Seeing as how life just seem to flow by this few days, I don't have much to say actually. A request was sent and I've been bashing my head on a table to find the right plot.

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A certain little black helm pokes out underneath a berth and looking around, making sure no one was there to get him. Satisfied, he crawls out from his hiding spot and towards a pile of soft pillows when large hands captured him and warm blows of air tickled his small frame, earning squeaks and giggles from the sparkling.

"Seems I've found you, hm..? Where do you think you're going baby Sides?" cooed Sunstreaker as he rubs his noseplate to Sideswipe's playfully. The sparkling smiles and batted his older sibling's nose away causing the yellow twin to stop the small arm from damaging his face any further. Typical..

Cuddling his brother closer, Sunstreaker kissed the little helm and cradled Sideswipe in his left arm while his other arm pats and stroke Sideswipe's helm. The sparkling yawns and curled himself into a tighter ball, basking in his brother's love.

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After a couple of hours, Sideswipe finally wakes up with a soft coo and a yawn. He stirred around his brother's arm (Sunstreaker kept holding him the entire time) and looks up at his brother with sleepy optics. The yellow twin hefted his brother up and place him over his spark chamber. Sideswipe twittered and starts to whimper. Bouncing his brother, Sunstreaker tried to stop his whimperings but the sparkling still won't stop.

Now, the yellow Lambo have to deal with a crying bundle in his arms. Tears flowing freely from Sideswipe's optics and sobs and hiccups filled the room. Sunstreaker's gaze went from pleading to warm. Placing the helm under his chin, Sunstreaker starts to hum a lullaby. Sideswipe's whimpers died down to sniffs.

After a few while, the sparkling thrashed about around his brother, his little feet accidently left a long scratch on his brother's chestplate. Sunstreaker yelped and held his brother away, scared he might damaged his paintjob anymore than it does.

"Look what you did Sides..! Now I have to buff it up, repaint and wax it! Can't you just sit still for once?" whines the older twin. Sunstreaker placed his brother on the floor while he went off to retrieve his can of wax, paint and polish. Sideswipe pouts and pushed himself forward, crawling around the floor to find something interesting.

Sunstreaker walks back to his berth with his hand full of branded yellow paint. Sadly he didn't see the sparkling by his leg and trips over him, narrowly missing Sideswipe by inches. The can of paint flew above him and fell on the warrior's head, yellow paint covering his helm.

Optics turning slightly red, he turns around growling and sees Sideswipe giggling, mocking him.

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"Take him!"

Smokescreen, who's been happily gambling with Mirage, Hound, Tracks and Jazz, stared at the yellow-helmed twin as his face was shoved with a confused sparkling.

"Pardon?" he blinked, clearly a little surprised when Sunstreaker just dumped his brother on his lap. "Why are you giving him to me? I thought you wouldn't want anyone else taking care of him?"

Sunstreaker humphed. "That was before I know he was a troublemaking bundle of wire with a face. You can watch him until I say you can return him to me," snarled the yellow twin as he tried to get at least some of the yellow paint off his head by scratching slightly.

Smokescreen just blinked repeatedly and after some hesitance, he accepted Sideswipe but the diversionary strategist still have one more question. "How long will he be under my care again?"

"As long as I said so," answered Sunstreaker with a growl. He huffed and turns around, heading towards the washrack trying to find some thinner to get the paint off and black paint to repaint his helm.

Watching the retreating form, Smokescreen then turns his attention to the sad looking sparkling. "Guess that leaves me with you," hums the diversionary strategist. Sideswipe cooed quietly, his end of the bond a little upset and confused as though why there was so many negative waves from his brother.

Scratch that, he couldn't even feel the pulsing warmth anymore, like there's a barricade between them, stopping the flow from reaching him. Slumping down in Smokescreen's arms, Sideswipe turned his head away from the doorway, not wanting to know why anymore.

"Why do ya think 'Streaker suddenly hands 'im over? And can somebot tell meh WHY his helm's yellow? Or wazit jus' meh?" Jazz spoke up, breaking the tension that suddenly builds up in the room.

"Don't know why he suddenly give me this sparklet, and no Jazz...I think all of us saw that Sunstreaker's helm is full yellow," Smokescreen answered, warpping his arms around Sideswipe and rubbing his sensitive helm.

