A/N: Okay. Last chapter was extremely depressing I know. I just wanted to put an emphasis on how Hannah really has reached her limit. She really doens't see a point in going on if everyone she's ever cared about ups and leaves her, her parents included. I have to say that this story is turning out a lot more differently than I expected, but I still like it.

I'd just like to announce that I have already started an outline for a sequel. It's not a multiple chapter story though, probably only a one shot, but a long one shot. Let me know if I should go ahead and write it, because I'm very mixed about it, though it would be a lot of fun.

Another thing. There's this thing I have about Guardians that your gonna get a glimpse at. People have asked me if Sides and Hannah are gonne get together and I both hesitant to say yes and no. I originaly itended for this to be more of a friendship story and the role of guardian is no different. Just because your someone's guardian doens't mean that automatically your together. But where my mind if taking me, might change this a little so as to the question of Sides and Hannah's relationship, I haven't decided yet so you'll see!

I'd like to thank my betas (cause I got myself 3 of em) Dementa, Alana Xavier1, and Khalthar. Thanks a lot, you guys!

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
Revival and Anger

"Where the hell is he?" Sam growled out impatiently.

"All my tracking systems are functioning at their maximum capacity, Sam. We'll find him," Bumblebee assured.

"How do we even know where to look?"

"Sunstreaker is heading this way. There are only so many ways to get to Tranquility. Assuming that a few various navigation systems aren't working, he's using the directions the girl gave him and this is the most likely way he'll take."

"But how do we know where's he at. Maybe he's coming through Arizona or something," Sam argued.

"I will be able to tell if he comes from another direction. Don't worry Sam."

"How can I not? You heard Ratchet. We don't have a lot of time."

"I understand that, but what else can we do. We have to be confident in Ratchet and Mikaela and Sideswipe's willingness to fight."

Sam sighed and conceded. He wasn't making himself feel better by arguing with Bumblebee about the situation. All they could do was wait and hope that Bee picked up Sunstreaker in time to get him to his brother. Hours rolled on. It was intensely aggravating to wait. Every minute that passed made them both exceedingly more uneasy, but neither said anything, preferring the tense silence.

It was four hours later and Bee's entire body seemed to jump with excitement. "Found him," he announced, "Incoming at 120 miles per hour."

"Holy shit," Sam muttered in astonishment. He lifted himself in his seat and looked around anxiously as Bumblebee sped up. "Where is he?"

Not five minutes later a yellow blur streaked by on the other side of the highway, going in the opposite direction of them. He didn't even slow down.

"There he goes," Sam said.

"Hold on."

Sam sat back in his seat immediately. Bumblebee, in an intricate display of technical driving, spun around, driving backwards at 75 miles per hour, to keep up with the traffic that was coming at him. Cars swerved and honked. Sam held on for dear life as Bumblebee swerved drastically into the median and then rocketed forward entering the other side of the highway going west with ease. He weaved through other drivers, reaching the same speed as Sunstreaker within seconds until he was right beside the fellow Autobot.

"Sunstreaker," Bee said, "Do you read me?"

Static.

"Does he know it's you?" Sam asked.

"He should. His sensors would've alerted him of that. Let me try and shorter wavelength. He maybe more damaged than we thought." There was a brief pause as Bumblebee switched transmissions. "Sunny? You hear me?"

"Bumblebee," a smooth voice acknowledged.

Sam sighed in relief and Bee's voice was also more relaxed. "Good to see you. Are you damaged?"

"I'm fine."

"Alright. Follow me. I'll lead you to the base."

"Base?"

"Yeah, at the Hoover Dam. We'll explain later. Optimus, Ironhide, and Ratchet are there, working on Sides. He's still alive Sunny, but he needs your help."

Sunstreaker almost swerved into Bumblebee. "…He's alive?"

"Yeah," Sam said eagerly, "So let's hurry up, okay?"

Sunny growled. "No one said you could speak, human."

"Watch it," Bee said, "This is Sam. He's my friend and my ward."

"You're his guardian? But he's human."

"Last time I checked you were traveling with one as well," Bee pointed out, but there was a frown in his voice, "I don't detect her. Where is she?"

"I ditched her. Not my problem anymore."

