitors in the command hub were quiet. No one dared to break the silence. Just as the spell was cast, there came the booming footfalls of one very pissed of mech.

When Prime first burst into the Command Hub, one would assume he was preparing to face down Megatron to the death. Not that he wasn't currently searching for his target to unleash an unholy pit upon. Pity the mech to face his wrath.

Prime's optics darted to the monitor bank, but instead of seeing Sideswipe's ruby colored armor, there was a golden ray of sunshine sitting in the seat.

"Sunstreaker?" Prime barked, causing the handful of newly arriving mechs to jump, both from his tone and from the painful dissonance from his voice. Sunstreaker didn't even flinch.

"Yeah?' Sunstreaker asked without looking to his commander. He had a feeling what had crawled up Prime's tailpipe and died.

"Where is your brother?" Prime asked, coming to stand directly behind the golden warrior who seemed immune to the murder lurking in the air.

"Who knows where my lush of a brother has hidden himself," Sunstreaker said turning bored optics from the screen and emitting a startled gasp.

Prime's chest plates proudly proclaimed 'Elita isn't the only ONE', while his interface panel declared, 'I'm PRIME for a reason', with a rather crude painting of a spike down the right thigh.

"I suggest you find out where your twin is currently located, " Prowl added having joined the duo unnoticed. Sunstreaker looked to his favorite antagonist and couldn't stop the laugh. Prowls' body was painted in bright red lips, with the connotation 'Jazz was here… and here… and here… and here.'

All over his body.

Sunstreaker looked back to the monitors, trying to suppress his laughter, but his shoulder shook with the effort. It was then that Prowl noticed the feed on the screens and let out an angered puff through his vents.

"Let me guess, Sideswipe has sabotaged the monitors?" Prowl asked, his doorwings hitching as his anger was brought to a simmer.

"I've been trying to break the loop but I'm having difficulty," Sunstreaker admitted, typing in a series of command codes, but Tele-Tran refused to cooperate.

Ironhide came storming in, his growl reaching the audios of the three mechs before to announce his arrival.

"Sunstreaker? Where's your idiot twin?" Ironhide barked.

"I don't know," Sunstreaker said, finding the whole scene to be hilarious. He sent up a redundant program to record on the still functioning cameras. This was black mail for the ages! "He asked me to cover his shift this morning. I'm guessing he got over energized and passed out somewhere."

"You wait until I find the slagger," Ironhide snarled, earning a defensive reaction from Sunstreaker. He may not agree with his twin on some aspects, but he'd be slagged if he allowed anyone else to beat on his brother. That was reserved for only Sunstreaker.

Too bad Sunstreaker couldn't keep a straight face upon seeing Ironhide's message. Ironhide's chassis was painted with feminine curves while his interface panel bore the message 'Chromia's bitch.'

One by one, mechs filtered into the command center. Most staggered, each grasping their aching helms and wondering who let Omega Supreme sit on them. Whatever the twins had brewed into the new mix of high grade, it sure packed a punch.

Hound wore a sign in black lettering 'I love to do it in the mud.'

Mirage sported an epithet that read, 'I'm so uptight, my aft plates squeak.'

Jazz declared, 'Doorwings make me hot.'

That particular message caused Prowl to go from simmering to a full boil.

Bluestreak was peering sleepy optic to the others who smirked. It took him a moment to read the declaration of 'This mouth can do more than just talk.'

After the message sunk in, he ran from the room bleating like an injured sparkling.

Gears scowled at everyone's personal jibes against their personalities and 'prowess'… his own sign merely warned people 'If you see me coming, run the other direction.' Though he felt comforted by the fact he didn't have vulgar graffiti like the others, he still felt slighted that he didn't get considered for such

"I'm going to kill your brother," Smokescreen said, his arm draped over his chassis to hide the decree 'Check out the rack, Boys'.

"Get in line," Sunstreaker grunted, unperturbed by the looks he was receiving on his brothers behalf.

"Prime, something has to be done about this childish behavior," Prowl said, ignoring the snickers as everyone's attention focused to his own body art. Jazz was snickering, then puckering his lip components and sending mock kisses toward the other black and white, earning even more laughter. The chuckles turned into groans as helms pounded and tanks threatened to empty.

"I agree," Smokescreen said, standing beside his brethren in a show of a united front. He waited until Prowl's attention was on Prime before lowering his arm and comparing their chassis. Prowl noticed the action, and gave his fellow Praxian a death glare.

