A/N: Repost. I forgot to turn of the editing thing when I uploaded it. Sorry. So here we go again!

I don't own Transformers.

Thanks, Khalthar

Twin Times the Fun
Three's Company

Hannah had half-expected Sideswipe to give her a lecture on what had happened. They both knew damn good and well that Hannah could've gotten up and at least tried to find help. Instead she lay there for more than a day, waiting for death. He was probably furious with her.

She was proven wrong when, as soon as Ratchet shut the door, his arms were tightly around her, hugging her securely to his chest. Hannah gaped. Sides didn't say anything. Hannah's arms came up and wrapped around his waist, sighing into his chest, her eyes closed lightly and she relaxed.

"How long was I out?" she asked.

"A week."

"I smell bad."

"You smell fine."

"Don't lie to me," she laughed.

Sides laughed as well, but then they were silent for a moment. "I was worried you wouldn't wake up."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop with that. You have nothing to be sorry for."

Hannah sighed. "I thought you were dead. When Sunny told me—" Her mouth snapped shut and she cursed herself.

"What did he tell you?"

"That he couldn't feel you anymore. He said you were dead."

"What else did he say?"

"Nothing."

"So you can lie to me?"

She pulled away so she could look at him, well as best as she could without her glasses. "It doesn't matter anymore. You're alive."

"Hannah," he replied. "It does matter. It matters to me."

"It was my fault," she said softly after a moment. "I shouldn't have been with you guys. I only held you back. None of it would've happened if I hadn't been there."

"Hannah—"

"No, I'm right and you know it. The kidnapping, the police chase, everything wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been there."

Sideswipe watched the guilt form on her face. "Sunny told you that didn't he?"

"It doesn't matter what he told me," she said. "It was my fault."

Sideswipe was angry with his brother, but realized, whether or not he said something to her, Hannah would've blamed herself regardless. It didn't make him feel better, but it made him able to forget it for the time being and focus on Hannah. The girl had pulled away entirely to sit against the headboard of the bed, with her knees to her chest. She was so…frail and fragile looking. She would be easy to break, even in this form. She looked even worse then when he had first met her. Now, she was just a skeleton with skin, nothing more.

"Do you remember what Sunny told you a week ago? Before you…" he couldn't even say it, "went unconscious?"

Hannah looked up hesitantly. "Everything's kind of hazy. He said he was sorry," she whispered the apology. "He said something about a guardian. I really can't remember."

"That's alright," Sides interrupted, before she could apologize. "I'll remind you and maybe you'll understand that having you with us was the best thing that could ever happen to me." Hannah stared, open mouthed at his words and he smiled a little. "A guardian is something that is chosen by chance or assigned. Being assigned to someone to protect is a little different, it's in our programming, but sometimes our sparks are able to pick someone to protect one their own, from just one meeting. At first, though, it can be hard to recognize unless you know what to look for. After that night, when those men attacked you, is when it started for me."

Hannah shook her head slowly. "You weren't assigned to me. You didn't even know me at the time."

"No, my spark chose."

Hannah just didn't seem to be able to grasp the concept. "Why?"

"You never know why when it happens like this. When your spark chooses someone, it can be very different from when you're assigned. Assignments can end and guardianship can be revoked, but when it happens like this…I can't leave you. My processor and spark won't allow it."

"But what if—"

"Think of it like this," Sides said gently. Leaning forward, he took one of her hands. "I was designed for you. Everything that I am, everything that I can be, is for you and in anyway you would have me. I can be whatever you need from me whenever you need it and I am happy to do it. In a way, I don't have a choice. I'm bound to you till the very end."

"You don't have a choice?" she asked hoarsely. "That's not fair. I can't expect that from you."

"You don't understand," he said. "It doesn't matter. I'm happy making you happy. It's what I was made for."

"This seems a little bit deeper then just protecting me."

Sides smiled a little. "I suppose in a way that it is. The same thing happened to Bumblebee with a boy named Sam. You'll meet them later. They're best friends, practically inseparable from what I've seen, which isn't much since I've been in here with you for a week."

"Sides, I can't expect that from you," she protested. "Don't you want to go off and do your own thing without me? You're with your friends. You don't need me anymore."

"You're wrong. I do need you. Wherever you go, I have to go too. Maybe I didn't have a choice when my spark picked you, but it did and I can't and don't want to fight it. Whatever you need from me Hannah, you can have it. All of me is yours."

Hannah stared, opened mouth, feeling a little overwhelmed. "You just offered every girl her dream."

Sides blinked confusedly. "I did?"

Hannah laughed. It was shaky and uneasy. "Yeah. Every human girl is dying for a commitment like that." She still sighed. "But it's not fair. I'm nothing special. You shouldn't have to be stuck with me. I'm the only human girl you've ever met. How can you spark choose me out of billions without having met any others?"

