A/N: You know what? I'm not gonn say anything until the end. So start reading.

Thank you ikldmrodgers for your help.

I don't own Transformers.

Twin Times the Fun
Severed Bonds

Within the confines of her room, Hannah sat on her bed, her knees pulled tightly to her chest, curled into a ball. She stared at the wall across from her, the room dimly lit by a bedside lamp. The room was spacious; the bed was a queen sized pillow top, very nice and comfy. There wasn't a variety of decorations to objectify her personality, minus the picture that was on the nightstand illuminated under the lamp.

It was a picture of her, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker a few weeks ago. Sarah had given her a picture frame as a welcome present and Hannah immediately knew what picture she wanted to fill it with. Getting Sides to agree to pose for the picture had been easy enough. After all, he would bend over backwards to please her if she asked him.

Sunstreaker, however, had been more difficult. It was as if he knew what Hannah and his twin were planning. He spent the day avoiding the two until they cornered him. Hannah remembered trying to use the 'puppy eyes' look on him. Sides tried too, but Sunny hardly took him seriously. After a little nagging Sunstreaker agreed, but only for one picture, so whether or not it turned out good didn't matter.

Hannah had been meticulous in placing them. Keller had been adamant about the twins using their holograms for the picture. They didn't want any physical evidence that there were aliens on Earth, and if a picture of a human girl with two giant robots leaked somehow, it would raise all sorts of hell for everyone.

So, Hannah stood between their holograms with a genuinely happy smile on her face, one arm around Sideswipe's waist the other around Sunny's. She had been very hesitant in placing it there, but Sunny hadn't said anything. He didn't even react like she thought he would. Sides was pretty much mirroring her expression, his arm around her shoulders, his smile bright and huge. Sunstreaker was much more reserved. He had a smirk on his face, his arms crossed as he mildly glared at the camera, or maybe he was glaring at Sam. Sam was the one who took the picture and he had been doing all sorts of incriminating things to get Sunny to smile.

As soon as the picture had been taken Sunstreaker had dodged away and left them. Hannah could still remember him walking fast, like he was late for something. To her, it seemed that Sunny was still uncomfortable with the whole guardianship thing, so Hannah didn't want to bother him. She was just grateful he had posed for the picture. Hopefully he would move on from the issue.

But Hannah's mind was reeling away from the happy times within the duration of her stay at the Hoover Dam. Part of her still couldn't believe that her mother was dead. She shouldn't have been surprised. Her mother's bad habits were bound to put her in an early grave, but living on the Autobot's base kind of made her forget her life in New Jersey, not to say it wasn't in the back of her mind. Talks with her psychiatrist had been a hazing dream that didn't fully register or stick with her throughout the day. Her previous life had started to become a distant memory, a past she had escaped from.

But her mother was doing what she did best, which was dragging Hannah right back into the middle of it, being the painful reminder that you really couldn't escape your past completely.

Hannah laughed quietly to herself, her voice tired and hoarse as she wiped her eyes. "It always has to be about you, doesn't it Mom? You can't let me be happy for a minute, can you?" Laughing again she closed her eyes and pressed a hand to her forehead, messaging her temple. "Conniving bitch."

Hannah flinched under the power of her own words. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard with too much force, but not enough to make her bleed. She sighed and dropped her forehead to her knees.

She wouldn't let herself take back those words, though. She felt bad, but she needed to say them. It wasn't like her mother intentionally killed herself at a precise moment to spite her daughter, but Hannah wanted to hang onto something. She had never been allowed a moment's peace without the raving woman complaining how Hannah made her miserable and ruined her life, not even recounting all the times Hannah had carried her drunken ass to the toilet and cleaned vomit off of her. None of that seemed to matter.

Hannah's sadness melted to bitter anger. She wanted to be pissed off. That would have been easier to deal with. She felt even more miserable then she had when she found out.

There was a knock as her door. Sighing, she realized that she had been sitting in her room for a while, so Sides was bound to come by sooner rather than later. She knew that he was worried, but for God's sake, she didn't need to be so sheltered.

Still, she couldn't ignore him. He'd break down the door.

So she got up and went to the door. "I told you I wanted to alone Side…" she opened the door, "…swipe."

Riley blinked stupidly at her. "Uh…"

"Oh, jeez, sorry!" Hannah apologized. She rubbed her eyes quickly, trying to remove any traces of her crying, but Riley had clearly already noticed, given his expression. "I thought you were Sides," she said.

Riley's frown was concerned as he shifted in the doorway. "Are you alright?"

Hannah opened her mouth for the usual 'I'm fine', but exhaustion left her sighing, her shoulders sagging, and her head shaking. "Not really."

"Did something happen?"

"Yeah," she said. "It's just that…Well, my mom…" She took a deep breath. "My mother died last night." That wasn't too hard.