"This has gone from childish fun to physiological torture," Smokescreen added, snapping out of his daze and focusing on the task at hand.

"Agreed,' said Prime, turning from his two fuming officers to the silent frontline mech. "Sunstreaker, where is Sideswipe?"

"I'm right here," Sideswipe said, his voice sounding just as gruff and confused as everyone else's. When everyone turned at the sound of his voice, furious retribution instantly died down and was replaced with confused incredulity.

Sideswipe helm was labeled, 'EMPTY' and on his interface panel, it read, 'Here too.'

"What's… going ….on?" Sideswipe asked, just noticing the graffiti that adorned his fellow Autobots. He quickly looked to his own chassis in fear, and when he realized what was on his interface panel, he spun Huffer around to use his mirrors. With a groan he closed his optics.

"Very funny," Sideswipe said, though his voice lacked any humor.

"You didn't do this?" Ironhide asked, stalking toward the twitching Lamborghini.

"How could I have done this?" Sideswipe said, giving the weapons specialist an exasperated look. "I've been unconscious."

"Could have done it sleepwalking,' Ratchet said, glowering over his painted windshield that said, 'Forget the wrench. Screw this!'

"Did you do this?" Jazz asked, finding the paint to be resistant to being scratched off. Apparently it was going to take more than just a few flicks of fingers to erase the messages.

"What? No!...but I wouldn't mind taking the credit. This is primo work. Wish I would have thought of this earlier." Sideswipe admitted, looking around to the irrated mechs and their insightful proclamations.

"Right," Ironhide sighed. Leave it to Sideswipe to want to take responsibility for someone else's prank. If it was good, he'd take the fall, regardless. He was an idiot that way.

"Leave it to Sideswipe to find this crude defacing of bodies and personal space to be commendable." Prowl offered, scratching at his own painted sign. He wondered what was in it to cause it to itch so much.

"Idiot," Ironhide muttered, earning a cross look from Sideswipe.

"Prime!" Red Alert shouted, entering the room at a dead run and nearly colliding with his intended audience.

No one could hold back the snickers as Red's graffiti declared, 'I'm smoking hot and in need of a big hose.'

"We are aware of the situation, Red Alert," Prime said, halting the sputtering mech's speech. "We are trying to ascertain the culprit."

"That's easy," Red Alert spat, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "It was Sideswipe."

"Sorry, bro, but it wasn't me,' Sideswipe said, noting how Sunstreaker frowned at the familiar designation for one of their biggest rivals.

Red Alert turned livid optics to his greatest threat to security, when he faltered, noting Sideswipe also bore crude graffiti. The chances of Sideswipe pranking himself were astronomical, so that eliminated that possibility. Red went to the main monitor, his hands brushing Sunstreaker's aside to type in the override codes on the now inactive security monitors.

Sunstreaker offered a low growl but pushed away from the monitor. He knew Red Alert was focused on the task of finding the culprit. Since Sunstreaker couldn't hack the code, he had a feeling that Red Alert could. He was a paranoid glitch, but he was good at his job.

"It appears that only the internal cameras were made inoperable," Red Alert said, his hands flying over the keyboard and inserting codes so fast it was hard to decipher them. Sunstreaker stared at the screen, his processor zeroed in on the lines of code used to hack and retrace the system. Red Alert was so caught up in his investigation, he didn't notice his astute audience.

"So there hasn't been a perimeter breach?" Prowl asked, joining the white Lamborghini at the consol.

"According to the logs, it's been quiet," Red Alert stated, trying redundancy programs to bring up crucial information. "But we can't be sure until I run a system wide scan and dump and reconfigure the input data time stamps."

"Sounds painful," Sideswipe said, his hand absently rubbing his midsection to order to ease the rumbling of his tank.

"I'll find the culprit, believe me," Red Alert promised the room at large. Several mechs excused themselves to head to the washracks and remove the evidence of someone's jovial mood.

"Am I free to go?" Sunstreaker asked, stretching and hearing several pops in his frame. "I've been at the monitors all night while you ingrates celebrated and I'm in need of a decent charge."

Prowl skimmed the duty logs and sure enough, Sunstreaker had been on monitor duty since the evening shift mechs had left to attend Jazz's most recent party. Sideswipe was supposed to relieve Sunstreaker, but with the red warrior currently leaning toward the trash can, there was a chance he wasn't going to be fit to perform his shift.