"Harsh," Sam muttered.

"It's her fault Sideswipe was hurt in the first place," Sunstreaker spat, "She was nothing but a hindrance. If Sides had gotten rid of her when I told him to we wouldn't be having this problem."

Bumblebee was obviously not very happy with Sunstreaker's assessment. "We'll talk about this later. Right now, your brother needs you and we need tohurry. We're running out of time."

Bumblebee cut the transmission and streaked past Sunstreaker and led the way to the Hoover Dam. In the silence in Bee's cab, Sam couldn't help put point something out very sarcastically. "Well, he's sweet enough to rot your teeth."

"Sunstreaker has never really been one for friendly small talk," Bee replied sheepishly.

"He doesn't like me very much."

"He just doesn't know you yet."

"I don't think he wants to," Sam said, "I think he hates humans. He wasn't talking very nicely about that girl he was with."

Bumblebee sighed. "We'll have to find her to make sure she's alright. I'd like to think Sunstreaker would've made sure she was in a safe location, but perhaps we can have that Detective Johnson look into it. After all, he was on her case."

When they arrived at the Hoover Dam, the only thing that kept Sunny from hesitating was the fact that his brother was obviously inside. Any human unfortunate enough to stray to close was chased off with a loud growl of Sunny's engine. They drove through the hangers of the base until they reached the medical hanger. Sam got out and the two yellow mechs transformed and Sam got a chance to see what Sunstreaker looked like compared to his brother.

They were exactly alike but different in color and the location of their various weapons. They were both a little taller than Bumblebee with longer legs and bulkier shoulders. Sunny's armor was a little black in areas with some holes, but no where near as bad as his brother's. Sam cringed when he saw what Sideswipe was hooked up too. It looked like Ratchet couldn't wait any longer.

Sunny didn't greet his comrades. This wasn't a happy moment. Instead he went over to his brother and Sam was surprised to see the agony on the mech's face as he stared down at Sideswipe. Even if it was his brother, the look was still shocking to see on his face. Mikaela went over to Ratchet. She had long since ditched her jacket, leaving her arms bare in a tank top and had pulled her dark hair into a ponytail. Sunstreaker's optics flickered to her for a moment, with obvious hate seething, but they refocused on his brother within the second he averted them.

Ratchet held out his hand to Mikaela and she climbed on. Setting the human girl on the ground she went over to her boyfriend, who put his arm around her, even though she was sweaty and coated in a film of grease and grime.

Sideswipe's open chest cavity was full of thick cables hooked up to a massive generator. Sunstreaker knew what this was without having to ask. His hate for the humans was growing, but his concern and anxiety for his twin was growing faster.

"I tried to hold off on the support system for as long as I could," Ratchet explained, "Mikaela and I were able to repair more of the significant damage. As long as his spark recovers he'll make a full recovery."

Sunny didn't like the idea of the human girl working on Sides, but he remained silent. "What do I need to do?" he asked softly.

Ratchet's optics were grim. "Everyone out," he ordered. As soon as everyone was out Ratchet made a point of locking the door. Sunstreaker felt a little unease growing. "Get on the table and open you spark chamber," Ratchet said stoically.

Under normal circumstances, Sunny would have immediately resisted. It was his goal in life to irritate the slag out of the medic, as well as a favorite goal of his brother's, but this time Sunny wordlessly got on the table adjacent to Sides and opened his chest in a harmony of clicks and whirling gears. He didn't ask Ratchet what he planned to do. Being in such a vulnerable position made Sunstreaker uncomfortable, but all he did was star his brother's blank, dead face.

If he could, Ratchet would be sweating bullets. He came around from the locked down towards his two comrades. He didn't look at Sunstreaker as he grabbed what looked like a thick electrical chord with a three pronged claw on each end. In the middle of the chord was another one and that was hooked up to some sort of generator Sunstreaker didn't recognize. In fact, a lot of the equipment Ratchet had set up was unfamiliar. Ratchet stared at one of the claws, trying not to betray anything, but worry was creeping up on him.

He looked at Sunstreaker sharply. "I'm going to use your spark to revive Sideswipe's."

"Whatever it takes," Sunny replied softly.

"It's going to hurt."

"I can handle it."

