Title: Another Movie Night

Rating: PG

Continuity: G1

Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Starscream

Disclaimer: Don't own. If I did, this would probably be an episode on TV, not a story on a fanfiction site.

Prompt: something you have written before – a fic, drabble, anything – and write a sequel. This need not be anything you have previously posted, but if it is, please provide a link.

LJ link: exactly-what. livejournal 10905. html#cutid4

link: www. fanfiction s/8929653/4/ Speedwriting-Prompt-Fills

(remove spaces, of course... ^.^)

Feb. 9, 2013

"Hey," Sideswipe said as he transformed. His brother transformed next to him, not bothering with a greeting.

"Hello, Autodolts," Starscream greeted from where he was sitting in a corner of the drive in theater parking lot. "You know what's playing tonight?"

Sideswipe shook his helm as Sunstreaker settled into a comfortable position near the Seeker. "Nope. You?"

"No."

"I do," said the yellow Twin. "It's called Real Steel. About... boxing robots or something."

"Hm. Sounds interesting," Starscream said with a grin, then reached into his subspace. "My turn to bring energon. You can be my... what to the squishies call it... 'guinea pigs'. Mixed it up an orn ago, and Skywarp and TC won't try anything else I make."

Sideswipe laughed. "Right. Wonder why."

Starscream just sneered and held the glowing cubes out to the Twins. Sunstreaker took them both, then handed his Twin's over after Sideswipe had settled comfortably on the concrete.

There were few humans in the lot. There never were very many on the weeknights, which was why they chose them for these meets.

Their chance crash landing in the parking lot of one of these theaters close to a year ago had resulted in more than a temporary truce. A while after that time, Sunstreaker had asked his brother if he would be interested in a repeat, then had asked the Decepticon Aerial Commander the next time they had met in battle.

One more time had led to another, and another, and another. Soon they were meeting at least once a month, sometimes twice. They found it relaxing. Their personalities clicked in a way that made a thing like watching a movie, whether it be romance, comedy, or action (and they had watched those and everything in between since this had started), Starscream's wry sarcasm, Sunstreaker's rather subtle humor, and Sideswipe's constant joking made for a pleasant time for all three parties.

The movie started playing, bathing the lot in flickering blue-gray light. War had hardened the three mechs, but they still stared in stunned horror as a robot was gored and torn apart by a bull.

"What the frag is this?" Sunstreaker asked as the main character human used a lift to get the remains of the robot back into his truck.

Starscream snorted. "Tell me about it. The anatomy is all wrong! It wouldn't be able to stand with knee-joints like that, much less run around and jump."

Sideswipe chuckled a little. "I think he was referring to the goriness. Humans aren't usually very good at getting our... um... stuff... right."

"Insides, you mean?" Starscream asked with a smirk, and took a gulp of his energon. Laughing, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker did the same. Sunstreaker examined the cube critically for a moment, then took another drink. Sideswipe did the same, then turned to the Seeker.

"Where did you learn how to make energon? This is good!"

"Oh, I picked a few things up at the Academy..." the Aerial Commander said, smirk widening as he swirling his own energon.

The rest of the night was spent in much the same way. They would watch the movie for a time, then start off on a conversation, then return to the movie. As this movie was filled with a lot of robot-demolishing, they actually didn't pay much attention to it. They got enough of that on a day-to-day basis.

Once the credits rolled, they once again moved to part on a friendly note, waving goodbye and organizing their next meeting.

But before any could leave, Starscream hesitated, then spoke. "Uh... I'm... I'm kinda glad we crashed that day."

Sideswipe grinned. "I know, right? Who knew you'd be so good at snarking."

"Sides... he's Screamer. Of course he's good at snarking."

Sideswipe rolled his optics at his brother. "You know what I mean! This is almost as much fun as messing with Ratchet. And there are no wrenches!"

Starscream laughed; a genuine, happy laugh, not the evil, maniac cackle he so often sported.

Who knew that it would be human movies that would unite some of the deadliest of foes?