"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom"
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly and any other of my OC's.)
(Author's Note: Seasons Greetings dearest readers! First of all, I would like to formally apologize for my delay in uploading this chapter. November has been a rather distracting month for me and I haven't been able to upload anything until recently. Why? Well first of all, I recently endured a rather painful attack on my gallbladder that kept me bedridden for nearly a week (Don't worry, everything's fine now). And second, my birthday fell on Thanksgiving this year, so I was busy enjoying myself while trying to ignore the fact that most of my family couldn't be home for the holidays. But that's okay because safety is important as well as their health. Meanwhile, I'm happy to finally be posting this new chapter and I hope you've been enjoying this story so far because I sure have been enjoying writing it for all of you. Until I post again my fellow readers, stay safe. Stay warm. Stay healthy. Stay positive. And most importantly, stay awesome. You guys are amazing and you matter. I only hope to bring some joy into your lives with the stories/chapters I write. Feel free to read and review. Thank you.)
Chapter 14
Sunstreaker was a lot of things: an artist, a former gladiator, a frontliner, an Autobot, a grumpy aft, a brother, a friend and (according to all the promiscuous femmes he and his brother berthed) a phenomenal lover. But if there was one thing he wasn't, it was a coward. Filly had bet that he wouldn't consume organic material while in his holoform, so now he had to prove her wrong.
Sitting across from the small femme was a 23 year old 'human' male with slightly tanned skin and thick dark brown hair with blonde highlights that was styled in a layered bob that barely came down to his shoulders. He had a well-sculpted diamond shaped face, a pair of well trimmed sideburns, an athletic body (despite his clothes) and an adorable dimple on his right cheek. His attire consisted of a pair of dark Levi's jeans, a black V-neck shirt, a yellow jacket and a pair of Air Jordan's. While Sunstreaker was by human standards 'attractive looking' he despised using his holoform.
Sideswipe, on the other hand, enjoyed his holoform and would often activate it while they were among the organic natives. He was identical to Sunstreaker in terms of facial appearance and body type, but unlike his twin, Sideswipe had shaggy dark brown hair that was just as well kept (minus the highlights), a clean shaven face and a dimple on his left cheek. His attire was similar to his brother's as well, except his jacket was red as opposed to yellow. At the moment he was sitting next to his twin as they waited for Bumblebee to return from Cinnabon. Sure, they could have all gone out to the human pastry chain together, but Filly was still in the process of learning how to use her holoform and they couldn't risk having her accidentally phase it out while among the humans. That, and after the recent Decepticon attack, she wasn't comfortable leaving the Ark without her creators nearby, which was perfectly understandable.
"Hey guys, I'm back," the young scout's voice piped up as he rolled into the rec room before his holoform stepped out of his alt mode with a box of freshly baked cinnamon rolls in hand.
"Mmmm, they smell yummy," Filly stated as she happily sat on Smokescreen's knee.
"I agree, they do smell quite delicious. Oh, remember to eat them with a fork or else your hands will become really sticky from all the icing. Of course you could just dismiss your holoform after you eat, but that decision is completely up to you. I was thinking about keeping mine up for a while longer after this," Bluestreak replied as he sat beside his fellow Praxion while Bumblebee also took a seat beside him and set the cinnamon rolls on the 'table'. Okay, it wasn't really a proper table, but rather some scrap metal that was crudely welded together to form a human-sized dining set.
No matter.
Bumblebee also placed some plastic forks beside the box, to which everyone present took one as the box was then opened, revealing its sweet contents: Cinnabon cinnamon rolls. They were huge! Granted, there were six in the box, but damn they were large in size. Sunstreaker cringed at the thought of having to eat the entire thing. He only had to consume a bite. That was the deal. After that he could forget about ever consuming organic material ever again.
With a disgusted wrinkle of his nose, he eloquently stabbed one of the overly gooey, hot pastries and ripped off a small piece. Sunstreaker frowned at the sticky blob of organic filth before glancing over at Filly: she too was studying a piece of her cinnamon roll, but unlike him, she was fascinated by it.
The small femme held her fork up to her mouth and took a small inquisitive bite out of the chunk she had on her utensil. Immediately after, her eyes lit up and she emitted a happy 'Mmmm' sound before taking another bite of the warm, gooey pastry. "Oh Primus, this human food is delicious! Sunny, you have to try this. It's so yummy!"
He frowned at the pastry before bringing up his fork and tentatively inserting it into his mouth. With a shudder, he slowly chewed the glob of warm, sticky pastry and swallowed, to which he then set his fork down and crossed his arms, "There, I consumed a piece of organic sustenance while using my holoform. Happy now?"