The marine's eyes widened in alarm. "Oh, God, Hannah, I'm so sorry."

His pity irritated her, but he was only trying to be nice. "Thank you."

The young man suddenly looked awkward. "Do…Do you want me to leave?"

Hannah did want him to leave, but she also didn't want to hurt his feelings. "No, it's alright. Did you need to tell me something?"

"Well, I just wanted to see if you were okay."

Hannah frowned confusedly. "What?"

Riley looked surprised. "You mean you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

"About the twins. They, uh, they just got into a huge fight."

Hannah's eyes widened. "What do you mean huge fight? Are we talking like name calling and witty insults or they beat the crap out each other."

Riley shifted on his feet. "The second one. I didn't see Sideswipe, but Sunny looked pretty beat up."

Hannah, forgetting all of her manners, pushed past Riley and ran down the hall like the devil was at her heels, her mind going a mile a minute. She ignored Riley calling after her, determined to see if the twins were alright. She ducked around corners and slipped past base operatives until she reached one of the major hangers. She could see Optimus and Ratchet standing over Sunstreaker, who was on the ground. The yellow mech was covered in scratches and blue liquid seeped through some of the deep lacerations in the metal of his body.

"Check him over, do what you can, and then see to Sideswipe," Optimus ordered. "He looked a little better, but let's be on the safe side."

None of them noticed her enter the hanger, at least not until she screamed, "What the hell happened?"

The three mechs looked up startled. Sunny tried to get up, but Ratchet pushed him back down. "I don't think so," he lectured. "You've caused enough trouble for one day. I will not let you make your injuries worse."

"Hannah," Optimus began gently, "perhaps you should return to your room. Everything is under control."

But Hannah was feeling oddly defiant. "I already know about the fight. Why?"

Optimus sighed. "We don't know. Sunstreaker, here, won't tell us."

Hannah looked to the said mech for answers, but Sunny averted his optics away from her. She quickly approached him and purposely stood in his line of sight. "Why did you fight?"

But Sunny still didn't answer her. He couldn't. She would be devastated if she found out that they fought over her. Hannah's greatest fear was causing a rift between them and inadvertently she had. Not to mention the fact that she had enough on her plate as it was. This would just be icing on the cake.

"It's nothing to worry about," he said, his vocal processor hoarse. "Sibling rivalry." It wasn't totally untrue.

Ratchet snorted. "It seemed a little more then that to me, considering you were practically trying to kill each other.

Hannah's hands flew to her mouth to muffle her gasp of horror and Sunny glared at the medic. "You're over exaggerating. It's fine. It's over."

Optimus narrowed his optics on the warrior. "By no means, whatsoever, is this over."

Hannah stepped closer to him. "Are you alright?" She hesitantly reached out a hand like she wanted to touch him, but was too afraid, either that she'd hurt him somehow or he'd yell at her.

Sunny nodded. "I said I was fine."

"You don't look fine," she argued. "You're bleeding…that blue stuff."

Ratchet chuckled at her. "Energon," he corrected.

"Yeah that."

Hannah finally resolved herself to placing her hand on his leg, away from any lacerations. Sunny stiffened and Hannah moved to retract her hand when Sunny slowly lifted his, extending a finger to touch it. He flashed a quick reassuring grin and dropped his hand again. Hannah sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get anything out of him about what had happened, but his gesture had been sweet and for Sunstreaker it was unexpected.

"Okay, well, I'm going to go check on Sideswipe. I'll be back in a bit." She looked up at Optimus and Ratchet. "Where is he?

"Other side of the dam," Ratchet answered. "In the All Spark hanger."

Hannah nodded. She looked to Sunstreaker again, her face disappointed and concerned. "We'll talk later, right?"

Sunny couldn't stand her disappointment. It stabbed at him much more than her anger would have. He knew that she cared, maybe even loved him, but not the way she loved Sideswipe. So Sunny scoffed at her, falling into his character perfectly once again, the role he had assumed three months ago when she first met him.

"Whatever."

Hannah flinched and backed away, hurt and confused by the shift of mood, but shouldn't have been surprised given that this was the Sunstreaker she was used to.

Sunny wanted to take it back, but he couldn't for her sake and for his brother's. Still, he watched with agonized optics as she turned and ran from the hanger to be with Sides, leaving him for his brother, as it should be. Not too long ago, Sunstreaker had loathed her. He wanted to get rid of her. He was worried that he would lose his brother to her. Now, he'd give anything to have her back with him. She was losing her to Sides

Bitterly, Sunstreaker smiled. Lose her? He never had her in the first place.

Sunny silently cursed the bond between a guardian and his ward as well as his bond with Sideswipe that forced him to feel all these emotions, confusing him as to what were Sides and what were his own. It was a bond he couldn't sever, not matter how much he wished he could at the moment.