Sides shrugged. "I don't know, but it doesn't matter to me."

"But it does to me."

"You're special, Hannah, whether you want to admit it or not. I'm not going anywhere. I'll protect you with everything I have."

"But what happens when I die? What then?"

Sideswipe's face broke into absolute agony. For most, it would've been hard to watch and it sprung tears to Hannah's eyes. She immediately regretted her words and automatically slid closer to him, pulling him closer. Sides took it, dropped his head onto her thigh as she stroked her hand over his head.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean to sound like that."

"I don't want to think about it," he said shakily, "I can't…I don't want you to die."

"I'm sorry," she whispered again. What else could she say?

"It doesn't matter," he said, "When that happens, I don't know. I don't think I could go on, you know? My purpose for living would be gone."

Hannah was absolutely mortified. "No! You can't do that to your brother!"

"Hannah—"

"No," she said again. Grabbing his chin, she forced him to look at her and he was startled to see that she was crying. "You're not allowed to die like that. Ever. What about Sunstreaker, huh? You just gonna leave him?"

"But you're—"

"Can your spark choose someone else after I'm gone?"

"I don't know. Only two of our kind has ever chosen a human. Usually when a ward dies the guardian follows suit, because many mechs guard their spark mates and vice versa, which lasts forever."

"But I'm not a spark mate right?"

Did Sides look a little disappointed? "Right."

"Then maybe I'm not the 'one' you think I am."

"But you are."

"Promise me you won't leave Sunstreaker like that."

Sides didn't answer. His arms around her waist tightened. His eyes averted from her pleading brown ones. Hannah shook his chin slightly to get him to look at her again.

"Please, Sides. What will Sunny do without you?"

He did promise his brother that he wouldn't leave him because of Hannah. Did that extend to her death as well? But how would he cope with her dying? Sunstreaker would be able to feel everything he did. Would that hurt his brother?

So he forced the words. "I promise."

Hannah relaxed, visibly relived. "Wow," she said. "Kinda overwhelming stuff."

"You're telling me," Sides gritted out, spark still churning from his last sentence.

"So," she said, "does this mean I can't go back to Jersey?"

Sides looked up. "Do you want to? We can if you want."

Hannah smiled when he said 'we'. "You'd go with me?"

"Um, what part did you miss about me being bound to you forever and going wherever you go?"

Hannah laughed. "No. I don't want to ever go back." She frowned a little. "I'll miss Ken," she admitted, "and Botchy, but Ken can take care of him. And my mom…She's never needed me for anything other than money."

Sideswipe watched as she mulled over her thoughts aloud. He cringed at her thoughts stuck mostly to her mother and what the woman would do without her for a source money. Would she be able to feed herself? She even contemplated in giving what little was left in her bank account to her to make sure she could, but laughed at her stupidity in thinking she'd save the money for food instead of drugs.

"Hannah," Sides said, "you're mother doesn't deserve your kindness."

"But she's my mom," Hannah defended.

"Has she been a mother to you?"

Hannah laughed. "Of course not. But still she is my mom, biologically at least."

Sides knew there was no arguing with her, but at least she was staying with him. A huge smile came to his face at the prospect. Hannah looked at him strangely, but he never lost it and soon Hannah was smiling as well.

"I need a shower."

"I think Ratchet wants to talk to you first."

She groaned. "But I smell like old, sweaty gym socks. And I still can't see. I have an older pair in my bag," she said, "Do you still have it?"

Sides cringed. "Uh, you see, when I transformed that day, you know, when we kinda got separated, well the bag was in my trunk and…it may have gotten destroyed."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Like, completely annihilated?"

"Pretty much. Sorry."

"It's okay," she said. "We were kind of in a bad predicament."

"We'll get you something so you can see," he said. "Maybe I can find you some glasses while you're talking to Ratchet."

"Okay, but then I want a shower."

Sides nodded. "No problem." He got up from the chair and moved to head to the door, but stopped. Turning back around, he kissed Hannah's forehead again, realizing that first time that he liked it a lot. "I'm glad you're back."

Hannah's face was beat red. "I am, too."

"I'll get Ratchet."

"Okay."

"I'll be right back."

"Okay."

"Are you gonna be alright?"

"I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Sides, seriously. I'm okay."

Sides was still hesitant, but he left and Ratchet came in. Hannah couldn't see very well, but she smiled at the blurry figure.

"Alright, Hannah," Ratchet said kindly. "I just want to check some things out and we'll see when we can let you out of here."

Sideswipe was back in his real body, fully transformed when he bumped into Sunstreaker. The mech was staring at him rather angrily, arms crossed defiantly. Sides really didn't want to talk to him, his processor still fixed on how Sunny blamed Hannah for what happened. Sides tried to walk around him, but Sunny's hand snapped out and grabbed him.

