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Warning – References to Night to Day by Shadowblade-tara.

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Sideswipe should have seen it coming, really. He knew that Starscream had a thing for Prowl, even if the stuck-up seeker wouldn't admit it. He even tried beating Jazz down for daring to touch his mech. Screamer's words, not his. So, it came as no surprise when Jazz wound up in the infirmary because of a fight with Starscream.

Sunstreaker moved silently down the hall, Sideswipe right behind him. "Are you sure about this, Sideswipe?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Watch, there he goes now. Betcha he's headed for Prowl's quarters." Sideswipe said with a shudder.

"I don't think so. Jazz is there with him, and I don't think Screamer is willing to take them both on." Sunstreaker took a step then paused. "What about Thundercracker and Skywarp? We actually like them."

"TC and Sky are in class. This won't affect them." Sideswipe said, heading for Starscream's now empty quarters.

Sunstreaker followed him, both mechs sighing when they entered the room, locking the door securely after them. "So now what?" Sunstreaker hissed.

Sideswipe pulled a paintbrush and some red paint from his subspace pocket. "Watch."

"Hey, isn't that my –"

"Mute it, Sunny, I've already replaced this with a new one." Sideswipe said as he worked. He finished, and looked his work over. He nodded in satisfaction, as Sunstreaker rolled his optics when he saw what Sideswipe had painted.

"Mature, Sideswipe."

Sideswipe had painted a warning on Starscream's berth.

Back off, or else you're going to be smeared from one end of the academy to the other.

Sideswipe grinned. "Yup. It could be anyone talking. Primus knows he's fragged enough mechs off."

Sunstreaker sighed. "Let's go. We have about five minutes before Screamer gets back."

They left the room, and headed down the hall to the rec room. As they passed Bluestreak, Sunny's hand shot out, and his fingers trailed down Bluestreak's doorwing, causing it to twitch.

Bluestreak spun around. "Sunny!"

Sunstreaker looked back with a smirk and a wink before disappearing into the rec room. Bluestreak sighed and followed him into the rec room, smiling and waving to the other mechs there. He perched himself in Sunstreaker's lap. "Was that absolutely necessary, Sunny? I mean, I know you like my doorwings but you don't have to touch them all the time, you know."

Sunstreaker grinned. "Sure I do." he said, punctuating his sentence with another touch to Blue's doorwings.

Bluestreak gave him a half-hearted glare before waving at Sideswipe. "Hi, Sideswipe!"

"Hey, Blue." Sideswipe didn't take his gaze from the door of the rec room.

"Are you waiting on someone? No, you're not. you look too smug to be waiting for someone." Bluestreak said, answering his own question as he spoke.

Sideswipe winked at him. "You'll just have to be patient and see."

A few moments later, Starscream stalked into the room, Sky and TC trailing him, looking vastly amused.

Starscream stood on a table and whistled, effectively getting everyone's attention. "I want to know who dared paint in my quarters!"

Dead silence.

"WELL?!"

Bluestreak spoke up. "I would imagine that if anyone did, they'd hardly admit to it, right?" he asked, giving the seeker a shrug. "What was painted on your wall?"

"Not my wall. My berth." Starscream growled. "I want to know who did it."

"Well, that didn't answer my question, though, Starscream. What was painted on your berth?" Bluestreak asked curiously

Starscream ignored the young doorwinger, his attention suddenly focused on the door.

Prowl walked into the room, followed by Jazz, who was holding his shoulder, as he still didn't have his visor.

"What's going on?" Prowl asked mildly.

Starscream glared at Jazz. "Did you do it?"

Jazz blinked. "Do what?"

"Paint all over my berth?" Starscream said, talking to Jazz like he would a slow child.

"Nope." Jazz said brightly. "I've been under house arrest." he said with a grin, tapping the side of his head where the visor would attach.

Starscream's gaze landed on the Twins. "What about you two?"

