Lamborghini-twins bond
Jettwins bond
Sideswipe hated waiting, but he gave his respect and stood by the door as he watched the small group of bots before him; the Elite Guard running a briefing of their next mission before they parted ways and set off. Jetstorm wandered up to the red-Lambo after Jazz; the youngling giving the elder twin an uneasy look.
"Thanks for waitin', Sides. You and Storm here are gonna get along just fine," the sports-car insisted, glancing back at the young jet. "You were telling me yah had things planned, Storm?"
"Oh yes, Mister Jazz sir!" Jetstorm suddenly spoke up, like his confusion had been overwritten with excitement. "Mister Sideswipe sir and I will be having fun!"
Before he realised it, Sideswipe was being dragged along by the servo; Jetstorm murmuring aloud the list he'd thought up in his processor. The Lamborghini-twin had not expected this…
"Be coming, Mister Sideswipe sir! I be having fun games for us!" the excited jet kept chanting, dragging the Lamborghini along until they stopped outside the jets' quarters; Jetstorm briefly ducking inside. Sideswipe found a moment to steady his vents.
"Man, that kid's got energy…" he muttered, leaning back against the wall. Yo bro, how's the solarcycle going for ya?
It's not even mid-solarcycle and already he's hurt me! Twice!
Unlucky, Sideswipe laughed, lifting his helm when Jetstorm ran back out. Better get to it; Twin #2's emerged.
Jetstorm was dragging a sack out behind him, then in defeat dropped the end of it and leaned against it.
"Heavy?"
The jet looked up and nodded, steadying his vents before straightening up.
"You… You like games, Mister Sideswipe sir?" he asked softly, uncertain as to whether a bot older than him would enjoy the things he did with Jetfire. Sideswipe went to make a remark, but stopped himself when he picked up the jet's expression. He didn't seem as feisty as Jetfire had been…
"Sure. Whatcha got?" he replied, following suit as Jetstorm sat behind the sack. Said-jet then grabbed the ends of the sack and; struggling, flipped the bag over, letting the contents spill out before them.
"These games Brother and I be playing when not called for missions," he explained, giggling as a ball rolled off down the hallway. Silently Sideswipe was researching the games; finding them all to be Earth-related… Why didn't he know that from Spike and Carly?
When he looked up again, he found Jetstorm had gone from his spot; most likely running off after the ball. Sideswipe glanced over his shoulder-strut when he heard a clatter on the ground and softly laughed, getting up while quickly pacing over to give the jet a servo up.
"Cross-doubling ball!" Jetstorm scowled, kicking the ball hard down the hallway. Both bots ducked when it hit the wall opposite and ricocheted back in their direction. Sideswipe met Jetstorm's optics; both of them breaking out into a laughing fit.
"Nice kick, kid!" the red-Lambo congratulated, giving the jettwin a thumbs-up. Jetstorm returned it.
"I be practicing!" he said proudly. Sideswipe couldn't help but laugh as he straightened up and went after the ball, tossing it between his servos as he processed an idea. He then hastily turned on his heel.
"Hey Storm, come here a nanoklik… I wanna try something…"
*time-skip forward to middle of day*
The ball lightly ricocheted against the Elite airship before rolling to a sudden stop. Blue pedes jogged over to its position; Jetstorm pausing as he looked back in Sideswipe's direction, the Lamborghini waving his servo. The junior officer stepped back before drawing forward and kicking the ball back in a slightly curved line; Sideswipe quick to defend and rebound it. While he was enjoying playing with the youngling, Sideswipe found him taking in the scenery around him. He'd never seen Detroit, or any city that looked like it; as when they crashed the ARK, it seemed they'd ended up in the middle of the desert. He had laughed at the fact that the dome around the airship was to keep 'organics' out, by order of Sentinel Prime; said-bot not happy at the twin's reaction to it.
"Hey Storm, helm's up!" the Lamborghini then chanted, drawing his attention back to the ball as he threw it up and bounced it off his fore-helm. Jetstorm backed up a little and tried to copy his action, resulting in him falling backwards with an upset groan. Sideswipe hastily ran over.
"Hey, no big deal. Practice makes perfect!"