"I'm going to have to restrain you."

Sunny's optics finally left his brother's face. That was something Sunny absolutely hated. It was bad enough his spark was exposed and now Ratchet was going to bind him down? He looked at his brother and nodded. He could handle it. For his brother, he would handle it. He could endure it if it was going to save Sides.

Ratchet nodded once as well. He came around to a tall control panel and pressed a simple blue button. Within the second there were metal bands around Sunstreaker's hands and feet, his upper arms and thighs and even his hips and chest above his spark. He went rigid, but said nothing.

Ratchet returned to Sideswipe and took the cables out of the unconscious mech's chest, taking him off of life support and with a loud clang fastened one of the claws. He went over to Sunstreaker, his face sympathetic.

"I'm sorry."

He quickly stuck the opposite end into Sunny's chest and flicked a switch on the generator behind him. It was foreign and intrusive, making him shift uncomfortably. Ratchet's eyes never left his work. The machine whirled to life and finally Ratchet looked at him. There was a piercing clang.

Then pain.

Wave upon wave of excruciating pain.

It was a good thing that Ratchet had restrained him. Sunny screamed in pure agony, his spark flashing brightly and wildly in his chest as if amplifying his pain. He pulled against the restraints, anything to get away from it. Ratchet stepped away to a monitor, trying to ignore the agonized screams, but it was difficult. He pressed his finger into a sequence on the keypad and Sideswipe's body jerked.

Sunstreaker was in the greatest pain in his life. It was enormous and unending. He felt as if the clamp on his spark was draining him entirely. He was beginning to forget what had led to this. Why was he in such pain? What had Ratchet done to him? It tore and yanked at him, ripping and draining until he felt utterly lifeless and yet completely aware. His limbs were numb to him and yet they were engrossed in pain. The energy in him was being pulled inward towards his spark and being drained outward through the cable. Eventually, he couldn't fight the restraints anymore since he couldn't control his body anymore. He just laid there and endured the pain. His optics flickered in an out as he turned his head and he saw his brother.

This is why.

Sideswipe's entire body seemed to be shivering, like a tremor of electricity was flowing through him. There was a sudden intense pull on his spark and he yelled in agony again.

Then Sides' optics lit up.

And Sunny's went black.

When her eyes peeled open to the bright sun and chirping birds she was disappointed and yet, somehow, relieved. She had managed to survive the night. She had expected to freeze to death before morning. Now she was too hot under the rising sun in contrast with the cold air around her, still showing her breathing as a wispy white cloud. The fingers on her broken wrist twitch slightly. The pain that she had grown accustomed to served for nothing but a dull ache now. She sighed and closed her eyes. I guess I just have to wait again. How inconvenient.

He was very sore, but that was an indication that he was alive. His optics didn't come online, despite his efforts. What returned first was his audio and Primus have mercy he really wished it hadn't.

"Ow! Doc that hurts! Ow!"

"Oh, quit complaining. I swear, you're more like sparkling every day."

"Oh, yeah? Well you still have that stick up your—Ow!"

"Shut up, you big baby."

"You shut up, you evil medic."

Sunny moaned. "Both of you shut up."

The yellow mech activated his optics to see Ratchet and Sideswipe staring at him. Sideswipe was staring at him. Sides was alive!

"Hey bro," the red twin greeted, his vocal processor hoarse, "How you feeling?"

"How am I feeling? How are you feeling?"

Sides shrugged. "Like I got shot a bunch of times."

Sunny couldn't help it. It may have been a lame attempt on Sides' behalf to be funny, but he laughed anyways. It was a laugh of relief and joy that Sides was alright. Ratchet was doing the finishing touches on Sides' armor. It was odd, because it looked like a lot had been accomplished since the worst part had been over with.

Sunny frowned. "How long was I out?"

"About nineteen hours. No longer than I expected," Ratchet replied, "How are you feeling?"

"Drained," Sunny admitted.

"You will be for a little while longer, but you should be able to stay conscious now," Ratchet had never looked up from his work. "Alright, Mikaela, come on out."

Sunny watched in mute horror as the same female girl from before popped out of one of the holes in Sideswipe's armor. Sides seemed unaffected as she hauled herself out and let out a breath.

