New Summary! : Post-DOTM. Everyone has their secrets, especially the Autobots. And one secret is bigger than the rest. Just this one secret can tear them all apart... What does all this have to do with Sam and Carly's daughter?

Before, Part 3

"Beta?" The young gold mech cries as he sees his little green friend on the med berth. The distressed youngling is held back by his red twin, who also has tears trickling down his faceplate for his little friend. "Let me go, Sides! I have to see her!"

"Sunny," Sideswipe murmurs, too sad to make his voice any louder. "I'm sorry." The red younling tightens his grip around his brother's torso, fearful that he may try harder to get away. He knows how much Sunstreaker cares for the other youngling, and he also knows how much he is hurting right now. He feels all of it through their Bond.

"Let. Me. Go!" Sunstreaker cries as he tries to hit his brother with one of his elbows, but just continues to fail. He finally goes limp as the Autobots' CMO walks in.

Sideswipe continues to hold his twin as he turns to see the medic wheeling in yet another member if their leader's family: Bumblebee. The little yellow mech lies motionless, his vocoder ripped clean out and lying in pieces on the med berth next to him.

It's almost enough to drive Sideswipe to insanity's edge. But, he keeps strong for his brother and their friends.

"Is he...?" Sideswipe's voice trails off, too afraid to say the words around his still unstable brother.

/You can say whatever you want around me, Sides./

Sideswipe sighs inwardy. /Sunny, I'm just worried about you./

/Don't worry. I'm fine. Beta's fine. 'Bee's fine. Everyone is fine./

"Bumblebee will be just fine with some rest and a few repairs. Beta will take some time, but I'll have her fixed eventually. You can count on that, Sunstreaker." Ratchet declares as he pulls out one of his many tools and begins looking over the little yellow mech.

"Can I see Beta?"

Sideswipe nearly jumps out of his armor at his brother's sudden decision to talk. He looks to where his brother no longer struggles in his grasp. "Sunny, I don't-"

Ratchet cuts him off, "Sure, kid. But, I'm bringing a sedative just in case."

"Ratchet, I don't-" Sideswipe is cut-off once more.

"Thanks, Ratchet." Sunstreaker wiggles out of Sideswipe's grasp, "I'll be on my best behavior."

/That's a lie, bro./