Title: Make Believe Rating: K+ Continuity: G1 Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak Disclaimer: Don't own. Prompt: 6. Pick one line from this song ( www. youtube watch?v=EyhQEYepCK8) and use it to inspire a story. Lyrics here ( www. allthelyrics lyrics/iris/sorrow_ expert-lyrics-528498. html)
Make believe that it's fine again
Sunstreaker was intimately aware there was a war going on. How could he not be? His brother had just been released from a week-long stay in the Med Bay, and he himself was riddled with countless dents, scrapes, and patched leaks. His paint job was slagged.
But at this moment, he just wanted to forget. Sideswipe was curled up on the berth, back against the wall. Sunstreaker was lying on the other side, back facing the room. Bluestreak was curled up between them, doorwings curled around Sideswipe, helm tucked neatly under Sunstreaker's chin.
From his position, Sunstreaker could see the long, shiny weld line along the gunner's wide doorwing. Courtesy of a certain Skywarp.
In retaliation, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had torn the purple Seeker's wings off. His trinemates, in turn, did their best to destroy the Twins, and had partially succeeded with the red half.
Sunstreaker could see the wide expanses of new, silver metal spreading over Sideswipe's side. His left arm had been destroyed, and had had to be completely reconstructed. Most of his left leg had been melted to slag. He had been in the Med Bay for a week, and would have still been there had Ratchet been any other medic. However, their CMO knew the value of a familiar berth and familiar sparks, and often allowed mechs to go back to their berths as long as they submitted to wearing a monitoring device. Sunstreaker could see that, too. A bulky, black box attached to Sideswipe's shoulder. The Twins were familiar enough with those to have gotten over the discomfort they caused.
No, the yellow Twin knew very well that there was a war going, that any moment, he, Bluestreak, Sideswipe, could be called back into battle. Knew that he and his Twin were one of the strongest lines of defense between the Autobots and Decepticons. Knew they risked their sparks every time they went out to fight.
But at the moment, he didn't care. He wanted to make believe that nothing was wrong, that they were simply an ordinary family, sleeping comfortably in their berth. That there wasn't a risk of an alarm blasting them out of recharge at any moment. That he and his brother and their lover didn't risk their frames, their sparks, their lives every week, every day.
He wanted to make believe that everything was good, that everything was fine. Venting heavily, Sunstreaker pulled Bluestreak tightly to him and reached over, settling gentle fingers on his brother's shiny side.
Make believe.
No war.
No battles.
Here, now.
Safe, comfortable, happy.
With a vent, Sunstreaker closed his optics. The illusion would be shattered when he woke up, but for now, he was content. Happy, in his little world outside the war.