Filly gave him a sticky smile as frostine and bits of sugary goo lined her lips, "Yep! But honestly, Sunny, was it really that bad? Didn't you enjoy it even a teensie, little bit?"
"No. I found the taste rather revolting: It's far too sweet to be considered nutritious in any way and the texture was abnormally sticky to my liking."
At her pout, Sideswipe gently nudged her and offered an equally sticky smile, "Ah don't worry about Mr. Killjoy Sunshine over here; he's always hated sweets ever since we were little. He never liked sweetener in his energon or the little copper candies our creators used to give us; rather, he preferred the sour ones. I however, like sweet things." With that, he took another bite of his cinnamon roll. "Sour bot has sour taste buds. Go figure."
She giggled as Sunstreaker narrowed his eyes at his brother, who responded with a cheeky smirk. "Some of us just have higher preferences when it comes to consumables. Not everyone likes sweets."
"Aw, you're just grumpy because you have a tender tank."
"I do not!"
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Once the cinnamon rolls were gone, Bluestreak took the garbage over to the incinerator while everyone else dismissed their holoforms for the time being. Sunstreaker was more than happy to be rid of his human ruse and was currently sitting on the couch beside his brother (who was currently recharging) while Filly comfortably sat nestled in between them. She looked up at the yellow frontliner and smiled, "Thank you for showing me your holoform, Sunny. I'm happy that I got to see it, and I'm glad you tried human food with us...even though you didn't like it."
His optics softened as he glanced down at her, "Of course, bright spark. I may not enjoy using that false disguise, but I'm glad you liked it. Now, when it came to that organic intake, I'm sorry I didn't consume more than I was willing...or unwilling, but I probably should have informed you of my taste preferences. What Sideswipe said earlier is true: I do have a bit of a 'tender tank' when it comes to sweets. If I consumed sweetened energon or anything remotely sweet, I'd end up sick in my berth for a couple of groons. When that happened, our Carrier would rub my abdominal plates and sing to me as a way to distract me from the pain and make me feel better."
"Do you remember the song she used to sing?"
He gave her a small nod, "I do. Of course she sang several different songs to Sides and I, but the one she always sang to us before recharge is forever ingrained into my processor."
"How did it go?"
A smile appeared across his face before he brought up his arm and fiddled with a small chip he pulled out of subspace. Upon inserting the chip, a femme's voice chimed through and softly sang:
{I'll love you forever; I'll like you for always. As long as I'm living, my sparklings you'll be.}
Though he was clearly in recharge, Sideswipe's lip plates curled into a smile at hearing his Carrier's voice. Sunstreaker then carefully removed the chip from his arm and placed it back into subspace for safe keeping. Filly placed a tiny servo on his arm and said, "Thank you for sharing that with me, Sunny."
"Of course, bright spark," he then gently rubbed the top of her helm before she crawled into his lap and hugged him. Sunstreaker rubbed her back struts between her winglets and smiled as the soothing motion of his servo lulled her into a peaceful recharge. Not wanting to disturb her, he allowed the tiny femmeling to rest against him while he laid his helm on the back of the couch and closed his optics.
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-Later-
Jazz and Prowl entered the recreational room to find the twins recharging on the couch with their little femme comfortably nestled against Sunstreaker. With a smile, the TIC took the opportunity to capture this adorable image before approaching the trio and gently tapping Sunny on his arm, alerting the frontliner of his presence. Opening one of his optics, Sunny looked up to see a familiar mech standing beside him ::...Can I help you Jazz?:: He asked through the Comm. link so as to not wake Filly. She just looked so peaceful at the moment.
::Well, Prowl an' I were gonna pick up our lil' one here, but she looks content with ya.::
He smirked as he looked down at the tiny femme recharging against his frame, ::What can I say; she seems to like me for some reason.::
::Aw, that's just cause she loves ya, Sunny. You an' Sides are like brothers to her an' she thinks the world of ya.::
::Really?::
From where he stood, Prowl answered, ::Indeed. She's very fond of the both of you.::
::Well...Sides and I are fond of her too,:: he honestly stated as a matter-of-factly. Both he and his brother adored Filly and thought of her as a little sister. She brought a special sense of joy into their lives that they hadn't experienced in many vorns...not since their creators were still online. It was a warm and pleasant feeling. That aside, he asked, ::I suppose you two would like to take her back now?::
Both Prowl and Jazz looked at one another before the SIC spoke once more, ::Why don't you and Sideswipe bring her back to us later? We'd hate to disrupt her recharge and pry her away from you at this time. After all, she's obviously content being among the both of you.::
He looked back down at the little femme and smiled when she snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth he radiated. ::I think we can manage that.::