Title: Attention Deficit Dude-What's-That?
Rating: K
Continuity: G1ish
Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, unnamed human boy
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Prompt: 4. Limited attention span
Notes: The title comes from one of my brother's old friends. He had/has ADD, and that's what he called it. :) (Also, do to the limited attention span of the author, this almost didn't get written. ^.~ )

March 16, 2013

"ADD?"

"Yup. Attention deficit disorder," the boy said as he grinned up at the yellow Autobot. Sunstreaker vented heavily as he slowly lowered himself to the ground.

Primus, he hated the "School Days," as Jazz had dubbed them. The days where Autobots were sent to a nearby (or not so nearby) school and "forced" to interact with the children. Some Autobots, like Bumblebee, or Bluestreak, loved it. Others, like himself, hated it.

Yet... this time wasn't all that bad. Prowl had told them it was a special needs school, and that the children there were not like other children. That in and of itself made it better. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were by no means normal.

"What does that mean?" he asked the young, sandy-haired child, even as he used the human Internet to look it up.

"Means I've got a hard time focusing. My attention goes all over the place."

"Hm. You sound like my brother," the yellow Twin said, nodding over to the red mech, who was currently in alt mode with a child in his drivers seat, two in his passenger side seat, four crammed into the little half-seat behind, two sitting on the back, and five on his hood. The red Twin revved his engine, making the children resting above it giggle.

"Yeah, he does seem to fit in pretty well. Hey, you look like him. Do you change into the same kind of car?"

"A Lamborghini? Yeah."

"Can I see it?"

Sunstreaker vented again as he stood, but his smile told the boy not to worry. "I suppose." A moment later, a shiny, gold Lamborghini Countach was resting on the pavement.

"Cool!" the sandy-haired boy cheered, jumping forward as Sunstreaker's door flipped open. He bounced a couple times on the soft not-leather, a wide smile on his face. "This is awesome!"

Sunstreaker smiled internally. "Glad you think so."

"Ooh, hey, have you seen Robots?"

"Um... what?"

"The movie. Robots."

"Um... no."

"Oh. You should. It's got robots!"

"I... assumed so."

"Heh." The boy glanced around. "You have any pets?"

"... No."

"Oh. I do. I have a dog. His name is Rusty. I named him when I was, like, three. I also have a gold fish, but he's not really gold. He's orange."

"Oh... Okay? Is... is this what you mean by ADD?"

The boy snickered. "Yeah. I call it 'attention deficit dude-what's-that.' It makes my friends laugh."

"I... heh. Okay," Sunstreaker said, thinking that Prowl would not be able to handle this. Primus, he was having a hard time following the conversation himself!

"So, who was the last Decepticon you beat?"

The conversation continued in much this manner for quite some time. They would start in on one subject, and the boy would change it almost as soon as it began. Sunstreaker found that he was, strangely enough, enjoying it. It was much like talking to Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Perceptor and Wheeljack at the same time.

Or, that's what he thought it would like. He had never experienced that particular torture.

An hour later, the human children were called back inside, and Sunstreaker said goodbye to his new... friend.

He could feel Sideswipe's curiosity toward his strange reluctance to leave, but said nothing.

Everything had already been said, after all, by the young, sandy-haired boy.