"You were thinking of going back on your word," the yellow mech stated.

Sides rolled his optics. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"She's human. Her lifespan is a lot shorter than ours. When she dies you want to follow her?"

Sides turned on him quickly. "You were listening?"

Sunny didn't admit to it, but he didn't need to. "You were going to go back on what you said if she hadn't made you promise."

Large hands clenched into tight fists. "That's none of your business."

"It is."

"Well it doesn't matter!" Sides yelled. "When she dies I'll still stick around, just for you, bro, so you have nothing to worry about!"

Sunny didn't react to his statement. In fact, Sunny was rather torn. Sure he was only getting minute feelings from Sideswipe where Hannah was concerned but he had felt it when Sides promised her that he wouldn't die, just because she had. Sides had hated what he promised, but he was obligated by his spark to make her happy in anyway possible, even in something so morbid. But Sunny also understood the repercussions. Perhaps Sides could move on, but it'd be difficult. Sides hadn't been over exaggerating when he said that his point of existence would end with Hannah. Guardianship, chosen by the spark, was rare in itself. There was a lot that they didn't understand about it, but there was one thing that everyone knew;

When you found the one your spark yearned to protect, and in a lot of cases, loved and bonded with, there's was no coming back from it. Sides, in a sense, belonged to Hannah and everyday that would grow stronger and Hannah may try to resist some aspects of it, but how could you turn down the type of commitment such as that of a guardian? The only think that Sunny could really hope fore in the event that Hannah would die was that Sides could move on, if only a little perhaps because Hannah would want him too.

"I'm sorry," Sunny muttered.

"You should be," the red one said, "You told Hannah it was her fault? It was no ones' fault but the humans that attacked us."

"I was a little distressed with the fact that my brother was dead," Sunny snapped. "Forgive me if I needed a scapegoat."

"It didn't have to be her," Sides responded.

"No, it didn't," the other relented. "But it was and I'm sorry."

Sides suddenly sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose like he had a headache. "I know you are. It's just…It's hard," he said. "It's not like I've had time to stop and think about what was happening to me, it's just that everything is about her. I can't stop thinking about her, I can't stop worrying about her, and everything that I am is hers." He looked up at his brother. "And when that day comes where she dies I know you'll be there, bro, I just don't know if it will be enough. You don't understand how it feels to know that one day she won't be here."

"I do," Sunny said. "You might not think I do, but everything you feel for her is transmitted to me. When she is gone, I don't want to think about what will happen to you, to the both of us."

"I wish there was a way to, you know, keep her," Sides said softly. "I don't want to lose her to something so stupid."

Sunny sighed. His brother was getting rather upset. "Maybe you should focus on the here and now and try not to worry about the future."

"It's hard not to."

Sunstreaker nodded. "But still. Do you really want all the time you spend with her to be about you worrying what happens when she gets older?"

"No."

"Then be a guardian and 'man up', as the humans say. Don't waste time worrying about it. Carpe diem."

"What's that mean?"

"You can link to the Internet. Look it up."

He did and frowned. "Seize the day?"

"The Internet is very useful, you know, once you've managed to bypass all the porn sites. It was a phrase I just stumbled across," his voice dropped and lost humor. "Live the days you have with her, not worrying about what will come. You know that I'll be here for you and it may not be enough, but I'll still stick with you."

"I know you will."

"So what pulled you away from her bedside?" he teased. "I thought you'd be attached at the hip now that she's awake."

"She can't see without her glasses," Sides laughed. "She doesn't like it and I'm trying to find something for her."

"What happened to her glasses?"

"She lost them, I think."

"So how are you gonna find her another pair?"

"I don't know. But I can't just not do anything. I'm her guardian."

Sunstreaker actually laughed. "You're whipped."

Sides outright smiled. "Yep."

"Well, talk to one of the humans. Maybe they'll have something."

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Sunny watched as his brother walked off and headed in the direction he had come from until he stood outside the door that led down a hall to Hannah's room. Ratchet's body stirred and transformed. Upon seeing Sunstreaker standing there, the medic was immediately cautious.

"Sunstreaker," he greeted. "What are you doing here? I thought you would've been off in a huff after Hannah reminded you of your more compassionate nature."

Sunny's optics narrowed. "I just came to talk to her."

"I don't think that would be a very good idea."
"You want to supervise? Fine. I'll only be a minute."

"Does Sideswipe know?"

"Yeah."

Ratchet looked doubtful. "I will supervise. Watch what you say because I will be committing it memory."

"Wow," Sunny scoffed. "Isn't that a little extreme?"

"Given the fact that you abandoned this girl in the wilderness with a broken wrist and with an already damaged mental and emotional state I will have to disagree. You can speak with her, but if you say anything upset her Sideswipe will not be the one you will have to worry about."