"What was this all about, Sunstreaker?" Optimus demanded.

"Drop it," he replied.

"Drop it?" Optimus mocked. "You two almost killed each other! Comrades, brothers! What in the name of Primus got into the both of you?"

Sunny closed his optics and sucked in a deep breath through his ventilation system. "Please, sir. Just…just don't ask me right now. Please."

Optimus wasn't sure what surprised him more; the fact that Sunstreaker said please or the fact that the proud warrior had so desperately begged. Optimus noticed how much older Sunny looked and given that their species took thousands, if not a couple million years to age, it was saying something.

"Alright," Optimus relented with a heavy sigh. "Against my better judgment I will leave this discussion for tomorrow. Ratchet, assist Sunstreaker to his quarters. Sunstreaker, you are not permitted to leave your quarters until I come to fetch you. Is that understood?"

Sunstreaker, despite his ordered confinement, looked grateful and he nodded sternly. Ratchet helped the younger warrior to his feet and assisted him out of the hanger.

When the two were gone, Optimus wearily rubbed his tired optics. Deep in his spark he had a theory as to why the fight broke out between the only set of twin their species had to offer, at least to his knowledge. Sunstreaker had thought he was masking his emotions well, but in his attempt to keep Sideswipe oblivious to them, he tended to drop his guard when his twin wasn't around and Optimus, as well as the other Autobots, were able to see how thoroughly exhausted and melancholy Sunstreaker had become.

Optimus couldn't even begin to imagine the torment that Sunstreaker was feeling. But he knew the yellow mech well and knew that it had been Sideswipe who had started the fight. Sunstreaker valued his brother above anything; more then the Autobots and their cause and more than himself. He would do anything for him, even join the Decepticons, and Optimus knew that the loyalty Sunny felt for his brother could be both one of his strongest allies and one of his most deadly enemies.

But it seemed that there was something, or better yet, someone, that could wedge themselves between the twins and put a strain on the bond that held them together for so many years and her name was Hannah James.

Sideswipe growled, jerking under the hold of his comrades, Ironhide and Bumblebee, as they held him down. "I said I was fine. Let me go."

Ironhide laughed mockingly. "Oh, yeah? And let you have another go at your brother? I don't think so."

True, going after Sunstreaker was on Sideswipe's to-do list, but neither the weapons specialist nor the scout were going to let him up. Slumping back against the wall, Sides sighed softly. Part of him still couldn't believe how he and Sunny had fought. Sides couldn't deny that he had seriously wanted to hurt his twin in more ways than one. Sideswipe knew how Sunstreaker felt about Hannah, his Hannah, probably more then the yellow mech understood himself. It was a guardian's nature to be overprotective. He tried to give Hannah her space, even letting her go out with a human male, but when his own brother, the mech who had wanted to kill Hannah three months ago, starts to have the same instinctual feelings for her that Sides had, the red twin just couldn't handle that.

Still, it was his brother and Sides knew that Sunstreaker was much more beat up than he was.

Sideswipe's optics slid shut as he shook his head. "This can't possibly get any worse."

"Sides! Are you okay? What happened? Why did you and Sunny fight?"

Ironhide smirked maliciously. "Oh, yes it can."

Sideswipe shoved himself from the wall. "Hannah!"

Hannah came to a halt at his feet, panting from her run across the base. "Are you okay?"

Sides nodded. "I'm fine."

Concerned melted into disappointment. "Well, that's good for you, I guess. Sunny's a mess!"

The sound of a pin dropping would have pierced the silence that was created by such a simple statement. Sideswipe was easy going, carefree it seemed. He was never one to rise quickly to anger or violence, not to say that he couldn't, especially given what he had done earlier. But there was one person he never thought that he would get this angry with and that was Hannah. Jealous anger was building within Sideswipe's chest, making the pulse of his spark quicken and his hands tighten into fierce fists.

"You saw him."

It wasn't a question.

"Yeah. I passed him on the way. What did you two fight about?"

Sides ignored that question as red seemed to swim before his vision. "You saw him first."

Instantly, Bumblebee stepped back from the red mech to stand in front of Hannah, using a hand to gesture for her to back up. "Back away, Hannah."

The young woman was confused as she stared up at him. "What?"

Sideswipe's glare was seething as his bright optics focused on Bumblebee. In a flash, Sideswipe was on his feet, more quickly than Ironhide could have anticipated, knocking the bulky mech back. "Don't protect her from me!" he yelled. "I'm her guardian!"

But Bee didn't move. "You are not in the right state of mind, Sideswipe. You might hurt her."

"I would never do that!"

"You're jealous she saw Sunstreaker first, aren't you?"

Sides growled, fingers twitching at he sides, looking ready to bypass Bumblebee by any means necessary. Instincts were screaming for him to get to Hannah, but in the back of his processor he knew that he was walking a fine line. Hannah didn't fully understand what being a guardian was all about. She didn't, couldn't, understand why Sides was behaving the way he was. And while he was enraged with her, he also didn't want to scare her.