As he helped him up, Jetstorm set a pede on the ball and rubbed the top of his visor with a small smile.
"Mister Sideswipe sir, please do tell me, how did you making to be this good at Earth-sport?" he questioned, hoping for an answer. Sideswipe only laughed and slipped the ball out from beneath him; the jet scowling as he fell back on his skid-plate again.
"Like I said, practice; but if you really want to learn, I'd be happy to teach ya," he offered, yanking Jetstorm onto his pedes once more. "Then, why don't you show Fire what you're made of?"
"Oh yes, Mister Sideswipe sir; I be liking that!" said-jet exclaimed, clasping his servos together. "Please, be teaching me!"
For the rest of the afternoon, Jetstorm 'watched and learned' exactly what Sideswipe did, and soon the Lamborghini found he couldn't quite keep up with the jet; tripping over his own pedes when he realised his fault.
"O-Okay, I think you beat me, Storm!" he called, waving a servo to signal defeat. Jetstorm's faint laugh could be heard as he dribbled the ball back over and fell beside the elder twin.
"Thanking you, Mister Sideswipe sir," he vented softly, resting his helm on his arms as they lay in the earthy-grass. "Being having too much fun."
Sideswipe reached over and bopped Jetstorm's helm with a light chuckle, copying his position once he'd steadied the ball to stop it from rolling away.
"I'm glad you had fun, kid; shame it has to end, huh?" he inquired, looking up at the sky as a few clouds slowly rolled in. "Maybe we should ask Optimus and Magnus next time if our twin-swap can be longer."
"… I want to show you something…"
Sideswipe shuttered his optics in confusion; that was the first time he'd heard Jetstorm speak normally all solarcycle, and it made him wonder why.
"Okay… what's up?"
Jetstorm then sat up, signalling for Sideswipe to do the same. Once he was, the junior officer started rubbing the sides of his helm, like he was hesitating on an idea or something related.
"I be trusting you to keep quiet," he hoped, stopping to trace his helm-fins. "I… not be trusting anyone else…"
"Not even Fire?" Sideswipe asked in confusion, in-venting when Jetstorm shook his helm and slid his digits down to rest on the sides of his visor.
"He making it uncomfortable…" the jet murmured. A soft click was heard between their silence and Jetstorm's visor fell away from his faceplates; the junior officer then shyly glancing up at the Lamborghini. Sideswipe felt his optics widen a little, but he knew to keep quiet. The colour of Jetstorm's optics was something he was least expecting…
"They're… violet?" he wondered without thinking. Jetstorm nodded.
"Like Carrier's," he said softly, looking down at the visor. "I am not knowing why I hide them."
"It's okay to be different if that's what worrying you, Storm," Sideswipe admitted reassuringly. "I always thought I was different because, before we found out about you guys, Sunny and I were the only set of twins, but back when I was a youngling, I never admitted he was my twin because I didn't want other bots finding it out."
Jetstorm listened in understanding, actually liking that there was someone else he could share his feelings with when his brother was away.
"There were a lot of other things I thought I was different for too, but that was mainly it," the Lamborghini continued, pulling his knees up to his chestplate. "Have you ever had that?"
The junior officer nodded and sat back beside him, slightly jerking forward when he looked back at the Elite airship; Blurr standing in the door and waving his servo at them to call them in. Jetstorm then got up and led the way back.
"Must be something important," he murmured, wandering off after fitting his visor back in place. Sideswipe cautiously followed. He had heard things about the jettwins, and how they were created with Decepticon specs. Maybe his violet optics had something to do with that…
Welp, Sides and Storm get on a lot better than Fire and Sunny, huh? :D
Before we go on, if anyone's wondering, our G1-clan are back on Cybertron in the ARK… *goes back to check if I stated that* … And our Animated-clan are on Earth; good on the Elite Guard :3
Ta-daa?
Anyway… I just realised I haven't gotten the jettwins to have a twin-bond conversation yet! *le-gasp* … maybe later… Ugh, I suck at their speech-patterns anyway… oh well…
Well, next chapter we're back with Fire and Sunny, and… have things gotten better for the yellow-Lambo as evening dwells? Let's find out!