Title: Crash

Rating: T

Continuity: G1ish

Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Unnamed Seeker

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Prompt: 6. Pick a line of lyrics from this song ( . ) to inspire your fic. (Here's the song ( watch?v=8FgWN_7jDew) if you're curious.)

Notes: Okay, so, the prompt was to choose just "a line," so... I listened to it, heard this line, and decided to completely disregard the whole meaning of the song/whatever in favor of just using the one line. Well, okay, two lines. These:

Come crashing down on me

I'm taking you with me

Sideswipe clung to the edges of the Seeker's wings as he careened through the sky. Jet Judo, they called it. Tackling the jets out of the air, snatching them from their element, bringing them down to a level where they could beat them, where they could rip out their sparks and tear them apart and win another match.

The Seeker was green. A sort of sickly, gray-green, Sideswipe thought absentmindedly as the flier tipped his nose downward. The color copper turned when it started to corrode, or the color of spoiled medical-grade energon.

Not that he had seen much of that in his lifetime, but...

~Focus, Sides,~ Sunstreaker ordered, poked his Twin mentally. ~You've almost got him.~

~Right.~

Sideswipe focused again on what was going on around him. The roar of the crowd pulsed in his audios. He could feel the wind as it rushed past him, through him. The Seeker was vibrating under his tight hold, tension, exhaustion, and time wreaking its havoc on the flier.

The red Twin suppressed a smile. This was the only part of this that he enjoyed. Finally beating someone. Seeing their submission, feeling it in their field. Then came the part he didn't like; the resigned part of the surrender. The knowledge finally sinking in, that the Twins would win, that a spark would soon be going out, and two frames, one yellow, one red, would be leaving the arena alive, while another was carted away for spare parts.

"I'm not just going down!" the Seeker finally screeched. "I know how you work!" Another heavy shudder. "You'll get me down. But that doesn't mean I can't bring you down with me!"

A small speck of dread rose in Sideswipe's spark.

This was the other part he hated. When the resigned surrender turned into the desire to do a last little bit of damage. To bring one of the Twins down with him.

~Watch, Sunny. He's a fighter.~

~Got it. Bring him low.~

With a grunt, the red Twin managed to heave himself more completely onto the Seeker's wings, then leaned forward, forcefully tipping the Seeker's nosecone toward the ground, and Sunstreaker.

~Pull up... now!~

And Sideswipe did, leaning back, yanking on the leading edges of the Seeker's wings, hissing as hydraulics strained and groaned with the stress of turning the fall.

Sunstreaker gave out a shout, half a feral snarl, half a rumble of his engine, as he leapt up and raked clawed fingers down the Seeker's belly.

The Seeker shrieked and tipped upward, and Sideswipe moved.

Keeping his grip on the edge of the Seeker's left wing, he leapt to the right, yanking, tugging, ripping.

He landed on his shoulder and rolled, springing up, back on his pedes, a moment later, wing in his hand.

The Seeker screamed as he plowed, nose-first, into the arena floor. Then the Twins were on him, claws out, faces twisted into feral snarls as they tore him apart. Shards of armor, twisted tangles of wire, bits and pieces of everything a mech was made of flew everywhere. Energon spattered over everything.

In barely half a breem, the Seeker was demolished, and the Twins stood, victorious, on their bloody, twisted, field of battle.

~I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this, Sunny,~ Sideswipe whispered to his brother as the crowds roared their approval.

~I know. This weighs on my spark. Our spark.~

~It does. How...~

~Soon. Very soon. Things are changing. Kaon is falling apart. Can't you see it? The news feeds... We can go to the Autobots.~

The two exchanged a knowing glance as ten heavily armored and armed guards herded them back to the underground cells where the fighters were kept.

~Soon,~ they whispered together.