You guys got lucky I posted the previous chapter on time because the day after, we were rushing like crazy to clear the boxes and all. Since I'm just writing the intro when I have the time, and currently my time is limited, all I can say is hope you enjoy this lil' bit and no..Transformers doesn't belong to me sadly..

If it does, Sunstreaker would exist in the '09 movie and Jazz wouldn't have died..! *sniff, sob*

A couple of days later, the femmes return to Cybertron and everything falls back to it's usual way in the Ark, but with Sideswipe still being a sparkling, 'usual way' may not be so usual.

The two brothers are playing around in the rec room, Sideswipe is now quite healthy and is able to crawl around his brother, twittering and giggling happily. And everytime he raised his arms and clenching and unclenching his small fists, Sunstreaker would sure to pick him up and nuzzle his cheeks, cooing at him whilst sending warm, loving pulses.

"Y'know, before this I thought you were a nuisance, always whining and begging me to help you in your silly pranks, and honestly, I took you for granted most of the time. But now I realise how wrong I was," murmured Sunstreaker as Sideswipe plays with some of his neck wires. The sparkling chirped, competely happy to be in his brother's arms.

"Let's get back to our room, I got a painting of you to finish," cooed the yellow mech as he kissed his brother's soft cheekplates. Sideswipe squeaked and curl into a tighter ball allowing Sunstreaker to shield him from further view using his arms.

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Once they're in their shared quarters, Sunstreaker wasted no time in feeding his brother and tucking him to bed. Once he's sure that Sideswipe is fast asleep, he pulls out his canvas and colours from subspace and continues his work, a picture of a calmly sleeping Sideswipe with his thumb in his mouth.

The first time he painted that picture, he didn't know what he was doing, his mind was filled with Sideswipe and his innocent, angelic smile. Next thing he knew, he had sketched that simple picture and actually decided to keep it rather than erase it like most of his sketches.

So now he's putting the colours on, gentle strokes danced on the canvas by the master artist's hand. Hours later, he finished the painting and stand up, looking over it with a smile. He gently holds the canvas and place it in a small room in their quarters where most of his paintings are. Some are saved from the galleries of Cybertron when it was burnt down eons ago, some are his own private collections that only Sideswipe had seen. Even so, Sunstreaker never felt so pleased like the one he had just completed.

Arranging the canvasses nicely, he gaze on all of the pictures when he heard the blankets being shuffled, an indication of Sideswipe finally waking up from his slumber. Closing the door, he made his way to his berth where Sideswipe is looking up at him with groggy optics.

"Hey Sides, finally awake I see," murmured the yellow mech comfortingly as he scoops his brother onto his arms. Sideswipe yawns and stuck his glossa out to taste the air. That sight always make the yellow mech chuckle warmly and always wanted to cuddle Sideswipe more.

With his big, bright baby blue optics and adorable charms, even Optimus would melt at the sight. The scientists and engineers have been working day and night to construct the aging machine.

It actually has been finished when Ratchet detected a system glitch in the machine and they have to thoroughly scan in so that Sideswipe's processor wouldn't get infected by the virus, if that happens, Sunstreaker would be on the killing line and their frontliners would be a disaster. No one wants that.

"Let's get you some sunlight, your optics are still in the haze," said the yellow twin in a flat monotone. Sideswipe whimpered slightly when his brother opened the drapes suddenly, his optics burn from the large amount of light flooding in. Sunstreaker quickly shield his brother's face until the sparkling's optics have adjusted enough to handle the light.

Once Sideswipe is fully awake, Sunstreaker place his brother on the floor as he cleans up the paint mixers on the floor. But surprisingly the little sparkling made a frantic crawling dash to the paints and manage to topple them all over himself, causing the yellow twin to yelp and glare at his brother.

"Why is it that you insist on making me pissed?" growled the warrior. Sideswipe is covered with paint from helm to pedes, and looking very happy. He smile cutely and start to laugh and giggle, making handprints all over the floor. At first Sunstreaker is furious at the mess his brother just did, but then he didn't have the spark to stop him from having so much fun. After all, that smile always warms him.

Chuckling, he picks his brother up and hold him close, not even caring his chassis is covered with multiple hand prints and paint smear.

"Instead of making a mess on the floor, why don't you make art on a piece of paper? That's more civilized," hummed the yellow twin, kissing his brother's cheeks, it's a good thing it's not dirty. Sideswipe smile and let out a small chirp, his spark received plenty of warmth and love from his protective brother.

The older twin found a large piece of mahjong paper that the two girls had given him after realising it was an extra. Sunstreaker had kept it seeing how he doesn't know what to do with that fragile thing. Now it has been turned into Sideswipe's own canvass to paint pictures on. And how the sparkling enjoyed his new discovery.

As Sunstreaker watch his brother smear paint all over the paper, he decided that he should teach his brother a thing or two about finger painting.

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For hours, the two Lambos stayed in their quarters and completely forgot the time as they were having too much fun laughing and painting. After Sideswipe fingerpaints the entire paper, Sunstreaker had to ask from Leanna some more because his brother still wants to have fun with the drying paint all over his frame.