"Go ahead," Prowl said, nodding toward the door. "You are dismissed."

Sunstreaker rose from his chair and stepped toward the exit before Red Alert halted his progress.

"You were at the monitors all night?" Red Alert asked, his gaze still focused on the screen and trying to break its looping cycle.

"Yeah," Sunstreaker admitted.

"And you didn't see anything?"

"No. As soon as I got here, I stared at the boring screens," Sunstreaker said, hearing his berth calling his designation with a sweet lilt.

"And you didn't notice they had been playing on a loop?" Red Alert asked, pulling his gaze away to stare at the golden mech with a hard, cruel look.

Sunstreaker instantly riled, his optics narrowing at the silent posturing. Insinuation was a good way to get yourself slagged.

"I didn't know about the looping program until morning, when I noticed no activity in the halls," Sunstreaker said, his armor puffing up in superior display. He may be the same build as the Security Director, but Red Alert was outmatched in strength, endurance and skill.

Red Alert didn't say another word as he turned back to the monitor and tried another code to break through. He knew when Sunstreaker started to get that look that it was time to mute your vocalizer lest he hand it to you when you regained consciousness in the medical ward a week later.

Just when Sunstreaker made it to the door several things happened at once. First, shouts echoed down the hall from the washracks. Second, the comm. link was filled with protesting mechs informing their comrades that the black paint adorning their frames had been mixed with an adhesive. A permanent adhesive. To remove their personal messages, they would have to strip down to the primer and reapply their paint schemes. Third, Red Alert bypassed the system and found that the cameras had been sabotaged internally at a backup terminal. And the security code used to initiate the loop had been Prime's own. Red Alert turned to interrogate Prime, Prowl and Jazz jumped to their leader's defense, Ironhide thundered above the din and Sideswipe felt a most curious sensation.

Giddiness. With a strange tinge that made his circuits itch.

He turned curious optics to his twin, questions flooding their link, his expression neutral.

Sunstreaker quirked one optic ridge and gave a barely perceived jerk of his head toward the command staff who were bickering like younglings. He rolled his optics, showing his annoyance at the idiocy and childishness displayed by their own mature commanders. It was funny about how the senior officers lectured about maturity and respect when they were acting like the very soldiers they chastised.

Sideswipe snickered too, hearing Red Alert flat out accuse Prime of manipulating the cameras so he could enact his 'diabolical scheme.' A shouting match ensued, following Sunstreaker's audios down the hall and only being muffled by the closing of his door.

For the first time in a long time, Sunstreaker laughed, doubling over and grabbing his midsection as his transformation seams threatened to rupture. He heard Sideswipe yelling down the hall about the most recent prank not being his fault, followed by thunderous bellows from the other half of the crew who just awoke from their drunken stupor. Apparently Sideswipe was headed for the smelter. And by his high pitched screaming, his comrades in arms were about to catch him.

Sunstreaker chuckled, extending his hands and taking in the thin, delicate, artistic fingers. A smudge of black paint was on his left knuckles, blending into the natural scheme of his frame. With a devilish smirk, he wiped off the incriminating evidence and stretched out on his berth, ready to enjoy some peace and solitude from his conniving twin.

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I admit, I've done some crazy things to get peace and quiet, but not quite this drastic. As someone who *rarely* pulls pranks, and takes things rather seriously, its extremely difficult for me to concoct these little pranks and figure out how to pull them off and their possible consequences. I hope I don't beat anyone over the head with them and I hope I don't come up with something that someone else has already done. As I have mentioned before, due to Real Life, I don't read a lot on the site and I don't keep track of what other authors are doing. I write my own thing and post, hoping to entertain and possibly to make one think.

And there is a bit of a hitch, dear readers. Apparently I've been remiss on titles for sweet, innocent little Sunstreaker. I tend to label a LOT of my chapters after Sideswipe and Sunny has been neglected. My ratio at the moment is 2:1 to Sideswipe. I feel I cant let that gorgeous mech down, so I ask if anyone has any possible title I could use or haven't thought of. If its already been scribbled out, I'll let you know, but with over 40 possible chapter titles, its difficult to find titles to fit certain ideas/scenes, so any possible help would be greatly appreciated.

Love as always from a tickled author and two Lamborghinis.