I feel so proud of myself right now! This is the fifth chapter! Dude, I was doing a stress-relieving class in gym, so it gave me the inspiration to write this nice chapter. Again, I dunt know if Sunny and Sideswipe will be in character… if not, then tell me. Oh and also, according to my official TRANSFORMERS Guide, Sunny was a mural artist on Cybertron…? And that Sideswipe could con anyone with a smile and a wink…?

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Whiteout is my o/c!

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Chapter 5

Sunstreaker was out for joors. Today just seemed relaxing to him. The sun was at its weakest point in the sky, just above the horizon. He sighed to himself as he watched it turn the sky bright, dark orange. The mech thought it to be perfectly drawn in the sky, that the coloration was just right.

"You've been out here quite a while," Sideswipe said from behind his brother.

Sunstreaker looked back with a grin, "Yeah, well. I love sunsets."

"I don't blame you," he chuckled. The red mech remained standing by his brother, looking down towards the sparkling recharging peacefully, "I heard you've been sitting."

"It was okay, I guess. Whiteout hasn't been much of a bother," Sunstreaker said, looking up, "He's a sweet kid."

Sideswipe was silent for a breem. He gazed into the sunset and said quietly, "I would've done it."

"What do you mean?" Sunstreaker asked with slight confusion.

"I would've done the mission Jazz and Prowl did," there seemed to be a touch of regret in the mech's voice, "I would've given up my life."

Sunstreaker felt the wires in his neck coil a bit. He dared himself to ask, "Why… didn't you?"

The red mech took a moment before replying, "I was scared. I didn't want to leave you. You may be egotistical, but I didn't want you to be alone."

Sunstreaker took a long, hard look at his brother, "You mean it?"

"Would I lie to an artist?" Sideswipe grinned.

"Would a con-mech tell the truth?"

The two were in silence with stupid grins until they burst into laughter.

"Thanks, bro," the yellow mech said with a smile.

Due to their sudden loudness, Whiteout awoke from his recharge and began to cry. The yellow mech shushed him as he gently swayed his arms. Sideswipe smirked at the "lovely" scene, "Don't you get along with sparklings."

Sunstreaker stood up on his pedes with Whiteout gazing at Sideswipe in curiosity, "Prime asked me if I wanted to take care of Whiteout, you know."

"For how long?" his brother asked.

"I don't know," the yellow mech shrugged, "maybe until he's a youngling, or…" he trailed off and didn't continue.

The brothers were silent as the sky turned darker. Whiteout began to smile at Sideswipe, then he chattered to himself. Sunstreaker turned his helm towards the disappearing sun and said, "I think we should get inside."

With that, the mech turned back and returned to base. They spotted the night patrol getting ready to leave as they passed; Hot Rod was leading them. The brothers parted, Sideswipe going to his quarters and Sunstreaker going back to the med bay. Ratchet wasn't busy when the mech found him in his office at the back. He tapped the door lightly, causing Ratchet to look up from his datapads. Once Whiteout got a glimpse of the doctor he went ballistic, leaping up to Sunstreaker's neck. Both of the mechs were upset, although it made Ratchet feel upset. The sparkling cried and gripped the yellow mech tighter. If the yellow mech hadn't been crazy, he could only imagine Whiteout pleading, "Don't give me back to him!"

"Hey, hey! Calm down," Sunstreaker grabbed ahold of the squirming sparkling, "Everything's gonna be okay."

Whiteout stared blankly before having a pained expression etched on his faceplates. He refused to let the mech go. Ratchet remained silent, feeling way out of place. The sparkling didn't seem to like him. Sunstreaker sensed the doctor's uncomfortable misplacement. He turned to the weeping sparkling and gently said, "Hey, look at me."

Whiteout shook his helm no, grabbing on tighter. With a more commanding voice, the yellow mech repeated, "Whiteout, look at me."

Whimpering, the tiny helm slowly lifted. Tears escaped the edges of his visor and streamed down his faceplates. The mech smiled, "Good. Now look at Ratchet." Whiteout looked away instead.

"Just one look,"

"Slowly, Whiteout gaze met Ratchet's. Ratchet offered a weak smile.

"I'll be back in the morning to get you," Sunstreaker said. Whiteout squeaker a "no", which mostly surprised Ratchet, "Do you want to stay here all cycle tomorrow?"

"No," the sparkling squeaked again.

"Then, I'll be back in the morning to get you. Now, I'm going to hand you to the nice doctor and b good."

Ratchet tried hard not to laugh at Sunstreaker's attempt to convince Whiteout he wasn't all that bad. Strangely, it worked. The sparkling was in Ratchet's arms and decided to go to recharge to avoid seeing the doctor. Ratchet glance at Whiteout, then to Sunstreaker, "I didn't think you'd be able to convince the little sparkling."

"Yeah, well. Whiteout's trusts me, sort of," Sunstreaker shrugged with a grin he really wanted to hide at the moment.

"He said no. Has he said anything else?" Ratchet asked curiously.

"Something close to "more" at the oil bar. Little critter chugged down two cubes,"

"Two? That's the most he's had since…," Ratchet didn't bother to continue, "But that's amazing! Primus, I think this child may have a chance."