"That one is all set," she said. She looked at Sides. "Is it bothering you anymore?"

"No, not at all," he said, "Thanks a lot."
"No problem."

Sunny didn't like it. "What was she doing?"

Ratchet looked over at him. "There are something's that I do not have the proper tools to repair yet and Mikaela is small enough where she can perform the repairs I couldn't."

"You trust a human to fix him?"

"Ratchet taught me," she said defensively, "I know what I'm doing."

Sunny looked away. "Whatever. Just stay away from me. I don't need you messing with my insides."

Mikaela made a show of rolling her eyes at him before she slid of Sides' chest before climbing into Ratchet's hand as he leaned away. Sideswipe sighed at his brother and looked apologetically at Mikaela and she got the feeling that this was a common occurrence. Sunstreaker was the rude asshole and Sideswipe was the polite one that apologized for his brother's behavior.

"Don't move," Ratchet said, "We'll be back in five minutes. That should be enough time. And Sunstreaker," he said sternly, "There are a few spots that I will not be able to repair with the tools I have available so unless you want permanent scars to your paint job you'll let Mikaela take a look when we get back."

Sunny glared scathingly and Mikaela smiled victoriously. Ratchet walked out, carrying Mikaela in his hand and shut the door behind them.

"Mikaela is a nice girl," Sides said, "She really handles herself well. It kinda tickled when she crawled around in there," he gestured to his chest, "You know, when she wasn't repairing that damage. That stung."

Sunny ignored his statement with a sigh. "I thought you were dead, Sideswipe. I couldn't feel you anymore."

Sides, as always, tried to keep the situation light. "Hey," he waved casually, "I'm fine. Ratchet and Mikaela did a good job and you…" he smiled sincerely, "Thanks, bro. You really saved me. I owe you one."

"Believe me," he grinned, "I'll hold you to it."

Still too exhausted and drained to even try to get up, they settled for reaching over for a high-five. They laughed lightly, but there was something still plaguing Sideswipe's processor. Beneath his smile was worry and confusion and Sunny knew what it was about. Closing his optics briefing he came up with his excuse and waited.

"Where's Hannah?"

"Don't worry about her," Sunny assured, "She's fine."

"Where did you leave her?"

Sunny paused. "Somewhere safe."

Sideswipe's optics narrowed. "Where?"

"I don't know. There weren't any signs. After you went down I took her away, like you told me to. When the coast was clear I left her."

"In the middle of nowhere?"

"She'll be fine on her own," Sunny said exasperatedly, "Apparently she's endured a lot more then getting left in the woods."

But Sides was getting upset. "You couldn't have at least taken her into a town or something? You just left her in the wilderness?"

"Look," Sunny bit out harshly, "she was nothing but a nuisance. She did nothing but slow us down and get in the way. I did what you couldn't do."

There was a tense silence. "What did you do?" Sides asked softly.

"I told her how it was," Sunny answered unabashed, "Her pathetic human needs got in the way and if it wasn't for her, you wouldn't have almost died."

"We needed her, Sunny," Sides stated, "She helped us."

"No, you needed her and I will never understand why. Having her around did not help us. She wasted time."

"She was my friend!"

"She was your pet," Sunny shot back, "We never needed her to get here and I wasn't going to take care of her with you gone so I got rid of her. I did what I had to do."

"Enough." The twins turned their heads to see Ratchet standing by the door, looking peeved. "Neither of you are in any condition to be arguing. Save it for later."

But Sideswipe was already pushing himself up. "I have to go."

"Don't be an idiot," Sunny snapped.

Ratchet immediately pushed him back down. "You're not going anywhere, youngling. You're not tearing open everything Mikaela and I have worked for hours to fix. The poor girl is exhausted and you would keep her up longer to repair everything again?"

"You don't understand," the red mech protested, "The girl that was with us. I have to go find her!"

"What is with you and that human?" Sunny asked angrily, "She's useless!"

Sideswipe, all of a sudden, tried to tear himself away from Ratchet to attack his brother. The medic had the higher ground and was able to hold him down, but with some difficulty in trying to prevent further injury. In his condition, however, Sides was pushed back down.

"I said enough," the medic repeated forcibly, "If you two do not stop, I will separate you."

