Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers

Hasbro owns Transformers

So! It's that time of year again and the first snow was just last week and it was magical. Christmas is my favorite holiday and I love it with all of my heart. Sunny And Felicity are definitely cannon fodder for my Christmas whims. I couldn't come up with a decent plot but I came up with different little drabbles each cute and sugary sweet. Of course lets start with the most obvious. What the frag is Christmas?


Christmas Remix.


It was that time of year again. People were happier and cheerier. The stores were a flurry of people and decorations were being put up left and right.

Felicity was one of them. Sunstreaker appeared in the living room looking around at the boxes and strange sparkly things. Expecting her to be in the kitchen making coffee she was digging through a large box. "What...is this?"

Felicity looked up from unpacking a box with a start. "Sunny! Jeez..." She pouted. "You scared me. What have I told you about that?"

Sunstreaker didn't change his confused expression. He walked forward and brushed his hand across… stringed lights? He tilted his head. They were oddly pleasant. He jumped when they suddenly blinked off and back on.

She came over to him and smiled. "I knew I was going to have to explain sooner or later." She placed a weird red and white hat on his head.

He froze as the ball at the tip bounced off his cheek. "Uh…?"

"Look up the holiday called 'Christmas'." She supplied with a bright smile. She placed the same hat on her head and Sunny found himself deeming her adorable in it.

"Fine..." He did as he was told and soon found a plethora of information. It was almost overwhelming. What an odd and funny holiday...St. Nicolas...Santa Clause...Candy Canes. Mistletoe. Christmas songs. Sleigh bells. Snow and presents. Dominick...the donkey? How very strange.

"So...A holiday where you give more gifts than usual to the ones you love?"

"No! That's only part of it. It's a holiday where you give all you can with all of your heart, be a little more kinder, warmer, take the things you have and be blessed and merry for them. A holiday where happiness and love is all around."

She frowned. It was bittersweet. Sunstreaker didn't like this. It sounded like a very lovely celebratory time. It was something that would have been so foreign on Cybertron but here it was so very common. A worldwide phenomenon it seemed.

"But sometimes the holidays are not all that happy for some. Some grieve for family that are no longer there. Some are lonely. Some are not so fortunate. But...that's okay because the ones who are fortunate enough lend a hand. That's what you're supposed to do. But it seems over the years we lost sight of that. So...I try to be happy, for the sake of others." She was smiling again although it was strained.

Sunstreaker reached up to the hat, a Santa hat, it was called, and pulled the ball to the side of his face. He smiled looking at the blinking lights. A common decoration.

"Tell me. Is this Santa real?" He asked with a smile. "Traveling around the world in one night is very impressive for a human."

Felicity laughed. "I like to think Santa is real, spirit wise. I was told early in my childhood he wasn't real but I know he's real in my heart."

Sunstreaker was finding this holiday to be very sweet and almost nostalgic. Something he never knew he could feel once again.

"So these lights...they go on a Christmas tree?"

She was patient to the point of being excited to explain any question. She was perhaps seeing a child in her eyes. He liked the way she explained everything with just a joy he'd never seen. She seemed so young. Sharing something new all over again... The sparkle in her eyes wasn't just from the lights strung around the living room.

"Yes! And the presents that Santa brings go under the tree, or the presents that the parents buy."

"Interesting." He nodded looking at the tree half assembled. "Isn't it supposed to be a Pine tree? A reall one?"

"Some people have allergies or allergic reactions to the pine. I recently just got this guy on clearance last year. Nice isn't it?"

"It's skinny."

"Not a bad thing." She smiled. "Here. Come here!" She took his hand dragging him closer to the tree. The pom at the end of his Santa hat bounced off the side of his head.

He grumbled flicking the damned thing behind his head. She let go of his hand and went back to the box. There was a rustle as she brought out the same sparkly string of...plastic? Oh, garland. That's what it was.

It was dumped into his hands. "I will put up the lights and you string the garland."

"Um..." He quickly referred to the internet and set his jaw. He had this. He could do this. How hard could it be? Sunstreaker with determined. He would not mess up this important holiday Felicity held so dear to her little human heart. He followed Felicity with the garland as she wrapped it around the tree. Around and around...wait… "Felicity wait..."

The lights were banded over his back. She looked over in concern. "Sun?"

He became tangled in her lights somehow! "What the frag…?"

He spun trying to untangling himself but he simply made it worse.. He wasn't expecting this to happen today! It caught him so off guard. He was not prepared! "Sunny you're- oh god..." A chuckle. The tree shuffled when he moved. "You bunched it up too much here and I-oh man...tangled..."

"Hold on."

"Alright, now the tree is tipping to the side." A gasping laugh.

"'City it's in my hair..."

"I-I know!" She guffawed.

Sunny's hat tipped forward almost covering his eyes. She was now laughing to the point of wheezing. He looked around the tree and found her hunched over barely able to contain herself to place the lights on the tree. She looked down to the ground and snorted. Upon that she covered her mouth laughing harder at the sound she had just made.

"What the hell was that?" He looked her up and down in bewilderment.

She shook her head her hand following in a "no more!" gesture. "I-I-your lights-!" They had wrapped around his back and arm and just the disgruntled and frustrated expression upon his face was morphing into a plea.

He tried his best.

But it seemed in his mess up he had made her laugh. So, that disgruntled expression melted away for acceptance as he gently untangled himself with the help of a delirious Felicity blindly grabbing the garland from his hands.