Summary: When Sunstreaker makes planet-fall, Sideswipe decides that a little teasing is in order. They've been separated for 100 vorns, after all.
Genre: General.
Character(s): Sunstreaker & Sideswipe
Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!
Of Brotherly Love and Nicknames.
By: Life-is-Insanity
One hundred vorns. One hundred fragging vorns since he had last laid optics on Sunstreaker. Not very long by Cybertronian standards, an equivalent of ten Earth years, but still a long enough time to be separated from ones twin. Poor Sideswipe had been torn between punching Sunstreaker in the faceplate or bursting in to tears at the sight of his twin at his landing site.
He had chosen to punch him in the faceplate, nice and hard. Out of love, of course.
Now, though, that the excitement of finally seeing his twin had passed, Sideswipe decided that a little teasing was in order. There was one hundred vorns to make up for, after all. He practically skipped his way over to Sunstreaker, whom was busy picking organic matter from his frame, and quickly hide the smile that had graced his faceplate. Oh, he knew the perfect way to annoy his brother.
With his very, very much hated nicknames. Primus, he was going to enjoy this.
"How's the faceplate, Sunny?" Sideswipe asked innocently, stopping just out of arms reach of Sunstreaker. "Did I leave a large enough dent?"
Sunstreaker merely growled, but Sideswipe duly noted that he had already buffed it out. Typical, vain aft-hole that he was.
"What a shame, Sunshine," sighed Sideswipe dramatically. "You looked so dashing with it."
Sunstreaker visibly twitched at his nickname and glared heatedly at his twin. "Mute it, 'Sides."
Faking hurt, Sideswipe frowned. "Now, really, is that any way to talk to your twin, Sunny? I mean, we have been separated for close to a hundred vorns, I would assume you would treat me a little more kindly."
Another heated glare and a very loud huff from Sunstreakers cooling vents. "Will you stop it with the slagging nicknames?"
It had never taken much to set off Sunstreaker in the past, and Sideswipe almost cracked up laughing at the look of utter rage on his brothers faceplate. Oh, what fun.
"All right," he said, flinging an arm across Sunstreakers shoulders. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist."
"Like the Pit you couldn't." Sunstreaker muttered.
"Anyway," continued Sideswipe happily. "Welcome to Earth, home of the flashiest alt-modes in the known universes. I'd taken it upon myself to pick out your's, 'cause I know what a vain fragger you can be, so I hope you like the Bugatti-Veryon, Sunshine, and-"
CRACK. His brother delivered a heavy blow to his cranium plate, effectively denting it. Sideswipe doubled over, clutching his now pain, throbbing head.
"I TOLD YOU TO STOP IT WITH THE PIT-SPAWING, PRIMUS FORBIDING, FRAGGING NICKNAMES!"
"Okay, Sunstreaker," stated Sideswipe. "Primus. Grow a sense of humour, would you?"
He straightened and gently poked the dent in his cranium plate. It was nothing, just an annoyance he would have to fix. Out of the corner of his optics, he observed Sunstreaker watching him when a request for a private comm link obscured his vision. He accepted.
"Primus, I've missed you."
He glanced at his brother, who was still seething, but Sideswipe knew that it was all for show. No anger flowed between their spark-bond. Instead love, guilt, and happiness did.
Sideswipe gave a little smile. "I've missed you too, Sunshine."
A few humans scattered at his brothers bellow of rage. Laughing, Sideswipe pulled Sunstreaker in the direction of the planes and the Bugatti-Veryon that sat waiting to be scanned.
August 24 2010
Fragging plot bunnies. -.- Why must they spiral out of control like that? Why? It wasn't suppose to end like that. Damn things…
100 vorns (83 Earth years)= 8 300 years. Long time to be away from ones twin, no?
I like Sunny and 'Sides. Besides Bumblebee, they have got to be my favourite Autobots. (Please, God, let Sunstreaker be in the third Transformers movie, please…)
Sunstreakers alt-mode is linked on my profile page. Go check it out if you have no idea what a Bugatti-Veryon is. Just imagine it in gold.
Next up: Guardian Angel.
Review, please, and I'll give you a chocolate chip cookie, shaped like the Autobot insignia! (Or Decepticon, whichever).
