Seeing Fairies

By: MyNameIsJag and Katea-Nui

Disclaimer: We own nothing that has to do with this franchise…can you just imagine what would happen if we did get our own Transformers show?

Note: This was made up between Katea-Nui and I because we are on drugs that the plot bunnies gave us. It's nothing but pure crack, so don't take anything too seriously. I mean, it's a story about fairies…there isn't anything serious about it. Does contain mech/mech pairings, don't like it, too bad, we do!

A head injury allows Sideswipe to see a whole new world, one that involves seeing fairy versions of the ARK crew running around. Now he has to deal with the vain fairy Prince Sunstreaker and his royal fairy medic Ratchet, all without losing what little sanity he has left.

Chapter 2: It's Tinker-Oh…Wait…

"Regular talk"

'Fairy talk'

Optimus Prime sat in his office, elbows braced on his desk and datapads in front of him. Post-battle reports were never fun, especially the medical ones, but they had to be done. Especially considering that Sideswipe was seeing...hmmm...this could present problem.

The Autobot leader was so concentrated on his work that he nearly missed a soft nudge from the Matrix to his spark. A smile lit up underneath his facemask as he recognized it instantly.

"Your creator is worried about you."

There was silence, but Prime knew the little creature was there. He was just hiding as he always was. A light chuckle escaped the tall mech, the being was such a little imp.

Good thing he was fond of him, "Just what are you doing here?"

A little red and silver winged version of their resident prankster flitted out from behind a bookshelf to land neatly on Optimus's desk, looking at ease with world and like he hadn't just been caught out doing something he shouldn't. And for all intent and purposes, he hadn't.

Optimus Prime wasn't his creator. At least, not this one.

'I got bored.'

The truck just chuckled, placing the datapad down. "That is a very you answer."

'I could give a Tracks like answer.'

An optic ridge lifted, "I prefer that you didn't, I already had to deal with him and your creator today, it is amazing how one mech can complain."

A huff and the mini-Sideswipe plopped down on the desk, 'When is he not, do you know what he is up to now?,' he didn't bother waiting for an answer, 'He knew me and Sunny have been trying to get Ratch and that fragging-'

"Remember he is your brother and I do talk to your creator, so be careful of what you say."

'Ugh, fine, he wants to take our medic from us, just so we can't have him! I don't see him going after Red's intended!'

"And coming here solved what?"

A sheepish look flashed across the crimson mech's face as he rubbed the back of his helm, 'Actually…it was all an accident…'

He suddenly grinned as he spotted something of interest, walking just as gracefully as he had flown across the surface of the desk to look at the datapad himself. 'So that's me? I mean, him? He looks just like me!' The little fairy thought for a moment. 'Without the wings of course.'

"Of course."

'You're smiling under that thing, aren't you?'

"Naturally."

'Tell me what do your troops think of you talking to midair.'

"They have never caught me yet." Optimus told the little bot cheerily. "Your counterpart on the other hand..." A deep sigh escaped as he picked up the very pad the tiny prankster was just looking at, "Had decided it was a good idea to run through the base screaming about your kind, from the medical report, it seems as though he has found your twin and medic in the medbay."

'Ratchet's here, figures they're in the medbay then.'

"Our Sideswipe visits it frequently, so I trust you do as well."

'I follow the bouncing red aft!'

Prime shook his helm, there were some things he wished were just never said, especially those that could pertain to his officers and close friends.

A subtle knock came from his office door, "Sir, may I speak to you?"

'It's Prowl, prepare to fall into recharge!'

"He's not that boring," the Leader watched as the tiny hellion stuck out his glossa before answering loud enough for the bot on the other side of the door to hear him, "Come in."

Instantly the door slide open and his SIC walked in with datapad in servo as he continued to look over it, "Tactical reports are finished, I have estimated the next attack and can make arrangements if anything new is found by the Ops mechs. Damage consideration has been estimated, the percentage is above my last approximation by .35%, I will go over previous battles to see why it had managed to do so-"

A large servo went up to stop him, "You should be on rest not telling me numbers, not only will Ratchet have both of our helms when he finds out you have been doing work while on medical rest but so will Jazz."

'Because he will get upset if Prowl's too tired for snuggles.' Mini-Sideswipe fluttered by the Datsun's helm before making himself comfortable on his chevron, sprawled out like a lazy cat, 'Can you believe this mech is my nanny bot? I'm full grown and he still acts like I'm a sparkling!'