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Later that night, Smokescreen still haven't got any messages from the yellow hellion regarding his brother. When he commed the Lamborghini, his only reply was a gruff 'You can keep him for tonight!'. So, with a heavy sigh, he returns to his quarters with full arms.

Once he entered his dark room, Sideswipe's interest hit the roof and he starts to look around, hoping that this might be the familiar room he's always in. But his spark sank once the lights turned on, revealing a room very different from where he used to be. The sparkling twittered as if saying, 'this isn't my room..'

Smokescreen quirk a metal brow when his charge for the night twittered at him and pointing something. Still not used to be around sparklings, he placed Sideswipe on the berth where the sparkling merely turned himself around and sit on his aft, still pointing to the opposite wall that contains his winning prizes.

"What's the matter kid? Want to see what trophies I got for being the master gambler?" smirk the Datsun proudly while holding up a can of expensive polish. "See this? Sunshine gave it to me when I won a bet. If you were a mech, you'd remember that there's a bet going on whether Wheeljack's shock blast cannon would blow up or not. I won happily, even if Jazz tried to mess with the wiring, he's a saboteur, not inventor," chuckled the mech as he trace the brand with a finger.

Sideswipe somehow isn't interested in Smokescreen's gambling victories, he's only wondering where his brother is and why he haven't pick him up yet. As the Datsun continues to bask in his glory, Sideswipe looks around and STILL can't find his brother, the warm feeling is there but it doesn't get to him fully, he only could sense the presence.

Whimpering, Sideswipe called out to his brother again.

Nothing, again.

Still nothing, he finally couldn't stand the loneliness and cried his optics and vocals out. Smokescreen was taken aback at the sheer volume. He scrambled towards his berth and scoops Sideswipe up to the crook of his arm, attempting to calm the little mech.

"Ah..hussh..hussh..please don't cry, please don't cry. Oh Primus..what am I suppose to do? Usually Sunstreaker's the one handling this, why me..why NOW!" mumbled the Datsun as he bounced the wailing sparkling gently. Then, an idea struck him.

"Maybe you're hungry, yeah..hungry." Placing Sideswipe back on the berth, he went over to his cabinets and pulls out Sideswipe's bottle. Rushing back to his berth, Smokescreen tried to feed the sparkling but Sideswipe refused to do anything but to be handed over back to Sunstreaker.

Why isn't the warm feeling get to him? Where is his brother? Doesn't Sunny care for him anymore? Was the pulses filled with love and protection are just dreams of what his spark desire?...

Sunny...

Sideswipe wailed louder even when Smokescreen place him over his spark chamber. Even lullabies doesn't seem to work on the sparkling. After crying a while, Sideswipe's vocals are now added with statics and he coughs violently, but he still keeps on crying. Groaning in frustration, Smokescreen has no choice but to bring him to Ratchet.

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"What happen!" Ratchet shouted, trying to get his voice over the sparkling's wails.

"I don't know! He just suddenly cried! Wouldn't even let me feed him!" Smokescreen answered, also via shouting. Sideswipe is on the berth and still crying, but his voice now laced with statics most of the time and his coughs becomes more frequent, his chest heaving as he tried to cycle air in.

"Might need to sedate him for this.."muttered the medic. Taking a small syringe from one of his cabinets, he fills it up and injected it through Sideswipe's forearm. Moments later, the sparkling is fast asleep. "Great..now I have to check his vocals, how did Sideswipe end up in your arms again?" asked the medic.

Smokescreen merely shrug. "I don't get the details myself, all I know is Sunstreaker dumping him to me all of a sudden."

Ratchet quirk a metal brow. "Speaking of that miscreant, did you notice that his helm is..." the medic circled his fingers around his own helm, wondering if he doesn't go mad out of the blue.

"Different? Yea..it's yellow. Said something 'bout Sides being a troublemaking wires with a face," answered the Datsun casually. Their time chronometer indicates that it is precisely three in the morning and warnings pop up on Smokescreen's CPU for the lack of recharge. Pushing himself from the wall he's been leaning, Smokescreen waves goodbye and goodnight, leaving both medic and sparkling alone.

In another room..