Even now, her expression was completely shocked as she looked up at him worriedly. "Is that true?"

Sideswipe didn't trust himself to speak, but he couldn't stop the electronic growl that slipped through his vocal processor.

Ironhide stood on the fringes, ready to block Sideswipe if he made a move. "Perhaps you should leave now, Hannah."

"NO!" Sideswipe bellowed.

Hannah leaped at the bellowing of his voice. "What's the matter with you?'

Sides suddenly began to pace. Back and forth, back and forth, his metal body quivering. Both Ironhide and Bumblebee stood defensively; the scout remained in front of Hannah, keeping Sideswipe away while keeping Hannah back at the same time.

Still, Hannah took a step forward, feebly reaching her hand towards him. "Sides—"

"You're my ward, not his," the red mech spat at her. "Why did you see him first?"

Hannah swallowed audibly. "I-I just passed him on the way. I didn't…. Why is it such a big deal?"

"Because you're mine!" Sides roared. "MINE! Not his!"

Hannah reared back in surprise and realization. Sideswipe had never yelled at her before. She had never been afraid of Sideswipe like this before. The fight had been about her.

Old feelings and instincts were surfacing. She ducked her head, kept her eyes to the ground like a beaten dog that didn't want to get hit again. She was aware of what she was doing, yet she couldn't make herself stop as much as it disgusted her. She felt sick to her stomach, ready to throw up, but holding it back with heavy swallows.

Bumblebee took the initiative and stepped in front of her, blocking her from Sideswipe's vision with his leg. Hannah couldn't have been more grateful to the scout.

Sideswipe realized what he had done far too late. "Hannah—"

"It was because of me," she said meekly. "You fought your brother because of me."

Sideswipe wanted to see her, but Bumblebee wasn't budging. "No, it wasn't like that. I'm sorry. We were just—"

"What?" Hannah cried. "Messing around? I saw the shape Sunny was in Sides! I'm seeing you now and I know that you were really trying to hurt each other! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Bumblebee looked alarmed and looked down at her over his shoulder. "Hannah, calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down!" she screamed. "Why? What could he have done to make you hurt him like that? And don't deny it! The way your acting now makes it pretty obvious that you're the one who started it."

Sideswipe was devastated to see Hannah so mad and hurt by him. He wanted to blame his brother, but it was difficult to when he knew whose fault it really was. But he was still angry. He didn't want to lose Hannah to Sunstreaker and while within their species it wasn't a possibility, Hannah was human, and therefore didn't bond like they did. Hannah could leave Sides if that was her choice. So, Sideswipe's instincts compensated for the fact that Hannah couldn't bond with him and he became competitive.

To Sideswipe, Hannah belonged to him and him to her, a mutual ownership, but not based on force or subjugation. It was a partnership, it gave him something to fight for, live for in some cases, and the fact that Sunstreaker was starting to feel the same way… And Hannah being who she is would try to make everyone happy. But Sideswipe was possessive. Sunstreaker could not be allowed into the picture.

"I can't share you," Sides admitted.

Hannah blanched, as her eyes were flooded with angry tears that spilled down her cheeks. "Share me?" she demanded. She walked around Bumblebee to face him. "Who the hell are you to treat me like I'm—like I'm some sort of possession?"

Sideswipe looked away, ashamed. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? That's it?" she sobbed. "My whole life, I've had people telling me what to do! My mother, my father, my boss, now you? I've had enough! I'm sick of people trying to control me!"

"I never tried to control you," Sides pleaded. "I'm you're guardian. I just want you to be safe."

"I don't give a damn about this guardian crap!" she screamed. "I'm done with it! If it's about controlling me, then I don't want it. I don't want any of it!" Panting she stepped back to rub her eyes, trying to remove traces of her crying. "I'm going back to Jersey. I have a funeral to plan and I can't deal with this right now." She looked up at him, her large brown eyes hurt and angry. "Don't bother following me. I'm not coming back."

And just like that, Hannah turned and walked from the hanger. She did not want to be the driving force that would rip Sideswipe and Sunstreaker apart.

Sides felt his spark drop and his body shake. "HANNAH!"

He moved to run after her, but his legs gave out from a combination of his injuries from the fight and the sharp physical pain in his chest cavity. Bumblebee caught him and set him down gently, but Sides struggled to get away, his thoughts were only on getting Hannah to come back. Sideswipe could even hear Bumblebee's voice. His processor echoed with Hannah's parting words. He didn't know that on the other side of the base, Sunstreaker was in an equal amount of agony, echoing his brother's through a bond that couldn't be as easily severed.

A/N: Don't hurt me! You know I'm not gonna let this story have a bad ending. I hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!

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