"Don't waste too many, I need those," warned the girl sternly as she hands at least 30 pieces. Sunstreaker then returns to his quarters where a happily giggling sparkling is rolling around on the dirtied mahjong paper. Sunstreaker let out a rare laugh when he saw the scene.

"You're way too happy today Sides. Here you go, you said you want to paint a picture?" smile the yellow mech as he hands his brother a piece which got eagerly snatched off.

"Sides paint bots! Sides paint bots!" chirp the little mech enthusiastically. Sunstreaker hands his sparkling brother small cans filled with fresh paint as he stands up to full height.

"Alright Sides, you paint and I'll be in the washracks to wash all these. Be a good sparkling and don't wander off," told Sunstreaker as he pats his brother's head gently. Sideswipe cooed and went straight to work, dipping his entire arm into the can and start to splatter them all over the paper. Sunstreaker smiled and shook his head in amusement before going into the washracks.

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"I saw Sunstreaker walk in just now, and I'm not sure whether my optics are scrambled or was he covered with paint?" Ratchet inquired when he entered the medbay. Both First Aid and Leanna are cleaning the medbay tools, the latter is sweeping the floor with her mp3 blasted to full volume and practically couldn't hear the CMO.

"No sir, he was covered with paint. Came in to ask some papers," First Aid told him from where he's standing by the toolbox. Ratchet look down to where the human is humming the song she's listening to.

"Sunstreaker, the ever famous 'don't mess with my paint' Sunstreaker, is covered with multiple paint blobs? I find that unbelieving," muttered the ambulance. First Aid choked on a laugh and clears his throat but he couldn't help but smile at his mentor's tone. Ratchet walks in to gather some medical reports and run over them, just in case he needs a sudden exam -insert evil smirk here-.

"How did the machine go sir?" ask the junior medic, finally looking over to Ratchet.

"The usual shenanigans. The virus managed to get to the central unit and if it doesn't get de-coded soon, we have to tear the machine apart and rebuild it which would cause a whole lot of back-track, that and our resources are getting low. I tried to warn Wheeljack to install a protection programming while building that thing but the slagger thinks that the unit is 'virus-free'! See what happens when you don't listen to me?" sneered the ambulance without looking up from the medical pad.

"I take it they're working on the de-coding programme?" First Aid inquired, closing the toolbox.

"You bet they are, it's a good thing Jazz is there to know which and what goes where. The longer they're delaying on changing Sideswipe back, the dangerous the situation will be," Ratchet frowned, looking his apprentice straight in the optics.

"I thought Sunstreaker would protect his twin no matter what, with his maternal programming up and all,"

"That egotistical piece of slag can watch both their afts if he's fully functional, but you know how the 'Cons are. They'd divert the rest of us and gang up on Sunstreaker. They take down Sunstreaker, they'll get Sideswipe. And you know what happens if one twin dies..."

They both went silent, except for the girl who's still in her own world, but unknown to them, she had tuned down her music and had listened to everything. Her eyes are dark and her spirit equally gone. Without the twins, no matter how ridiculus their acts are, no matter how troublemaking they are, the base would never be the same.

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Later that night while Sideswipe is sleeping, Sunstreaker look over to the paintings his brother had done. He only chuckle when he sees the papers covered with a mixture of colours and blobs. A few he could guess who, but mostly he couldn't even tell who's who and what's what. Looking at his slumbering brother, he decides to ask him the next morning.

Kissing his brother gently on the helm, he turned off the lights and went out to get some energon, and maybe some talk with the resident scientists.

On his way to the recroom, he passed by First Aid who's curious on why the yellow mech had ask papers, seeing how Sunstreaker kept his artistic side a secret, save a few who knows him back in the Golden Age namely Mirage or Ratchet. Jazz knew because he's Head of Special Ops for a reason...nothing goes unknown for him, the slagger..

"It's Sideswipe, he just wants to play around," Sunstreaker replied the not-true-but-not-false answer. No way is he gonna tell him that Sideswipe wants to paint, then the medic would want to know why all of a sudden? Not taking any chances.

"Oh, well Ratchet says the machine might take a few more days for it to be de-coded. Jazz and Perceptor are working their best on it," explained the young medic with a smile.

Well, that saves time on finding the Ark's brains.

"Alright then," said the frontliner with the tiniest hint of a smile. "I better know more than this. Have to make sure since Sideswipe is growing and we don't want to re-live with a youngling, especially my brother.."

The two mechs shuddered inwardly at the amount of mayhem the red devil can cause when he's half their size and have twice the imagination and creativity. They bid goodbye and the yellow mech continues his journey to the rec room.

The door opens with a hiss and Sunstreaker made a beeline to the dispenser, filling his cube. He then walks over to the table where Jazz, Blaster, Hound and Bluestreak are already occupying. This is also the same table the twins always hang out with.

