A/N: Sorry for the wait. You wouldn't believe how much writing I got for this story in three days. This chapter took one and then the others were created when I realized that the other were just way too long.

So, I'm in the market for beta readers, haha. I thought I just ask people before I started begging people through messages. I would really appreciate the help. I know everyone has their own lives to live. So obviously, I edited this chapter by myself. I read it outloud a few times and tried my best. My roommate wanted to know who I was talking to. Yeah. So I hope you enjoy this and all its depressing goodness!

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
Up She Goes

"Come Josephine, in my flying machine…Going up she goes…Up she goes…Balance yourself like a bird on a beam…"

She paused her mumbled singing with a frown when she realized she couldn't remember the rest of the words. Her grandmother would be disappointed in her. She was the only one who gave a damn about her and took care of her as best she could on her fixed income with a crack addicted daughter who stole money from her during every visit until her death. Her grandmother had sung that song to her before bed when she managed ran away from home to escape the realities of her house. Since her mother was too doped up to remember to feed her or even notice, she was usually there for a few days before her mother came to claim her. Her stays at her grandmother's house were a relief. She had promised her grandma she wouldn't forget the words.

Yet another person she had disappointed.

Her dirty fingers were entwining themselves in the scarce grass beneath her head. She just lay there in the spot where she had originally sat after Sunstreaker left her a few hours ago. Peering through the trees, she could see the stars, even though she had dropped her glasses sometime ago. Shining so bright and beautiful, she wondered which one was once the planet of Cybertron Sides told her so much about. She probably wouldn't be able to see it, but she still would've liked to know the direction it was in.

She hummed the melody of the song. She at least knew that part. It was just a whisper of breath in the air that came from her mouth it a cloud if she happened to remember the words and sing them aloud.

Her body roared with hunger. It had been doing that for sometime now, but once again she ignored it. She didn't bother with that anymore.

She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to embrace the cold rather than shiver from it. Shivering was what was her body was doing to try and keep her warm, but it was irritating. She didn't like that she was shaking so hard that she was losing control of her limbs. So she clasped her hands together, despite how the move hurt her throbbing wrist, and rolled onto her side, keeping them pinned to her body to keep them from moving. Her shoulders started to shake instead, almost convulse.

She gave up. As time rolled on she knew it was getting colder and colder. Her breath was getting thicker and thicker and she was beginning to lose feeling in her toes and finger tips. She subconsciously curled into a ball and tucked her chin to her chest. She was still irritated with this whole situation.

Why did dying take so long?

"Ratchet!"

The medic turned to see Sam running towards him. "What is it?"

"He's here," Sam panted, his voice filled with worry, "and he doesn't look good. Ironhide says he's dead."

Ratchet's optics narrowed at that particular comment. "We shall see about that."

Ratchet and Sam entered the hanger that had once housed the All Spark. Even now, some of its energy remained and reminded the Autobots of what they had lost and what they had gained in return. There had been some drastic remodeling, including a wall that cut the hanger in half to serve for two different purposes. One held various weapons for humans and Autobots alike and the other served as Ratchet's medical facility.

Optimus, Ironhide, and Bumblebee were already there, all looking grim as they stood over Sides who was still strapped securely to the trailer of an 18-wheeler. Even from a distance, Ratchet could see that the damage was severe. Sideswipe's armor was riddled with variously sized holes, the edges of which were charred black. His left arm was particularly damaged, like he had held it up to shield himself when being attack. Most of the damage was to his chest. The metal was dented, twisted, and black. His spark casing was buckling in on itself from an onslaught of gun fire. Sideswipe's optics were dark, his limbs lifeless. He really did look dead and the prospect actually made Ratchet falter in his steps.

"Ratchet?"

Stone-faced, Ratchet approached and knelt down beside the truck. Pressing a digit to his temple, a translucent blue light moved across Sideswipe's body from head to toe and back again, making a few more passes. Ratchet's processor was immediately under the onslaught of data, all of which describing his younger comrade's injuries to the percentile in which Sides could recover in.

"Is he alive?" Mikaela asked softly.

Ratchet heaved a heavy sigh as he stood. "Barely. Help me get him on the table, but be extremely careful. On false move and his spark will be crushed under his armor."

Ratchet gently unhooked the straps that held Sideswipe to the truck. With two Autobots on each side they carried him over to the high table that Ratchet used to examination purposes and repairs. Sam and Mikaela looked on worriedly, not knowing the mech personally and yet still fearing for his life.

"I can't believe he's alive," Ironhide murmured.

Ratchet didn't comment, but, honestly, neither could he. "His main operation system is on complete shutdown. His spark is far too damaged to sustain him and is functioning at the lowest possible level. I can try to sustain it independently from his body," Ratchet looked at Optimus, "but the chances of sustaining it long enough are 1 in a billion. Mikaela," he looked down at the dark haired girl sternly, "do you remember everything from your lessons?"

