Time to Pay the Banner Maker
So I made a request for a banner from okami_hu, who was kind enough to make it. But for a price. Her demand? One fic, involving the Twins, and a prompt. I've never done a prompt fic before, so it was... interesting. Now, I haven't run this thing past an editor yet, so please go easy on it, and feel free to point out any errors. I'll also be cross-posting it over to my FF.net account sometime or another. Enjoy!
Oh, yeah, and it's G. Almost forgot to mention that...
Prompt: Touch me now and / See my secret self / The one I'm hiding from you
Synopsis: Sunny thought he knew everything about “The Brains” of their operation. But he never knew this...
Payment
They had been together since creation - since before then, even. In romantic terms, they were soul mates. By Cybertronian terms, they were Spark mates. Twins, the rarest of the rare, two distinct bodies and personalities split off from the same soul. They knew everything about one another because they were one another.
But for all that, there was one thing Sunstreaker had never known about his brother.
A familiar hand brushed against his arm, tips of metallic fingers ghosting light across his glorious finish. The touch was familiar and more than just a little welcoming, caressing his CPU online with gentle flutters.
“Oops. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Sideswipe’s familiar voice echoed in his audios. Sunstreaker had wanted to respond with a well placed retort only to find a gurgle of white noise issued instead. His sibling brushed fingertips across his lip components before Sunstreaker could panic. “Shrapnel shredded your vocalizer.” Sides squeezed Sunny’s hand with his left while his right continued its gentle rub against Sunny’s arm. “Primus, Sunny, you had me worried. I know we’re supposed to protect the squishes, but taking a cluster bomb to the chest? Overkill, bro.”
Slag off, Sunstreaker retorted via radio.
Sideswipe chuckled, “Don’t wanna can’t make me. Besides. I’ve got something special I want to show yah.”
What is it? Sunny demanded as his twin walked away.
The tip of a black rectangular case ducked in and out of view. “Give me a minute to set it up here...” Light clicking and snapping could be heard in the background, presumably from the odd black case. “Now how did this go...? Oh yeah, like this!”
A few seconds of silence passed before a light twang echoed through the room.
“Take a look!”
An object was thrust into his view, and for a long, painful moment, Sunstreaker was afraid his CPU had spontaneously crashed. It looked as though Sideswipe were holding a human instrument which had been scaled to Cybertronian size.
...How in Primus did you get a violin?
“Jazz managed to get a hold of it for me, once he figured out those idiot squishes were woodworkers. Got it for free, too. Something about paying the piper?” Sideswipe waved the notion off with one hand. With optics sparkling in mischief, he added, “And technically, it’s called a fiddle.”
A fiddle.
“A fiddle.”
I know I’m going to want to kick myself for asking, but what do you do with a fiddle?
Sideswipe had that look on his faceplate. The look feared by supervisors and commanding officers everywhere. The look of a prankster in his home territory.
“You play it.”
Sides, you can’t play a fiddle!
“Watch me!”
With the hairs of a long stick-like thing called a bow in his right, and his left hand positioned near the odd decorative thing at the top of the instrument, Sideswipe put the enlarged human thing under his chin. There was a moment where Sunstreaker cycled his vents in fear - Sideswipe did bets, not play instruments! - as his sibling swiped the bow across strings.
And played. A catchy, bouncy tune Sunstreaker recognized as that odd earth song called Cotton Eye Joe. Once the song was done, he moved on to others. A few songs Sunny recognized, others seemed made up on the spot, but all of them were beautiful in their own way.
Huh. Sunstreaker would have shrugged had he not felt his systems pulling him back into repair mode. Sideswipe wasn't half bad at this fiddle thing.
Oh, yeah, and it's G. Almost forgot to mention that...
Prompt: Touch me now and / See my secret self / The one I'm hiding from you
Synopsis: Sunny thought he knew everything about “The Brains” of their operation. But he never knew this...
Payment
They had been together since creation - since before then, even. In romantic terms, they were soul mates. By Cybertronian terms, they were Spark mates. Twins, the rarest of the rare, two distinct bodies and personalities split off from the same soul. They knew everything about one another because they were one another.
But for all that, there was one thing Sunstreaker had never known about his brother.
A familiar hand brushed against his arm, tips of metallic fingers ghosting light across his glorious finish. The touch was familiar and more than just a little welcoming, caressing his CPU online with gentle flutters.
“Oops. Didn’t mean to wake you,” Sideswipe’s familiar voice echoed in his audios. Sunstreaker had wanted to respond with a well placed retort only to find a gurgle of white noise issued instead. His sibling brushed fingertips across his lip components before Sunstreaker could panic. “Shrapnel shredded your vocalizer.” Sides squeezed Sunny’s hand with his left while his right continued its gentle rub against Sunny’s arm. “Primus, Sunny, you had me worried. I know we’re supposed to protect the squishes, but taking a cluster bomb to the chest? Overkill, bro.”
Slag off, Sunstreaker retorted via radio.
Sideswipe chuckled, “Don’t wanna can’t make me. Besides. I’ve got something special I want to show yah.”
What is it? Sunny demanded as his twin walked away.
The tip of a black rectangular case ducked in and out of view. “Give me a minute to set it up here...” Light clicking and snapping could be heard in the background, presumably from the odd black case. “Now how did this go...? Oh yeah, like this!”
A few seconds of silence passed before a light twang echoed through the room.
“Take a look!”
An object was thrust into his view, and for a long, painful moment, Sunstreaker was afraid his CPU had spontaneously crashed. It looked as though Sideswipe were holding a human instrument which had been scaled to Cybertronian size.
...How in Primus did you get a violin?
“Jazz managed to get a hold of it for me, once he figured out those idiot squishes were woodworkers. Got it for free, too. Something about paying the piper?” Sideswipe waved the notion off with one hand. With optics sparkling in mischief, he added, “And technically, it’s called a fiddle.”
A fiddle.
“A fiddle.”
I know I’m going to want to kick myself for asking, but what do you do with a fiddle?
Sideswipe had that look on his faceplate. The look feared by supervisors and commanding officers everywhere. The look of a prankster in his home territory.
“You play it.”
Sides, you can’t play a fiddle!
“Watch me!”
With the hairs of a long stick-like thing called a bow in his right, and his left hand positioned near the odd decorative thing at the top of the instrument, Sideswipe put the enlarged human thing under his chin. There was a moment where Sunstreaker cycled his vents in fear - Sideswipe did bets, not play instruments! - as his sibling swiped the bow across strings.
And played. A catchy, bouncy tune Sunstreaker recognized as that odd earth song called Cotton Eye Joe. Once the song was done, he moved on to others. A few songs Sunny recognized, others seemed made up on the spot, but all of them were beautiful in their own way.
Huh. Sunstreaker would have shrugged had he not felt his systems pulling him back into repair mode. Sideswipe wasn't half bad at this fiddle thing.