"So why are you even letting me in the first place?"

"Because," Ratchet sighed, "I believe that you are under good intentions by wanting to speak to her. Part of you must care about her a little if you were able to convince her to live when it seemed like she was already dead."

"I did it for my brother."

"Of course."

"Seriously, old-timer," Sunny growled. "I don't care about her."

"I understand."

Sunny reverted back into a Lamborghini and his hologram climbed out of the car, still obviously angry that Ratchet didn't believe him.

"Remember, Sunstreaker," the medic said. "I'm going against my better judgment. I will be able to hear everything you say."

"Whatever."

Sunstreaker entered the door and walked down the stark white hall. Hannah's room was the third on the left, closest to the corner and much bigger than the others. It didn't have windows since they were within the Hoover Dam, but there were a few plants and even flowers at her bedside, brought in by Sarah Lennox who thought Hannah would appreciate waking up to smelling flowers.

He entered the room without knocking and, sure enough, Hannah was sitting up in bed, her thin fingers touching the colorful display of flowers on the table by her bed. She paused and looked over her shoulder at who entered. She didn't smile. In fact, she immediately brought her hand back to her lap and stared at him. And Sideswipe said she couldn't see.

"Hi, Sunstreaker," she greeted quietly.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"Nothing. How are you feeling?"

She tried to smile, but it was timid. "Dirty and gross, but okay. I want to take a shower, but Ratchet said I should wait a little longer till I can stand up without falling."

"What's wrong with your legs?"

"I haven't used them in a week."

"Ah."

"I'm sorry about embarrassing you earlier," she said. "I just wanted you to know that what you said meant a lot to me."

He cringed in remembrance. "It's okay."

"Are you and Sides okay?" she asked. "I thought I heard you guys arguing out there."

"You heard us?"

"Only a little. I really couldn't hear the words just that you were getting angry with each other."

"It's nothing."

Hannah immediately shrank back. "Okay."

Sunny sighed. It was a little annoying how timid she was. She never stuck with a conversation that was eating at her curiosity. He stepped closer, taking the chair that Sides had been in for the past week. Hannah kept her hands tightly clasped in her lap. Sunny leaned forward on his elbows that rested on his knees.

"Sides told me more about being a guardian," she said.

"He did?"

"Yeah. It's a big commitment."

"So I've heard."

"When I'm gone, you'll take care of him right?"

"No you, too," Sunny sighed again.

"What?" she asked confusedly.

"I just had this conversation with Sideswipe. About you dying."

She frowned a little. "And?"

"Don't worry about it for now, okay? You have time, he has time, so both of you quit worrying about it. It's driving me nuts."

"Driving you nuts?" she asked.

"Remember how I told you that me and Sides are connected? Everything he feels for you is passed onto me, including his worries about the 'what if's and the future. I don't like feeling worried for something that isn't my problem."

Hannah cringed. "Sorry."

Sunny's eyes shifted from the wall to her face. "Don't be," he said softly. "It's not something you can help, but try. Just try and keep Sideswipe optimistic and not for my sake. I don't want him to be depressed."

"I'll try," she said, "But still, will you promise me that?"

"You like to make people give promises, don't you?"

He was surprised by the hard look that came to her face. "Where Sideswipe's happiness is concerned, yes."

"Then I promise. Not that I need to. I was going to whether or not you wanted me too."

She just smiled. "It makes me feel better."

"So what now?" Sunny asked.

"Well, I'm over it," she said, obviously referrring to what had transpired between them, "Are you?"

"Yeah."

"Then alright. We should be good. You don't want me to come in between you and your brother and I never wanted to in the first place. We'll be like that TV show. Only instead of two unrelated girls we'll have a set of male, robot twins."

Sunstreaker frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"That TV show from the 70s. I watched reruns of it all the time before my TV broke," she frowned in concentration, "Ah, what's the name? John Ritter was in it."

Sunny looked up the descriptions she had given. "Three's Company?"

"Yeah," Hannah smiled, "Like that."

"Do we have to convince our landlord that you're gay?"

Hannah gaped at him for a moment before she burst into laughter. "I can't believe you said that."

Sunstreaker, himself, had a grin on his face. "You said you wanted to be like the show."

He watched as Hannah laughed, looking at him in a mixture of shock and amusement. Perhaps it wouldn't be as hard as he thought it would be to get used to her. He had been pushing so hard to keep her away for his own sake more than anything. Sure, there wasn't as strong of a bond between them as with his brother, but maybe Sunny could make room too. Clearly Sideswipe could, whether it was voluntarily or not.

But Hannah was here to stay now. And as he watched her wipe the tears caused by laughter from her eyes he couldn't but feel a sense of accomplishment that he had managed to make her smile like his brother did.

A/N: Hopefully that's better. Sorry again!

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