"Hey Sunstreaker, you're finally out of your room," Hound commented with a smile. The frontliner shrugs a shoulder in a tired manner, seeing how he IS tired after the whole day cleaning and rebuffing his glossy finish. He sits down and slowly drink from his cube as Bluestreak told a funny story.

"Jazz, I heard from First Aid that you're decoding the machine's programme?" Sunstreaker cuts in, the TIC nods his head.

"Yea man, I had ta bypass th'code so tha' Ratch' an' th'others could flush those virus outta the machine's systems. I'm tellin' ya, that thing's got a processor on it's own 'cause everytime I uploaded an anti-virus, the thing adapts ta it, makes the decoding a lil' bit harder. Have ta make sure it doesn't corrupt the entire system,"

Sunstreaker went completely silent, unsure of what to say. He gulps down the remaining energon and bid the others goodnight. From his seat, Jazz knew that the frontliner is missing his brother, his twin brother. Sure Sideswipe is still there, but somehow Jazz could see the loneliness from the other mech's optics. That set a fire in him to work harder at bypassing the machine's code, he's the mech to lift others' spirits, not watch them crumble. With determination embedded in his spark, Jazz promised to get it done as soon as possible.

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The next day...

After waking up and taking his time in the washracks, plus the shine and wax he did on himself, Sunstreaker went over to a half-awake Sideswipe and gently scoops him up just as the little one yawns and coos at his brother. The yellow mech smile softly and hugs his brother as he reaches out for the bottle.

"Morning Sides, want to paint again today?" cooed the yellow mech as he sent out love pulses through the bond. Sideswipe hiccups and manage to let out a small, sleepy smile. Sunstreaker nuzzle his cheeks and start searching his subspace pocket for the papers. Once he found them, he wave them in front of the now-awake Sideswipe.

"Remember this? Why don't you tell your brother who this is," smirk the yellow mech. Sideswipe cooed and giggled, finally realising what it is. Sunstreaker place the papers on the ground and start pointing one blob to the other. The first one is a black blob with fingerprints smeared over it slightly.

"Who's this?"

"'Breaker!" chirp the little mech. Then Sunstreaker points to a grey blob.

"And this?"

"Powl!"

Another blob, this time it's white with splotches of red and grey. Then a blue blob with white splotches, a red blob with grey prints, a yellow blob and a green blob.

"Watchet, Miwage, Iwonhide, Bee an' Hound!" giggled the sparkling. Sunstreaker changed to another paper, this time with a red and blue blob, a white and blue blob with a hint of black and two red blobs, one of them having white here and there.

"Uh..Owpimus, Jazzy, 'Ferno an' Wed!"

The older twin continues to point at one blob after the other to which Sideswipe happily name them. Then finally, Sunstreaker pulls out the last paper that only shows two blobs, one yellow and one red. The yellow blob seems to have something sticking out at the 'head' while the red blob have a black splotch for it.

Sunstreaker smile, he knew who they are but Sideswipe insisted to say it.

"Sunny an' Sides! Sunny nice to Sides, Sunny woves Sides!" chirp the small bot with a happy smile. Sunstreaker was completely speechless, that coming from his brother after all this time really is an honor. With what he had to put up most of the time, this is really worth watching him, not like he's ask anything in return anyways.

"Sides..thank you. And yes, I do love you. After all, who better to look after you besides me?" hums the frontliner as he nuzzled Sideswipe's cheeks whilst sending a tsunami of love pulse through the bond, making Sideswipe hiccup slightly. The sparkling is truly content to be in his brother's arms. Warm, safe and surprisingly, relaxing. With his head near the spark chamber and all, Sideswipe wanted nothing more.

The two brothers smile at each other before Sunstreaker pulls out a canvass from his storage room and place it on the ground with some cans of paint. He then pulls out another for himself, along with a palette for the paints and a couple dozens of brushes. Sideswpe squealed delightfully and start to fingerpaint all over as Sunstreaker paints a picture of himself and his twin brother, standing back to back and leaning forward slightly, a confident smile on both faces like they're ready to take down an army of Decepticons.

He thought, this might be the most vibrant paintings he had done so far after crashing on Earth. Looking down, maybe he'll save Sideswipe's painting as well, it's not everyday Sideswipe paints alongside him.

For the next couple of hours, the two brothers paint their sparks out while basking in each other's love.

I'm sorry! This thing and the move took longer than expected! I mean, we're just three people and moving HUGE furnitures and more HUGE amount of stuff is..well...time eating.

Again, I'm sorry for taking so long! Thanks yoong for the multiple ideas, this might go on for a while but still need excuses why the machine needs to be delayed.

I had fun with my mum a few days ago, we went to a motor show and guess what, Bumblebee's there! The car I meant, and also the 15 feet replica! Had to pay 15 bucks for that but it was WORTH IT! I squealed like a 5-year-old when there's a Transformers corner. I bought almost every available item there!

Stickers, comic books, novels, bookmark, toys etc etc... AWESOMENESS! I even saw Lamborghinis, a Diablo and a Murcielago SV, got girlish right there when I saw those two.

Rambling..,again! Please review!