Sunstreaker twisted and turned on his berth. His CPU told him to get some recharge but his spark kept thinking about his brother and how weird it feels without him by his side. Closing his optics, he remembers the time Sideswipe just got out of the surgery room after the battle with the 'Cons. The time where he realized that his brother is sick.

FLASHBACK

The morning after Sideswipe had been released, Sunstreaker notices something odd about his brother. It's 6 AM in the morning and usually the little mech would be either awake or whimpering to get something to drink. His bottle is warm and ready but Sideswipe still haven't stir. Moving to his berth, Sunstreaker place a gentle hand on his brother's forehelm.

"Sides..you're burning up.." muttered the yellow Lambo worriedly. At that exact moment, Sideswipe tiredly open his optics to look up at his brother. Weak chirps came from the sparkling as his naturally bright and glassy optics becomes dull and lifeless.

Sunstreaker clicked in a motherly fashion and gently scoops his brother up, resting him at the crook of his left arm. The sparkling simply look up when his brother reached for the bottle and place the tip at his mouth. No energy to play or do anything, Sideswipe slowly sucks the content out.

Now Sunstreaker knew that his brother is sick. When the bottle is empty, he wraps Sideswipe in a thicker blanket and place him on his pillow while patting the small frame lightly. The sparkling reached out with a hand, his fingers curls around his brother's larger digit. Extra warmth was radiated off by Sunstreaker when he pulls his brother closer to his chestplates.

Cuddling his brother, Sunstreaker kept tending his brother until he's completely healed.

END FLASHBACK

Growling in frustration, he really wanted his brother in his arms again but for some unknown reason, he's still so angry. Not thinking of that matter anymore, he closes his optics for the night and fell into a deep slumber.

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The day after, Smokescreen went over to the medbay to retrive his charge. Upon entering the bay, he could clearly see Ratchet checking on Sideswipe's vitals. Bracing himself in case the medic went crazy, he balled up his fist to knock but Ratchet seems to have a third optic behind his head.

"Quit stallin'! You coming in or what?" snaps the medic. Smokescreen jerked slightly but walks in, hiding his nervousness. Ratchet can smell fear from a mile away!

"How is he? Still throwing a tantrum?" asked the Datsun as he silently walks closer.

"Good thing no. He woke up a couple of times crying and screaming and calling his brother but I got him under control without sedatives. Had to put an I.V since he wouldn't ingest anything. This is getting troublesome.." commented Ratchet.

The two just watch in silence at the sparkling, his face has tear stains and his neck is wrapped by bandage after Ratchet checked his vocal processor. What the medic found, it's completely short-circuited after the series of loud wailings and cryings.

"What're we suppose to do now? Not like he's going to go anywhere for a while..." muttered Smokescreen, breaking the tense silence.

"I need to find Sunstreaker and maybe maim him to talking on what the frag had happened until he abandons his brother to you," fumes the ambulance. Ratchet told Smokescreen to watch the sparkling for a while as he grabs a few wrenches, stores it in subspace and went off to stalk the Lamborghini.

Sitting down beside the sparkling, Smokescreen constantly checks the little mech's vitals just in case something might go wrong. As he sat there, a loud clang and a shout of pain and anger followed by curses and more clanging indicates that Ratchet had just found Sunstreaker, he tuned his audios up to hear what they're saying.

"Where's your brother!"

WHACK!

"OWW! Frag dammit Ratchet! Quit throwing those Pit-slaggin' wrenches at me! He's with Smokescreen!"

"THAT was yesterday! Do you KNOW where he is now?"

"What're you talkin' about! With Smokescreen, who else!"

CRASH!

"Wrong! He's in the medbay and wanting you!"

There was silence. Footsteps running came to a stop, wrenches are no longer sailing through the air and shouts and curses silenced. Everything was as quiet as a graveyard. Smokescreen wondered if Ratchet had manage to bash the warrior too hard and knocks him unconscious.

"What..?"

"Come here.."

Moments later, both of them entered the medbay, Ratchet's optics told Smokescreen to leave, the Datsun understood completely and left the duo alone, not wanting to disturb the spark to spark talk. Once he leaves, Ratchet and Sunstreaker went into the medic's office. Ratchet seated himself and motioned Sunstreaker to do the same.

