A/N: So Spring break is over. Sad face. I slept through it. So I guess its back to sleep depriving myself until next break. YAY! As I promised. My break from writing, and everything else has ended as spring break did. Abruptly. Ehh what the hell am I talking about… I don't know.
There's this mute guy I know… I calls him bee. His name has nothing to do with bee, but he likes the name none the less. He uses his sign language talk to tell me to rip the stick I have stuck in my aft out. He's meannnnnn! But this one is for him, since he was getting mad at me for doing nothing but sitting around sleeping.
"I will give you three klicks until I beat the slag out of you!" Primus growled.
Unicron smirked and leaned back on the berth. "I will not leave, Pri Pri."
"If you call me Pri Pri one more time I will…FRAG!"
Unicron raised an optic ridge. "Frag? If you wanted to do that so much you could have asked. You don't have to use it as a punishment."
"Fine if you won't leave then I will!" Primus stomped out of the room and the door slammed behind her.
Unicron snorted. "Femmes I swear. And bots wonder why there aren't more of them?"
Unicron looked around the room. Now, where is that box? He thought. He got up and looked under the berth. Nope.
He looked through the below cybertronian standard desk. Nope. "Those were the only places they could have been." He muttered.
Primus knew what that tin headed mech was up to. He wanted to dig through her stuff to find her box. "Idiot mech. Of course I wouldn't leave that alone with you." Primus kept walking to where she believed was the Rec room. Of course she would never be wrong. She is Primus after all.
She walked through the door, and helms immediately snapped towards her. "I know. I know. It's ok you can stare, I am Primus after all."
"Didn't know Primus' face looked like an aft."
Primus slowly turned her helm to the poor piece of scrap metal that spoke. "Sideswipe." She spoke lowly. "I did not know they let pets in here."
Sideswipe frowned. "Then what are you doing in here?"
"I was going to ask how your brothers artwork he started yesterday was going, but I think I should exterminate a pest first."
"Enough."
Primus sighed. "Orion, if you keep interrupting my matters like you have been I will have no choice but to exterminate two pests, and not just one."
"Sideswipe is not to be damaged… yet, at least." Optimus stepped forward.
Primus smirked. "Fine. I will not damage him… yet. Instead I will ask what I came here to ask." She turned towards Sideswipe. "Where is your brother?"
Sideswipe ignored her. She raised an optic ridge. "It appears his audio receptors are not fully functional." She grabbed one and tugged.
"OW!"
"Primus!" Optimus warned.
"Oh dear, did I hurt you my child?" Primus' faceplates bore a kind worried expression.
Sideswipe calmed down. "Yeah, but-" He was cut off.
"Good. Now tell me where your brother is." Primus' face was dark, and her voice held a warning tone.
"Our room!"
Optimus sighed.
"Good day to you, Orion Pax." Primus waved to Optimus as she left.
"She should show you more respect, Optimus." Sideswipe growled.
Optimus glanced over to the mech, and shook his head. "I do not need respect. I need to know who to pray to for protection from Primus herself."
"I HEARD THAT!"
Sunstreaker was sitting in his room painting the picture he had gotten the inspiration for the day before. On the top left hand corner of the giant canvas was the helm of the femme he saw yesterday along with one servo reaching out from the edge of the canvas towards the middle. Around the Top right side was swirls of different shades of white. Light blue orbs floating around surrounding femme.
He wasn't sure of what he wanted the bottom half of the painting to be. He didn't have the muse for the second half yet. Sunstreaker wanted to find it soon, or he might never finish his painting. And if there was one thing he hated more than people messing with his paint job it was unfinished paintings. Ok.. maybe he didn't hate them more than people messing with his paint job, but it was pretty fragging close.
Unicron exited the room. He couldn't find that fragging box anywhere! He sighed and began his way to where he believed his bonded was. "That box has something I want." He sighed.
"You won't get it."
Unicron turned to his lovely femme. "So you have it huh?"
Primus giggled. "If I don't want to give it to you?"
Unicron smirked. Fine. If she was feeling playful he would just have to play along. "I might just have to take it."
"Bring it." Primus challenged sinking into the floor.
"Hey, that's not very nice, femme!" Unicron looked around for where she would pop up next. Suddenly the floor beneath him began to suck him down. "WOAH!" By the time he was up to his waist under the ground it solidified again.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Now come out Pri Pri."
Primus emerged from the ceiling about him hold out a metal box. "You want what's in here?"
Unicron looked into the box with yearning as he reached for the box. "I WANT THE FRAGGING BOX!"
The door behind his opened up, and a yellow mech came out. "What the frag is going on out here!"
"Oops." Primus mumbled as the metal box's lid slipped off, blue transparent energon candies fell out as both the femme and the mech reached for them. As the blue candies fell in front of Unicron's red armor they seemed to turn purple.
Sunstreaker froze. It was like his painting coming to life. He quickly turned and ran into his room.
"What's with that guy?"
"Inspiration." Primus mumbled.
"I'm still not apologizing. Even if you do give me the candy."
"I HATE YOU!" the femme released him from his prison of cement, and she dropped to the floor. "You can have what you pick up." She slowly began walking off.
"Gladly." Unicron bent down to pick up a candy, but as hard as he pulled the candy would not release itself from the cement ground. "FRAGGING FEMME!"
Sunstreaker leaned back after he finished the painting. On the lower right hand corner was a red mech reaching up to the white femme servo with his own. The light blue orbs morphing into purple. The mech's corner of the canvas was painted with many shades of orange and red.
"Finished." Sunstreaker sighed.
"Wow. What are you gonna name it?" Sideswipe came up behind him looking at the painting.
Sunstreaker thought for a bit. "No idea."