A/N: One sentence into this 'chapter' and I damaged my right arm falling on the stairs. A-heh – what luck I have, especially when I have work tomorrow.

This was requested as slash, but to be honest, I couldn't think of anything openly slash-y to write for this one: a story always comes first if I have one. So, as with some of my previous chapters, if you don't go looking for slash, you won't find any.

This may be edited later as I am not fully happy with it.

Enraged.

It was a simple question – so simple in fact, that Sunstreaker could not understand why Bluestreak dodged answering. Sunstreaker leaned closer, a half grimace, half twisted-smile sat on his mouth. He had his hands over Bluestreak's head in an intimidating posture as the silver-grey Datsun leaned back in his chair, the wall directly behind him. He had nowhere to run to.

"I'll ask you one last time, Bluestreak. And this time you'd better give me the answer I want to hear, or else there'll be… consequences." Bluestreak did not meet his optics, but instead stared at the Autobot symbol on his chassis. He was too depressed for this nonsense – too lost in his own memories to take Sunstreaker's ire seriously, especially since it was over a tin of wax and a chammy cloth.

"It's not here, Sunstreaker, though I did see it earlier in your quarters." Sunstreaker growled and lowered his faceplate closer to Bluestreak so that he could hear every hissed syllable.

"But it's not there now and I should know – I've turned the place upside down looking for it."

"Did Sideswipe touch it?" Sunstreaker banged his fist against the wall. Bluestreak jumped and his chevron scratched against Sunstreaker's head-wing. The intensity of the yellow twin's rage gathered more strength.

"Stop toying with me," he whispered dangerously. "Sides hasn't been back from patrol and he left before it went missing. You're the only one who's been in our quarters since it vanished."

Slag. Sideswipe had said there was only a little left and that he could use it. Apparently, Sunstreaker's new order had not arrived and the postal strike would mean he would have to wait at least another week.

"Well, you know it's always in the last place you look." He was going to try to stave off the warrior until his brother returned – he could not admit to using it and expect no consequences without Sideswipe there to defend him. "You could ask Tracks for some of his supply, or go into town and get some more."

"Tracksss," Sunstreaker hissed. "Uses an inferior make. And where am I going to get expensive, European-imported wax from in Portland? Now where is it, Bluestreak? Why did you steal my wax?"

The vain Lamborghini grabbed Bluestreak by both shoulder tyres and smacked him back against the chair. His seat toppled, and arms flailed in the air wildly as he looked for something to keep his balance before he hit the floor. Sunstreaker had noticed the glint of light reflecting off Bluestreak's chassis and how unusually shiny the 'bot looked compared to usual. Sunstreaker glanced around, but could see no wax belonging to the gunner in sight.

"You… used my wax?" Sunstreaker's digits clenched into a fist and he shook with anger. Bluestreak realised that he would have to deal with Sunstreaker alone.

"Sideswipe said I could use it since you were getting a new batch and I only wanted to try it out and if I'd known that there would be a postal strike I never would have finished it off!"

"There's none left?" Sunstreaker thrust his fist towards the gunner, who in turn flinched away and closed his eyes as the sound of metal ringing against metal sounded above him. Bluestreak un-sub-spaced the chammy and threw it at Sunstreaker in the weak hope that he would take it and leave. "You stole from me!"

"He said you wouldn't mind – that you would even find it flattering!"

"Gah!"

Sunstreaker looked about the room, eager to find an object worthy of his wrath. The scattered CDs never drew his attention, nor Bluestreak's rudimentary crafting and writing materials. Baubles and trappings from Bluestreak's past decorated the room, all in various conditions. Yet one item in particular stood out: an untidy heap of metal scraps that somehow cast the shadow of the Autobot symbol when the light on in front of it was at a certain angle. He stomped over to it. Messily scratched along a metal bar making up part of the scraps was the single word: 'Fusion'. Sunstreaker could not see the value in such a hideous object. Making sure that Bluestreak was marking his every move, he smashed the strange sculpture into the opposite wall and stamped on it multiple times. It would never be salvaged. He looked down at Bluestreak's pained expression as he still sat there on the floor. Sunstreaker was finally satisfied.

"And don't you ever-" Sunstreaker knew what hit him – it had been Bluestreak's fist. What Sunstreaker did not know was how it had managed to hit him at that speed… or even how to dodge it in time.

"You slagger! You prissy idiot! Slagging helium-processing proto-form!" Bluestreak's vocaliser shrieked so loudly Sunstreaker barely contained the urge to cover his audios; the whole base must have heard him! Bluestreak wore a mask of such contorted incensement that Sunstreaker had only seen it once of the battlefield before – now he was facing it. He would easily subdue the foolish gunner though; the boy never had a chance against his stronger armour. Sunstreaker easily landed blows onto his foe, knocking Bluestreak back countless times. Yet every time Bluestreak would get back up – ignoring the damage done to any other items in the room – and claw at Sunstreaker. The warrior guffawed: his wax thief was hardly doing any damage whatsoever! Bluestreak's hands swiped over Sunstreaker's arms… and then it became very clear that he was trying to damage Sunstreaker's paintjob, his beauty, not his armour. Oh, for that, Bluestreak was going to pay.

When Jazz and Trailbreaker arrived on the scene, they found Bluestreak's door open, a scratched and dented Sunstreaker kicking him repeatedly in the back as he lay on the floor, his face to the wall.

Ratchet hummed as he worked on Bluestreak's repairs, a soothing melody that comforted Bluestreak slightly and helped to ease his anger. Staring at the glaringly orange ceiling, Bluestreak tried to console himself with the knowledge that even though the violent warrior might have destroyed a part of his past, he had yet to take his present or his future. It did not work.

"Now that ain't an appropriate tune to be hummin', Ratch," Wheeljack shook his head. "'Specially considerin' the situation n' the patient," he whispered, through Bluestreak heard him clearly.

"Oh? Eh?" The medic started from his reverie. "What was I humming?"

"That MASH theme tune."

"'Suicide is painless'," Bluestreak quoted in a distant voice, the spectre of a smile to be witnessed on his face. Ratchet and Wheeljack passed a concerned look at each other but said nothing.

Optimus Prime knocked on the door and strode in once he had Ratchet's answer.

"I have a visitor for you, Bluestreak," he said softly. Prowl entered the room, dragging with him a newly handcuffed Sunstreaker. He was still scuffed and damaged from the fight, which had kept his mood sour. Even though Bluestreak admitted to hitting Suntreaker, Optimus had given him the benefit of the doubt and refused to believe that such a mild-mannered mech with no history of violence in the ranks would start a fist-fight with a superior warrior without provocation. "Sunstreaker has something to say to you," Optimus said sternly, more towards the Lamborghini than the Datsun. "Well, go on." Sunstreaker sneered at Bluestreak, who stared back at him blankly. Silence lingered as Ratchet continued his work.

"…Sorry," he said shortly and sharply. Bluestreak turned away. A simple, unmeant word could not erase the pain of what he had done. Bluestreak would try to repair the sculpture, but it would never be the same again. Sunstreaker would never see the beauty or meaning in such simple objects… until his were gone from his life forever. Bluestreak knew the pain of this, and knew that a lesson learned… was usually learned all too late.

End.

A/N: The nastier side of Sunstreaker in there. It's part of fanon that Ratchet likes MASH, though I do not know who originally started this. If you don't know what the 'Fusion' means, look it up (I ain't saying, so there).