Sideswipe gave Starscream a bland look. "What about us?"

Bluestreak suddenly understood why Sideswipe had looked so smug. He buried his face in Sunstreaker's shoulder as he began to laugh. Sunstreaker's shoulders were already shaking with suppressed laughter.

Prowl touched Jazz's shoulder, and they both made their way over to where the Twins and Blue were. Prowl rose an optic ridge. "Am I to assume that you are the ones responsible?" he asked, taking in the entirely too smug looks on Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's faces.

Sunstreaker gave a subtle nod, which he covered up by burying his head in Blue's shoulder. "Yeah. It was all Sides, though. It was his idea. I was just along for the ride, this time."

"Ah. And what was painted on his berth, if I may ask?"

By now, Jazz was listening, and he was hiding his grin in Prowl's back, his arms wrapped around his waist. "Lemme guess. Pretty hearts, and other things that a wannabe Decepticreep would find gross?"

"Nope. He was warning Starscream away from you."

Prowl nodded, then paused. "What?"

"Yeah. Screamer has a thing for you, didn't you know?"

". . . .No."

Jazz snickered. "Well, ya do now, Prowler. Explains a lot, actually."

"Please for the love of Primus tell me you're kidding."

Sideswipe gave Prowl an innocent look. "Would I prank just anyone?"

"Yes."

"Ah, so mean, Uncle."

"Mute it."

Starscream stalked over to where Prowl, Jazz, Blue and the Twins were seated. He loomed over the seated Sideswipe and glared at him. "You did it, didn't you?"

Sideswipe cocked his head to the side. "What? Paint on your berth? Why on Cybertron would I wanna do that?" he asked, barely hiding his grin.

Sunstreaker shook his head. /Sides? Good job, you lugnut. You gave yourself off./ he muttered over their bond.

Sideswipe shrugged. /Oops. Not like I really care./

Sunstreaker nodded, and grinned. /Good point./

Starscream was visibly fuming. "Why did you do that?"

Sunsteaker smirked and leaned back, arms still wrapped securely around Bluestreak. "Oh, I don't know." he said, sarcasm dripping from his words. "It absolutely has nothing to do with the fact that you beat on Jazz, and insist that our uncle is going to be yours. I can't imagine why he'd do that." He looked up at Blue. "Can you?"

Bluestreak wisely stayed quiet, only shaking his head. The look he shot Prowl and Jazz clearly was asking for help.

Prowl was rigid. "You don't seriously have a crush on me, do you? The mere thought is horrifying."

Starscream stiffened. "Excuse me?"

Jazz was biting his lip to keep from laughing hysterically. "Ya heard the mech, Screamer. He ain't interested." he looked up at Prowl. "Uh-oh. Prowler?" he asked, snapping his fingers in front of Prowl's optics.

Nothing.

Sideswipe glared at Starscream. "Slag it, you made him lock up. C'mon, Jazz, help me get him to Ratchet."

"Ya takin' the blame for this one. I didn' do it." Jazz said.

"Why me?"

"Ya started it!"

As they argued, they disappeared down the hall, Prowl carried between them. Sunstreaker looked up at Starscream. "Anything else, or are you trying to intimidate me?"

Starscream stared down at Sunstreaker, who only rose an optic ridge. "Tell your brother I plan to get him back." With that, he stalked down the hall, TC and Sky pausing only long enough to roll their optics in Starscream's direction.

Sunstreaker saluted them with his energon as they followed their trine leader down the hall. Bluestreak looked down at Sunny. "Does this happen a lot?"

"Yeah. You might want to get used to it." Sunstreaker advised, taking a sip of energon, before handing the cube to Bluestreak.

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A/N – And now we know why Star bugs Prowler so much! (grins) Anyway, read and review, and let me know what you think!

Also, I have collaborated with shadowblade-tara, and we have a story up, but it's gotten no love. It's called TF: Generations. Please, go read it, and let us know what you think! Thanks!