Sideswipe sank down onto the table. No matter how furious he was with his brother, no matter how much he would've liked to slug him in the face; he didn't not want to be separated from him right now. Sunny must've agreed, because he looked away, pointedly at the high ceiling, infuriated that even without the girl here she was still causing a problem.

Sideswipe turned his head away. "You better hope to Primus she's alright," he bit out angrily. He looked up at Ratchet. "Hurry up and finish. I have to go find someone."

"The human girl you two are arguing about?" Ratchet clarified. He examined Sideswipe's remaining injuries with a frown. "You can't rush these things."

"Then I'll leave now."

"If you as so much as try it I will weld your aft to this table."

Sideswipe sighed forlornly. "I have to make sure she's alright, Doc."

Ratchet stepped back and crossed his arms. "Your connections with the human girl were all over the news, I'll have you know. Hannah James is her name? You have a lot of explaining to do to Optimus as well as the government of this country."

"Why do we have to explain ourselves to the humans?" Sunny spat.

Ratchet fixed him with a fierce stare. "Because they are the ones that are permitting us to live here and they would prefer us to live in secret for the time being."

"She was helping us get here," Sides said. Sunny snorted in disbelief.

Ratchet frowned deeply in thought. "Why do you need to find her? How do you not know where she is?"

Sides glared at his brother. "Ask him."

Ratchet looked back at Sunstreaker. "Sunstreaker? Where did you leave her?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, causally, "I wasn't paying attention."

"Was she damaged?" the medic pressed.

"She seemed fine to me."

Sides was becoming utterly miserable as heard his brother talking about her in such a cold, nonchalant way. Ratchet noted this and sighed. "I'll inform Optimus. We have a detective from New Jersey who was the head in Hannah James's kidnapping case. Perhaps he can locate her. The AEAC will more than likely do that as well."

"I have to go," Sides said, "She needs me."

Ratchet's expression was shocked by such a proclamation. "What are you talking about?"

"Hannah doesn't like to be alone. If she's lost I need to find her."

"You are in no condition to—"

"Then do a patch job and fix me later! Please, Ratchet, I have to go."

Ratchet couldn't tell what surprised him more; the fact that Sideswipe was so desperate to find this girl or the fact that he actually said 'please'. Sunstreaker was glaring between him and his brother, back and forth, silently demanding that he not give in Sideswipes pleas. But it wasn't Ratchet's call.

"Let me discuss this with Optimus," he said again, "I will see what I can work out. If you two are fighting when I get back, you're both offline and will not be leaving this med-bay for a month."

Then he left again and there was cold silence. Neither one of them felt like talking. Sides was feeling betrayed and Sunstreaker was feeling irritated. Sideswipe didn't even want to be mad at Sunstreaker for this. After all, his brother had risked his life to donate precious energy from his own spark to save him. How could he possibly be mad, but his processor was also very occupied with his concern for Hannah.

No doubt that Sunny had been harsh to her when he left her. Hannah couldn't handle that, she was too fragile. Sideswipe needed to protect her, that's why he refused to leave her. She was his friend and she needed him and she was the only one who had agreed to help them out, even if she was the only human that they spoke to. He couldn't imagine any other humans doing as such.

Guardianship wasn't exactly something that was chosen regularly. In a variety of cases it was, like assigned wards, but his feelings towards Hannah had been immediate, enough to frighten him a little bit. Sunny probably sensed that and didn't like it. Whether Sides liked it or not he was Hannah's guardian. It wasn't something that he could help when the feeling, the instinct to protect her was so strong. At one time he thought guardianship only extended to those of his own kind, but he was proven wrong the moment he rescued Hannah from the human men, when she threw her arms around him and cried and all he could do was hug her back as she cried. Whether or not he acknowledged it then, he did now. He was Hannah's guardian and he'd be damned before he let anyone else hurt her again. Even his brother.

So he had one thing to say to Sunstreaker. A repeated warning filled with malice and promise. "You better hope she's alright."

A/N: So there you have it. Sides is a guardian, not by choice, but very happy. Yes, he loves Hannah, that's obvious, but it doesn't mean they're together, but like I said, we'll see. I kinda like the idea of where my mind's going lol. Thanks for reading!

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