"I must make sure we are prepared for all-"

"Prowl, go rest, your bondmate is probably stalking the halls looking for you and I'm sure you do not wish to embarrass yourself when he decides to drag you back to your room and Red Alert will video tape it for blackmail…he always does…"

'So glad our Red doesn't do that…then again if had some blackmail maybe he could get some of his suitors of his back…'

It was hard to miss the glance the Autobot tactician and Second in Command shot at the door, as if Jazz would walk in unexpectedly at any moment now. And knowing the Special Ops commander, it was very likely and Prowl knew it.

"Go, Prowl." Prime said gently.

The black and white Datsun sighed in defeat. "Very well, Prime." He set down the datapad and left, glancing left to right quickly and unknowingly dislodging the tiny Sideswipe with a squawk.

The truck couldn't help but grin.

'Now I KNOW you're smiling under that thing.' The chibi Lambo grumbled, fluttering sulkily back to the desk as the door slid shut behind the tactician.

Another slight chuckle escaped, "One must find amusement in the simple things, now, shall we contact your creator."

'Joy.'

-^_^-Break-^_^-

Sunstreaker chuckled as he watched Ratchet flutter around the room, stop at the door…then flutter over to the oversized tools…then back to the door. The medic had never been to this world before and was stuck between staying and waiting for Sideswipe to show up (and eventually he would) or exploring somewhere he had never been before.

The porcelain mech stopped and landed on the desk with the datapads strewn everywhere, tilting his helm to the side as he examine one of them but his optics would flicker back to the door…curiosity was a strong force to mess with and it was slowly winning the battle.

Grayish wings flickered, 'You know, maybe we should go find your creator and brother.'

The golden Prince kept his amusement to himself, even Ratchet could have the curiosity that most would think only the young would have, whether it be for knowledge or wonderment reasons.

Putting on his usual frown when crystal optics glanced over at him, he snorted and pointed over his shoulder at the past out form of his twins counterpart, 'Better then watching this idiot sleep, let's go.'

A quick nod and the white mech was already heading toward the door, Sunstreaker kept his smirk to himself as he followed behind the curious doctor, both flying around the assistant walking in through the door.

The chevron helm looked from side to side before turning to look at the yellow mech, 'Where do we go? I have no idea where anything is around here.'

Indigo optics focused on the healer for a klik before a nod was given and Ratchet suddenly found himself with an arm looped around his waist and being tugged along.

The Prince glanced at him, seeing the confused look on that pearl face, he clarified the situation, 'We're heading to this realm's Sunstreaker and Sides room, we should find interesting things in there.'

'I'm going to regret leaving the medbay, aren't I?'

He allowed the bigger fairy to drag him there, not like he had much of a choice the way the other was holding onto him. Counterparts of their friends and family past by them, the bigger versions not even noticing the tiny fliers journey to one of the most forbidden rooms.

The arm around him squeezed him closer and he gave a quick glance to see a slight smile on the royal mech's face…Sunstreaker really was an handsome mech…not that the fairy healer would admit it out loud to him. That would just be one big ego boost to the vain mech that no one would need. But still…he was a model worth staring at.

Sighing and twisting in the hold enough to where he could wrap his own arms around the neck of his holder, if he was going to be dragged around, might as well be comfortable. Ratchet ignored the low chuckle that vibrated through the shiny chassis into his own, the glass covering his rebounding the sensations into the sensitive wires. It felt like someone was humming through the inside of his chassis…it tickled.

The Prince didn't comment on the sudden giggle that escaped the porcelain mech, instead focused on the door that lead to their destination…and with his counterpart just coming out of it, he sped up to shoot inside before the door could cycle close.

Unfortunately with the added weight of his package and uncontrollable speed factored in, the two ended up in a lesson in emergency landing…which did not work to well as the two separated and ended up being slung into different directions. Ratchet neatly falling onto the tangled mess of covers on the berth and Sunstreaker, not as delicately, thudded against a wall before crashing down into an open berth stand drawer.

'Ugh, these covers smell like…I don't even want to think about it!' Were these things supposed to be multicolored so horribly or did they just forget to wash their sheets in forever! Oh, Primus, he just touched a purple stain and it was still wet!

Panicking over the situation and slightly freaking out, Ratchet shot up out of the mess, he shivered in midair, the thought that his version of the twins were in a sense the same as these made him extremely glad he wasn't a maid. No wonder Bumblebee yelled at them each morning. Here he thought the minibot was just not a morning mech, now he understood it.

