Chapter 8: Sticky Situation

23 August 1987

Okay, so they really fragged up that time.

According to Sunstreaker, it was all Sideswipe's fault. It was his idiot twin who constantly raised hell as much as he possibly could, not him. He just happened to be in the same area. At the same time. Holding a few items that had absolutely nothing to do with the prank.

Nope. Sunstreaker was totally innocent. Anyone who said otherwise was liable to get knocked the frag out.

At any rate, both Twins now were on everybody's radar.

So far, they'd only been "hit" by Smokescreen, who had been wanting to get back at them ever since that incident on Cybertron he refused to talk about. What he did to them? Well, they didn't want to talk about it either. Optic for an optic, and just leave it at that.

Needless to say, after that experience, they were pretty damn paranoid.

"Are you positive the Energon isn't poisoned?"

Jazz sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. One...two...three...four... He counted all the way to ten before answering.

"For the fifteenth time, Sideswipe, it's fine."

"Are you su-"

"Sideswipe, I swear, if you don't fragging shut up and drink it, I'm going to pour it down your throat." He shut up and drank. Sunstreaker snorted into his cube. Sideswipe neatly kicked his shin. Jazz slammed his fist down, scaring the shit out of both of them, and a couple other mechs at the next table.

"ENOUGH!"

A mech knows he's screwed up when he pisses off Jazz of all mecha. There was generally one course of action called for when that happened. Sunstreaker grabbed his brother and hauled him away before Jazz could throttle him. Sideswipe tried to protest, but a solid slap to the back of the head shut him up.

"Mech just got out of medical. And you've been pestering him for the last twenty minutes. I don't want to die from him killing you. Not that I would blame him," he added thoughtfully.

"I feel the love, bro." Sideswipe rolled his optics. Sunstreaker smacked him again. "That's abuse, you know that?" He hit Sunstreaker back.

"No, it's not. It's brotherly love." Sunstreaker returned fire.

They left the rec. room at record speed when they heard Jazz get up. Neither noticed a few mechs in the corner snicker. Or Jazz giving them a weary thumbs up before slowly sitting back down, mindful of his weldings. Ratchet would give him hell if he managed to damage himself again...

"Hey, uh, Sunstreaker?" Sideswipe asked as they turned down the hall their quarters were located on.

"Yeah?"

"Do you notice something...odd?" Sunstreaker frowned.

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that we're slowing down."

"What are you ta-" Sunstreaker stopped. Literally. Both he and his brother were frozen in place. "What the frag?" He tried to lift his foot, but it was stuck firmly to the ground.

Sideswipe, after a few seconds of stunned silence, burst out laughing. Sunstreaker scowled at him. The idiot's finally lost it.

"What's so funny?"

"It's superglue! I think. Remember when we-" Sunstreaker glared. "Okay, I, coated that one hallway with something like this back on the Iacon base?"

"Yeah. I also remember getting on punishment detail with you. I wasn't even fragging there!" Sideswipe shrugged.

"You're my brother. Guilty by association. Anyway, I guess somebody from there is onboard. I'm gonna have to check..."

Sunstreaker looked at Sideswipe. Then down at their feet. Then back at Sideswipe, who at this point was beginning to wish he hadn't been walking side by side with his brother. His extremely pissed off brother whose stare was as dark and foreboding as his end of the bond.

"You're so lucky I can't kill you."

"It's just glue." I hope... "It'll come off. Hehe..." He "gulped", a human thing he learned from TV, and leaned a little away.

Sunstreaker twitched once, twice, then punched him in the face, grinning when he fell backward...and became stuck. His grin grew as Sideswipe yelled at him from his awkward position. This isn't so bad after all.

Rule #9: Keep in mind other mecha use the hallway the Twins are located.

Rule #9b: Yeah, you jackasses. You know how long it took to scrap Steeljaw off the floor? When I find the fragger with the superglue, you're gonna get a new tailpipe. - Blaster

Should have put this in the last chapter, but any questions about situations revolving around the rules will be explained with the Mirage one. (I can't believe how many people are curious about that. Holy crap.)

To the first Guest (6/9/15), yes, if you want to give some ideas, I'll do what I can. If they don't make it on here right away, please be patient. It'll take me a while.