"Why are you leaving your own brother defenseless? I don't exactly know what happen but I do know, is that you're picking a fight with a sparkling who doesn't exactly know a lot of things. Tell me, what can he do?"

Sunstreaker dips his head low, unable to look at the medic straight in the optics. Ratchet was right, what was he thinking? Blocking off the bond and giving Sideswipe away without a second thought. That was just plain mad.

"I..."

Ratchet waited for the gladiator to answer, but all Sunstreaker could do is grit his dentas and refusing to talk. So, he decided to do it for him in order to make him understand.

"You listen here you sorry excuse for a scrap pile. I didn't get enough recharge last night thanks to your brother blowing his head with his wailings. Top of that, you still won't take Sideswipe which means the Pits for me. More wailing equals his vocals shorting out. His vocals shorting out equals work for me, more work equals less recharge and less recharge equals you GETTING A NEW FRAME!"

Sunstreaker reeled back out of surprise and speechlessness. He'd never thought that a recharheless Ratchet can be ten times scarier, and he couldn't even believe that's possible!

"What're you talking about? Vocals shorting? Whose vocals?" asked the yellow mech as he blinks multiple times dumbly.

"YOUR BROTHER you damn fragging Pit-spawn! How hard is it not to take out your anger on your own sparkling sibling? Sideswipe doesn't ask for much, all he wants is to be with you! You've been doing a great job of taking care of him, with him suddenly being ripped apart from you by you, he's confused! Scared! Sad! Is that what you want a defenseless sparklet to feel?"

Sunstreaker was at loss for words. True, he had been taking great care of his brother. Feeds him, bathe him, play with him, teach him names and such, doing almost everything to ensure he's safe and happy. But why did he just send Sideswipe off after one meaningless fight? Lowering his head and balling up his fists, Sunstreaker stood.

"Thanks...Ratchet. And you're right..he's mine, I can't leave him, not when he's like this.." rasped the gladiator.

Ratchet does a mental jiggle. He's not really good in soft words but when it comes to rubbing things on the depressed mech's face, he'd do it until the other regains his confidence again.

"I'll ask Wheeljack to speed things up. You've got a sparkling to take care of," smirk the medic, proud by his 'aggresive' help. Sunstreaker nods and walks out of the office, making his way to the berth where Sideswipe is occupying. Ratchet walks out shortly after and stabilizes Sideswipe. He disconnects the wires and tubes and handing Sideswipe back to his brother.

"No more fighting, alright?" says Ratchet in a calm tone. Sunstreaker tenderly holds Sideswipe and finally opens the bond that had been blocked. As for Sideswipe, he finally feels the radiating warmth to his spark that exploded like a tsunami after the dam had been removed. Slowly, he opens his optics, and saw his brother.

"Hey Sides..let's take you back to our room," croaks Sunstreaker with a small smile.

After receiving some tips and do's and don't's from Ratchet, Sunstreaker happily brought his brother back to their sanctuary.

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After Sunstreaker left, Smokescreen pokes his head in.

"Hey Ratch', can I take Sides back?"

"Frag off, Sunstreaker took him back, you're outta luck,"

"Aww..dammit. I never had the chance to play with the squirt,"

"If you want to play with him, go ask Sunstreaker's permission,"

"If he says yes, can I teach him how to gamble? He WAS the worst gambler I've ever seen in my life,"

Ratchet turns around and levelled Smokescreen with his darkest glare. A wrench is now in his posession and being gripped way too tight until small cracks could be seen.

"You teach him how to gamble..." starts the medic slowly. "And I'll remove your private bits and give it to the plumbers," a dark smirk accompanied this. "I've heard that they need extra slippery lubricant..."

Smokescreen wisely took a step back and scremas at the top of his vocals, running for his life and one hand protecting his 'private bits'.

That doesn't sound too dirty...does it? Memo to me...never let two of my 'out of this world' friends contaminate my mind with...weird thoughts. I still don't know why I even agreed to this. But an ending is an ending, and it's late, I got school tomorrow, it's around 12-ish and I'm sure I'm gonna be late again.

Not that I can help it I mean..both my phone and alarm clock are not working, so I'm relying on my dad. Mum's outta town..hmm...lucky. If I wake up late again, he is so gonna get it...

Read n review, ideas are always welcome since mine's getting short.