Where was-'Fragging pit! Get this thing off of me!'-Sunstreaker…

That would be his cue to find Princess now, glancing over at the open drawer and following the torrent of curses, the medic landed gently on the edge of the opening and peered down into the drawer…before nearly falling off from laughter.

'Finally found something you couldn't handle, hmm?'

'Shut up and help me!'

Golden servos pushed at the object that had landed across him, luckily he had landed on his back before it fell and he could still use his arms to push it off. It being a very decorated vibrator.

'Just grip one of the nodes on it and push, cause I'm not touching that.'

There was a warning growl…it just made the white mech laugh harder.

'Ratchet, get this off! I refuse to die! Especially from being crushed under a giant vibrator!'

More laughter before the yellow mech could hear the sounds of pedes and the sudden push of someone forcing the object of him. It rolled off and hit the corner of the drawer, some how activating the thing and causing the bottom they were standing on to shake. 'Oh, Primus, I should have stayed in the medbay! Oh, look, Sunny, it lights up!'

'Don't care!,' the Prince shot upward and was soon followed by his companion, a quick glance around the room showed the rest of it to be fairly neat. So if the berth and the dresser were the only things messed up and his counterpart just came out of here…Oh, Great Creator!

It seemed that Ratchet had came to the same conclusion as his laughter grew, nearly knocking himself out the air, 'Hehe, now I know what you do on your off time.'

Sunstreaker ignored him to focus on the rest something that caught his optics, sketch pads, let's see if his dear counterpart had the skills to match his own works of art. He headed right to the pads, leaving the healer to wonder around himself.

With some effort, the fairy prince managed to drag one of them off a counter onto the berth, dropping it to were it would land open, 'Oh, lookie, lookie.'

He glanced over his shoulder to see white pedes sticking out of a box and unrecognizable parts flying out of it, must be this realm's Sideswipe prank kit…he turned back to the sketch, nice.

It showed the medic's counterpart spread out on a medbay berth with his lower panels open, helm thrown back with mouth opened in a silent scream as elongated digits did a self examination, 'Got to get a copy of this one…'

He flipped through more pages until a crash and the words 'uh, oh' interrupted his train of thought, he shuttered his optics at the sudden appearance of a multicolored Ratchet ontop of a desk.

Then he burst into laughter, 'Jeez, Ratch, you're worse then a Sideswipe when he's getting into things!'

'Funny, help me clean up.'

'Oh, I think I just saw something along those lines in the sketch pad I was just looking at.'

'What?'

A snicker and the mini-Lambo fluttered over to the desk, staring at the drawers, 'The copy-cat me probably has a cleanser around here somewhere.'

They both nodded and started pulling on the handles, it suddenly came open with a pop, knocking the two back onto the ground, Sunstreaker snorted and used his wings for leverage before flying back up to the open drawer.

He laughed, 'No cleanser but I found the high grade!'

-^_^-Break-^_^-

Almost ready to kick the door open, Sideswipe stalked into his room when the to slow swish finally allowed him inside, his mood fouled by the fact that Ratchet had just fussed over the state of his processors. The docbot was convinced he'd hit it too hard this time.

What made it worse was that the frontliner was inclined to agree with him. Seriously.

FAIRIES? Yeah, delusional much Sideswipe?

Well, at least it was over, whatever medicine Hatchet had been using cycled out of his systems. Now life could return... to... normal.

Frag.

His room was a wreck, datapads pulled from shelves, his own collection of human entertainment items strewn across the floor (along with 'personal' belongings), pranking tools pulled from their hiding spots, Sunstreaker's sketch pads on his berth and obviously having been flipped through, and... Oh dear Primus no...

Sideswipe stared in horror at the spilled paints on the desk. Sunstreaker's paints. He was so slagged.

And in the middle of it all, digging into a box where they kept the highgrade, were two little far too familiar figures.

Without a word, the crimson Lambo turned on his heel to leave the room, intent on heading back to the medbay and demanding an entire defrag of his processor. Except he walked right into his brother instead.

Oh shi-

"Hi, um, whatcha doooiing?"

A glare was sent his way, "I'm getting my sketch pad."

"Why?"

"Because I want to draw in it."

"Why?"

"…What are you trying to hide, you do this when you've done something."

The red frontliner just smiled innocently, "Me? Do something, why would I-"

"Move or I'll make you recharge with the Dinobots."

"Gotcha."

Sideswipe eased over to the side, getting a curious look from the temperamental Lamborghini before he stepped inside…as soon as the door opened, a bolt of red ran down the hall…soon followed by a streak of yellow screaming plans of a painful murder.

-^_^-TBC-^_^-

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