Omw...Right this may be a bit messed up as i haven't a clue about Ironhide's persona.
Enjoy.
Brotherhood.
Chapter 20.
Ironhide.
Life was a bitch.
It was as simple as that.
Not only did he have to keep an eye on Sunstreaker.
But he hadn't blown anything up in almost an hour
Life was a slagging bitch.
Ironhide glared down at the still form of Sunstreaker, silently hoping he would wake up soon. The sooner he woke up the sooner he could go and have a little target practice. It's not that he didn't mind keeping an eye on him; everyone knew the yellow warrior was the best they had, including his brother. It was just the fact that even he was confused as to why the warrior was in here.
"What in pit's slagging name did you do now?" Ironhide grumbled.
"Nothing out of the usual."
Ironhide's optics widened as he stared down at the Mech, blue optics meeting blue. One filled with frustration the other filled with sadness. Sunstreaker shifted his gaze away from the weapon specialist and looked around the room, frustrated he sighed and looked back up at his old guardian.
"How long have i been out." He asked.
"Almost 2 week's." Ironhide replied. "You gonna tell me why you're in here in the first place."
"No." Sunstreaker said flatly.
"I don't see any injury on you boy." Ironhide pushed.
"That's because it's on the inside." Sunstreaker shifted his gaze again. "Slag it."
"There something you wanna tell me before i call Ratchet."
Sunstreaker snapped his head around and glared the old Autobot; Ironhide grinned and shook his head at the look in the young Mech's optics. Frowning slightly he suddenly began to wonder when Sunstreaker became so frightened of the Medic.
"Don't call Ratchet." Sunstreaker mumbled.
"And why in pit's name not." Ironhide snapped.
"Because i can't deal with him right now, not Ratchet, not Jazz, not Swipe's and certainly not you." Sunstreaker snapped back.
Ironhide stared down at the broken Mech finally understanding what had happened. His scanner's told him that the young warrior's systems were recovering from serious overheating. That would explain the volcanic particles. Ironhide placed his hand on the yellow Mech's shoulder and squeezed slightly.
"Alright what was said this time?" Ironhide asked.
"Am i really a murderer?" Sunstreaker whispered.
"No. You do your job. Unlike some the Mech's i know they let the guilt affect them. When you're a soldier, a frontline warrior you don't let things like that get to you. You find a way to make it become an addition to your strength. It makes you stronger." Ironhide explained.
"Then why can't Cliff Jumper and all the other's see that. Sideswipe's the same yet they never give him any hassle."
"You're letting something that cliff jumping idiot said get to you. Boy are you wise."
"Now even you know the answer to that Ironhide." Sunstreaker grinned slightly.
"Fair point. Look don't let it get to you, look i'll make you a deal. You go back into statis and i won't say to Ol' Ratchet you woke up deal." Ironhide offered.
"Deal." Sunstreaker replied. "Hey 'hide."
"What kid?"
"Thanks."
Ironhide stared down at the off lined Mech; grinning to himself he stood up and walked out the door passing a grinning Sideswipe on his way out. Ironhide patted the playful twin on the back as he began to walk away.
"Yo mama hide." Sideswipe called.
"What." Ironhide snapped.
"Told you he wasn't all bad."
"Never said he was."
"Where you going." The red Mech asked.
"To go blow something up." Ironhide grinned.
And maybe someone on the way there too.
Stupid cliff jumping idiot.
Slag it i'm gong soft.
A/N
Must stop listening to Reno...stupid Turks.
Anyway so what did you think...did i get it right...come one ppl i need more than one person to tell me here...PWEESE...
With a cherry on top.