Mikaela stiffened nervously and all eyes were suddenly on her. Since settling in the Hoover Dam, Mikaela expressed an interest in Cybertronian mechanics and often asked questions. Finally, Ratchet suggested that he teach her everything she wanted to know and, in essence, became his assistant. Her skill with cars was a great asset when it came to the Autobots, because, though they were very different, by comparing and contrasting she was able to utilize her skills with car engines to the inner workings of the Autobots.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this, Ratchet," she said, "What if I do something wrong? What if I kill him?

"Mikaela," Ratchet assured, "you are a very bright young woman and I will be here as well, but I need your help if I'm going to repair him. Some things are meant for smaller hands."

"But…"

Sam's arm came around her. "You can do it. I've seen you fix the most impossible hunks of junk out there."

Mikaela sent him an exasperatedly irritated look. "This is different, Sam."

"But still," the boy continued unfazed, "You have the skills. Put them to good use."

Mikaela looked up timidly at the Autobots. She wasn't exactly comfortable having a life put in her hands and being unfamiliar with the life saving business.

"We would be greatly appreciative, Mikaela, if you did this for us," Optimus said.

She took a deep, uneasy breath. "Okay," she sent a pointed look at Ratchet, "Don't let me mess up."

Ratchet nodded. "I won't."

"What can we do?" Optimus asked.

The gears in the medic's processor churned. "Repairing him will take time, time I don't think we have. It's not his body I am worried about. Even if I can externally support his spark I do not think it will recover as easily."

"What do we have to do?" Ironhide asked gruffly.

Ratchet looked down at Sideswipe, his expression continuously getting darker. Without warning, he grabbed a sort of hand-held clamp tool and, as gently as possible, tried to pry the armor around Sideswipe's chest back. With the spark exposed, Ratchet was able too see how the light flickered in and out sporadically, like a dying light bulb. Sometimes it would die out entirely for a few seconds before struggling to relight.

He had very few options, one involving a machine, equivalent to a human respirator system, but putting Sideswipe on 'life support' had serious repercussions. A spark just wasn't an electric current that past through their bodies to keep them going. It was the heart and soul of a transformer. Autobots and Decepticons, alike, relied on their sparks to be sentient life forms. Every Cybertronian started out as a spark. But there lies the problem. It was the heart and soul. Just like a human brain being deprived of oxygen for too long, if Sides went onto life support, part of his spark could slip away and essentially, he would be 'brain dead.' This action was always a last resort and not many recovered without missing something of their personality, whether is be a sense of humor or even something as severe as emotions such as compassion or hate. Most died.

It all depended on chance. And Ratchet, despite what he may have thought of the twins from time to time, was not willing to risk anything that made Sideswipe who he was to chance. So Ratchet knew his best option.

"I need Sunstreaker," he stated, "He's the only one who can really save Sideswipe now. Mikaela and I can repair the external damage, but that is not the problem," he looked back at Optimus, "If I can hold off putting him on life support I will, but I can only do that for so long."

"Why Sunstreaker?" Sam asked, "What can he do?"

"Sunny and Sides are the only set of twins in our entire species existence. It was a fluke that they were even created and no one knows exactly how it happened. I've done as many tests as I could to try and conclude the why's and how's, but I can only determine one thing. Their sparks are exactly identical, no matter how differently they may act from each other. They are totally connected on a level I don't believe even they fully understand. They are able to sense each other by their sparks, but I wouldn't be surprised to think that Sunny thought his brother was dead, the pulse is so weak. I may be able to use Sunny's spark to, basically, jumps start Sideswipe's."

"Won't any spark work like that?" Mikaela asked.

"Unfortunately, no. Every spark is different, like a human fingerprint, I suppose, only, unlike human twins who have separate fingerprints, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are completely identical. Since they are the same and connect on such a deep level it's my theory that only Sunstreaker's spark can power Sideswipe's at such a dangerous level."

Optimus' frown was deep and concerned. "Nothing like this has ever been attempted, correct?"

"Not to my knowledge and I have no idea if it will actually work. It's just a theory, but it is something I have suspected from these two for a long time," Ratchet looked down at Sideswipe, "But a hunch is all we have right now. No matter what I do for Sideswipe's spark now will amount to nothing in the end. Sunstreaker is the only chance he has."

"Bumblebee," Optimus said, "Go find him. You are the fastest."

"Yes, sir," the scout replied.

"I'm coming with you," Sam announced determinedly. He turned towards Mikaela and unabashedly kissed her. "Good luck."

Mikaela was a little pink in the face as she watched her boyfriend get into Bumblebee and speed off towards the exit, tires squealing, but came back down to Earth and stepped towards Ratchet. The medic knelt down and picked her up to place her on the table next to Sideswipe.

"Alright," she said, "What do you want me to do first?"

Part of her was still unwilling to accept that Sides was dead. It was probably wishful thinking, but the idea of him being alive made her smile. She could picture him there, standing with his brother as they greeted their friends and she was proud that she had the chance to travel with them, even if it only slowed them down. Sideswipe would smile at her and even Sunstreaker, who hated her so much, would manage to mumble a thank you. If that were true, she would at least say that she did something great with her life, no matter how small it may be.

