TIME MEASUREMENTS:

Astrosecond: .5 seconds

Nano-klik: 1 second

Klik: 1 minute

Breem: 8 minutes

Cycle: 24 hours (one day)

Deca-cycle: 4 weeks (one month)

Mega-cycle: 96 hours (four days)

Meta-cycle: 12 months (one year)

Stellar Cycle: 6 months

Vorn: 83 years

Mega-vorn: 83,000 years (1000 vorns)

60 mega-vorns: 4,980,000years

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Sunstreaker transformed down into his Lamborghini form, noticing as the sparkling was relocated into his passenger seat thanks to the transformation. He sped away from the site he had located the sparkling and reached for his comm.

~Sunstreaker to Ratchet.~

~Sunstreaker! Care to tell me why I have your twin in here insisting that something is wrong with you?~

Sunstreaker could feel the worry over the Twin Bond he shared with Sideswipe, but his instincts, Battle Computer, and Gladiator Programs were all working together to point out the risks of taking his attention off his surroundings for any length of time. He had no idea how long the sparkling had been sending out that distress signal after all, nor who had picked it up before he got there.

He didn't even like talking to Ratchet- but the sparkling was injured and Sunstreaker would see to it that the sparkling could be looked after as soon as he arrived.

~It isn't me Ratchet. Prepare the med bay for incoming.~ He didn't want to tell Ratchet what sort of incoming over the comm. Just in case…not to mention that he knew no one would believe he had a sparkling without actually seeing him. Not with 60 mega-vorns between the last sparkling and now.

Ratchet's voice became sharp and serious as he asked ~How badly injured?~

Sunstreaker remembered the numerous injuries he had spotted on the tiny frame and he had to wrestle with his Gladiator Program for a moment as it insisted he murder whatever or whoever had caused them. ~…bad.~

Ratchet made a wordless noise that acknowledged his answer and also conveyed worry. Sunstreaker had been in the medic's servos often enough to recognize it for what it was. He sped up, his sensors cranked up as sensitive as he could make them. He would not see the sparkling damaged any more than he already was, especially while on his watch.

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Harry crooned in sleepy excitement from his place in the passenger's seat. He had no idea how the being had turned into a car, but it was a fast car and Harry was loving it. As the golden being drifted around a corner, and the seatbelt that had automatically clipped over him tightened, Harry squeaked happily, clapping his hands clumsily.

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Even as focused and worried as Sunstreaker was having the sparkling out of the base, he couldn't quite help the happy little smug rev of his engine as the sparkling squeaked and clapped his hands in response to Sunny's driving.

Without thinking, Sunstreaker made a mental note to take the sparkling out driving after he was alright.

He could feel Sideswipe's mental presence pressing against the door between their minds, and he knew his twin was probably prowling around the base like an earth-panther scaring Autobots and humans alike. (Sunny was aware that his own feelings- the hyperawareness, the worry, the rage- wouldn't help to calm his twin).

Sideswipe was such a joyful mischievous presence among humans and bots alike- especially with Sunstreaker's more stand-off attitude to compare to- that they tended to forget that Sides was right there with Sunny in the Gladiator Rings, that he had fought for every scrap he had just as Sunstreaker had. That Sideswipe was possessive and protective and just as capable of a Gladiator Rage as Sunstreaker was. That he was just as dangerous as Sunstreaker was.

Until something happened to Sunstreaker. (Then it tended to be forcefully shoved in everyone's faces.)

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As exciting as the golden being's driving was, Harry was exhausted. He had jumped right from a fight where he had received injuries, through a magical gateway, where something-he had a mysterious blank spot in his memory apart from a feeling of comfort and warmth- had happened, only to land wherever he was, panic, and he had been picked up by the being.

(Harry wondered what his race was called)

He was ready to sleep. He chirped softly at the being, snuggling into the seat and closing his eyes. (The seat molded to his form and Harry crooned softly in content)

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Sunstreaker made an effort to drive smoother as he felt the little one drift into recharge in his seat. His scanners cranked up a few more notches in response, every protective instinct he had swelling in strength as the sparkling drifted into recharge.