Haha…If you think Sunny's off the hook right now, you're wrong.

Sunny: WHAT?! Why?!

Me: Because I'm the authoress, and I say so. Say bye bye to your most treasured possessions! Oh, and the chapter will flip back and forth to Floodlight and Turret, so just read.

Chapter 8: New Paint and Missing Wax a.k.a. A Good Deed? Why not?

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"What now, Floodlight? Why aren't you in recharge?"

The white sparkling clicked and squeaked. "Bad dream." He said uneasily.

"Oh. Alright, you can stay here tonight." The Autobot sparkling curled up next to the femme. Her arm made for a nice pillow, provided she kept it still.

"Oi! You two! Mute it! Some of us need recharge over here!" A bad tempered and thoroughly tired Shift was heard from the other 'room'.

"Mute it yourself, Shift. The kid had a bad dream."

The sparkling didn't hear. He was already in recharge.

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Turret was restless.

Since this morning, when she had attacked Sunny, she felt something. Something bad. What did Ratchet call it? Oh yeah.

Guilt.

Although the first time, he HAD deserved a brutal scratching, he hadn't really annoyed her the second time. She just felt like ripping his armor off at the time. Now…she felt bad. 'Wonder if 'Cade ever feels like this?' she asked herself. While she was on the subject, how were 'Cade and Frenzy doing? Were they looking for her? Of course. They were her caretakers, and they wouldn't let anything bad happen to her…

So why was she stuck with the Autobots again?

That wasn't important right now. She needed to make it up to that yellow mech, and if he didn't like it, too bad. An idea was starting to form. She figured Sunny could use some new paint. After all, she'd scratched most of his off this morning…

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As she passed Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's temporary living quarters, she heard a clank from inside. Poking her head in, she saw it was just the red twin. His arm had moved in his sleep, and had knocked a large tarp over. But it was something shining under the tarp that caught her interest.

Getting closer and being careful not to wake either of them, she picked up one of the small cans stacked neatly so the tarp could cover them all.

'Premium wax,' she read the label softly. Wax? Looking up at the pile, she snorted angrily. There were a lot of cans of wax up there.

Too much for two mechs to use alone.

Ratchet was always lecturing her on the importance of 'sharing', so why wasn't Sunny doing just that? He was such a jerk!

Calculating how many cans of wax there were and dividing that number by eight, she separated the wax into smaller piles. That was about ten cans each. (Younglings can do division, you know.)

Again, he was a jerk. Greedy too! Why he wasn't a Decepticon, she would never know.

Piking up the piles, she rushed to and fro to deliver the wax to all the Autobots. Including Optimus Prime.

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Phew. That was done. Now all she needed to do was paint Sunny. She'd seen some paint in Ratchet's room. He had let her play with some of it, and ended up painting half of Ironhide's living quarters purple and blue. He hadn't yelled at her, but the black armored mech had warned the Twins about finishing the job for her.

Picking up the yellow paint canister, she dumped it unceremoniously on the mech's right leg. Making sure it was smooth and even, (using her fingers, indecently.) she looked him over. His leg looked as good as new, but she was out of yellow paint.

Frenzy had taught her that humans mixed pigments together to make different colors, so maybe she could make yellow paint…Maybe.

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After much experimenting…

Turret soon found yellow was a hard color to make.

Her armor was splattered with red, blue and every other color except yellow. She was tired by now, and she felt a little lazy. Dumping all the paint on Sunny's armor, still careful not to wake him, she disposed of the cans and returned to her room. Falling into recharge, she didn't stir even as Sunny's horrified yell echoed through the area.

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'Hide was barely getting up. "What the?" he leapt up, canons ready, when something clanked against his foot. Looking down, he saw a small pile of cans.

He picked on up, reading the label. "Wax?" The sound of laughter reached his audios.

Outside, Rachet had actually fallen over, he was laughing so hard. Sideswipe was trying to calm down the now multicolored mech, who was roaring curses and oaths to scrap whoever did this.

Thankfully, they never looked down. They would have seen red and blue print leading to Turret's quarters.

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Sunny:….

Me: Well, I'll work on the climax. It's about time for one. And Sunny looks like a rainbow threw up on him. XD

Cryos: Or a leprechaun exploded on him.

Me: Now he'll never find his lucky charms. -shakes head- Oh well. Review, peoples!