She rubbed her fingers into the dirt. It was a strange feeling. Her fingers were practically numb and the soil was just as cold. She was bored just waiting to die.

It was morbid. She couldn't deny that the thought of suicide hadn't passed through her mind on occasion. She lived a tough life and sometimes it was too much. She couldn't drink away her problems. She couldn't stomach the alcohol and the drugs she could have easily slipped from her mother were out of the question. She tried to run away from her problems, but those always crept up on her to bite her in the ass. When she thought to confront them, she always wished she had just taken to running instead. So death seemed like the next best option. But she had always ridiculed herself for such thinking. That was the easy way out and she had a lot of look forward to if she could just get herself on her feet.

But she was giving up now. She was a coward, but hey, she tried, right? Not many people could claim to go on a road trip with aliens to Nevada so they could meet up with their buddies. Though she really didn't help them as much as she wished she could have, she'd like to think she and Sides had a good time until the end.

Until that part where he died.

"Come Josephine…in my flying machine…Going up…she goes…Up she goes…Balance yourself…like a bird…on a beam…"

Sides was dead. She just had to accept it. Sunny was right. It was her fault. If she hadn't been there, they would've been in Tranquility. If she hadn't been there Sides wouldn't have felt the need to protect her. She wouldn't have ruined their lives and hers would have never changed from being a nobody who couldn't keep a job because of bushy eyebrows.

Her laugh was wheezy as a peculiar thought came to her head. Mrs. Winters probably would've had a heart attack if she could see her now. At least if she was going to die in the wilderness she would have nice eyebrows.

Sunstreaker was racing down the highway, not bothering to be inconspicuous anymore. Obviously, the humans knew of his existence on this planet. Optimus Prime had said that their terms with the humans were peaceful. Was it all a lie? Was it a farce to lure them to Earth and then kill them? It seemed unlikely when their weapons were so primitive compared to the Autobots from what he had seen thus far. But he wouldn't know until he got to Tranquility.

He didn't activate his hologram as he drove, weaving through traffic at breakneck speed. His couldn't waste energy. He was already running low and it was his anger that pushed him to complete his journey. He still wished he could have crushed the human girl. It was all her fault and as far as he was concerned, she deserved it.

He needed to get to the others first. Once there and once he explained things, surely Optimus would change his mind about his policy on humans. They murdered Sideswipe. They had to pay. His eagerness for revenge grew at the mere thought of it. With the protocol in place, Sunstreaker was helpless against it, like a higher power physically prevented him from crushing the human. It was the will of Prime that the humans remained unharmed and no matter how much he hated them or how he wished he could hurt them he couldn't act on his aggression. Only Optimus could retract the protocol's hold on the Autobots and allow them do so.

But Optimus had to. Sideswipe's death go not be ignored.

Sunny felt his spark throb, at the thought of his brother. It had all happened so fast that even his processor was having a hard time coming to terms. He couldn't believe that Sides was gone. His other half, the only one that ever made him feel wanted, the only one that really cared about him, was gone. Sides rarely got angry with him, always trying to make him laugh and lighten up. He felt empty. With Sides' spark diminished it felt like half of him had been ripped away and in a very literal sense. It was physically painful.

But Sunstreaker couldn't stop now. He was driven by rage and determination. He wanted, no needed, revenge on all the creatures of this horrid species. And if Optimus refused…

Well, there was always the Decepticons.

She wondered what Sunstreaker was up to right now. No doubt he was suffering even more than her. She was responsible for getting his brother killed. He was probably devastated. She hoped he made it to his friends, that way they could help him.

Yes, despite what he did, she still cared. She didn't want anything bad to happen to him. He had every right to be mad at her. He had every right to hate her. It was her fault, after all.

She flexed the fingers on her left hand and cringed a little. It was becoming difficult to move that hand and since it was broken it meant that it hadn't been easy to move in the first place. Even in the darkness, she could see that it was extremely swollen, so no doubt bruised and her hand sat oddly on her wrist. She sighed. How inconvenient.

There was a rustle in the dead leaves behind her. She couldn't turn to see what it was. She was too cold to move. She managed to turn her head and was surprised by what she managed to see in streaks of moonlight blocked by trees. It was a deer, well two deer, a mother and her baby. The mother stood in front, staring down at her. She honestly couldn't believe how close they were to her. Living in Jersey, she had never seen deer like this before. She couldn't help but think they were beautiful.

Her mistake was trying to move. Instantly, the doe was running, her fawn falling closely behind. She felt a little disappointed, but watching them leap off into the darkness was just as beautiful as seeing them so close.

So now she was alone again. She was grateful for the company even if it was only for a few seconds. At least she saw one more remarkable thing before she died. Exhaustion was creeping up on her and she didn't think that she'd be able to fight any longer. Maybe if she fell asleep she wouldn't wake up again. She could only hope.

"Come Josephine…in my flying machine…Going up…on all…goodbye…"

A/N: This chapter is depressing I know. It's gets better, I promise. So if you want to help me out with the beta reading thing please let me know. Thanks for reading!

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