< Transformers > You and Me...Plus Two?
Title: You and Me...Plus Two?
Chapter: 2/?
Authors: crazedwolf and cloud_sama
Rating: PG (For now)
Series: Transformers (Mostly G1 based)
Characters: Wheeljack, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, OCs
Warnings: I guess OCs would be a warning..nothing else as of right now.
Summary: Chapter Two: In which twins meet twins.
Author's Notes:
We couldn't bring in a set of twin sparklings and not introduce them to the infamous Lambo Twins. ;3 What kind of TFs fans would we be??
Once again, sorry if things are a bit choppy! I might not have caught everything when I went through and edited the roleplay together. D:
Comments and critique are love! And we hope you enjoy!
A few megacycles later...
"Swipe get off!" Sunny growled as he and his twin practically fell into the med-lab, the yellow twin shoving at his brother's faceplate with one servo while the opposite arm hung as his side sparking and dripping some Energon.
Apparently their daily sparring session had gotten a bit out of hand this time.
"Oh Primus," Ratchet muttered to himself, rolling his optics in exasperation as he turned to face the twins, servos on his hips. "What did you do this time?"
"He started it! Slagger doesn't know the meaning of a joke," Swipe growled, limping along lop-sidedly. The yellow twin's optics narrowed and in a quick move he cuffed his brother upside the processor before turning his glare on Ratchet.
"Someone decided that he was going to try some new forms of Jet Judo on me," he snapped irritably, making it over to one of the examination tables and hauling himself up onto it.
"And I suppose you felt the need to try it back," the medic said in a rather unimpressed tone, gathering the tools he was going to need to repair the twins. Sunstreaker looked a little worse off, so he went to him first.
"Yeah, and the energon-thirsty glitch doesn't slagging know when to lay off!" Sideswipe barked, hauling himself over to another table, glaring daggers at his twin. It was in that moment that Ratchet noticed the damage to Sideswipe's support struts and realized he had started in the wrong place but he already had the yellow mech's servo-armor open. No use in quiting while he was already ahead. He'd just have to be quick about it.
"It's not my fault you don't know how to take a hit, Swipe," the yellow mech practically snarled, in a grand old mood as he let Ratchet get to it, watching the CMO like a hawk out of the corner of his optic. He couldn't feel much in that arm, the occasional spark from time to time, but Sunstreaker also knew that all it would take was one wrong word and Ratchet would make sure he felt what he was doing.
So he was trying to be good...and starting to fail thanks to his loud mouth twin.
“And it's not my fault you don't know the meaning of a friendly match!" Swipe shouted back, getting a little more visibly worked up than his twin.
"Knock it off, the both of you!" Ratchet growled at them both, glare going between them. "You act like a pair of squabbling sparklings!"Realizing just how on edge Sideswipe was as Ratchet scolded them, the yellow mech kept any other comments he had at bay, staring at his twins with a slightly softer look in his optics than before. Sideswipe could take a lot of damage, but Sunny could give a lot as well, and it seemed as though this time they'd gone just a little too far, as was apparent by the red twin's actions now.
He was coping with his pain with anger, and it was causing problems.
Before anyone could get another word in, the med-bay doors slid open once more, this time letting in a certain inventor with two little sparklings on his shoulders.
"Ratch', ya' wanna go talk to--Oh, twins," he said as he stopped, blinking at the pair of injured bots. On his left shoulder, Steam Rider squeaked softly, curling up against Wheeljack's fin. Velocity was peering curiously at the two, quiet for only a moment before he began to chatter, making grabby servos for the twins excitedly. They were the most colorful things he'd seen in his short existence
Blinking as the inventor made his entrance, Sideswipe stared at the tiny beings on his shoulders.
“What in Primus' name-.... Are those sparklings?!" he asked incredulously. Ratchet sighed, looking over his shoulder to the inventor. "
It'll have to wait. I got work to do," he pointed out the obvious, gesturing vaguely with his wrench at the twins.
"Do ya' need some help, Ratch'?" the inventor asked immediately, moving closer as he looked between the adult twins. Sunstreaker had tensed up instantly, staring at Wheeljack like he was just waiting for something to explode, a look in his optics that said 'Do. Not. Touch.' "Looks like ya' both did quite a number on each other."
"We're fine," Sunstreaker growled leaning away from Wheeljack as the inventor leaned in to get a look at his arm. And as he did it, Steam Rider squeaked curiously again, staring at Sunstreaker with wide optics behind his visor.
"Help would be appreciated," the CMO said with a roll of his optics at Sunstreaker's attitude, pointing over at Sideswipe. "Keep the little ones out of the way, though. Don't need any more injuries." Nodding to the CMO, Wheeljack glanced over at Sideswipe to take note of his injuries as he moved to set the sparklings down on one of the empty examination tables.
"Ok, so back up... Where did you get sparklings?" Sideswipe pressed, tilting his head slightly to stare at the little beings as Velocity stared right back at him, going silent now that he'd been obviously noticed.
"It's a secret," the inventor chimmed, fins flashing a bit as he leaned down to touch foreheads with the sparklings. Steam Rider reached for him but a couple soft clicks from the inventor made him stop while Velocity returned his creator's touch with a nuzzle of his own though most of his attention was on Sideswipe. Chuckling softly and gently stroking Steam Rider's processor, Wheeljack moved to help Ratchet with Sunstreaker, figuring it was going to take both of them to fix Sideswipe in the long run.
The yellow mech was obviously even more irritated now, optics thin slits as he glared at the ground and, at the same time, attempting to reach out to his twin through their link. Sideswipe glanced over at his twin when he felt the pulse through their connected, optics narrowed, then softening a bit, his glare subsiding into a glowering pout. It was obvious to him that his twin was curious about the sparklings but he knew Sunny would never admit it outloud. That just wasn't his style.
"Do you two always insist on ripping each other apart so thoroughly?" Ratchet asked out of the blue with more than a bit of irritation in his voice as he reattached a few connections on Sunstreaker.
"I could do a better job next time if you really want me t--"
CLANG!
Sunstreaker jerked as the metallic sound of something hitting the ground echoed through the lab, optics snapping over to look at the mechling on the floor. Velocity had fallen off the table he had been perched up and was now staring up at the adults as if he wasn't sure what had just happened, sitting where he'd landed. Worry coursing through him at the sight, Wheeljack was already over and scooping up Velocity, optics sweeping over the little one as he looked for damages.
"Are you alright little one?" he asked worriedly while Steam Rider trembled where he was on the table, looking unsure about what was going on and scared out of his little processor. Velocity chirruped at his creator, still looking a little confused before he looked over his arms and down at the ground. A smile lit his face as he attempted to leap out of Wheeljack's arms, squealing with delight.
"Oh Primus," Ratchet sighed, going back to work on Sunny once he knew Velocity was going to be alright.
"Ha! Little dare devil already!" Swipe proclaimed, grinning widely while his twin scoffed, rolling his optics before he winced as Ratchet went back to work.
"Don't encourage the little glitch, Swipe." The next thing Sunstreaker knew his world was lit up with pain as he became painfully aware of every deliberately jerky movement Ratchet was making. He shot the CMO a glare which was returned wholeheartedly.
"Oops, guess I should have finished the heavy repairs -before- I reconnected the main nerve cables," he said mock-innocently, a warning in his optics and voice. Fighting back the noises that were threatening to escape, Sunstreaker resisted the urge to punch the CMO.
"No problem, sir," he hissed, frame trembling a bit.
"Now now, don't you listen to them," Wheeljack said happily as he held tight to the little sparkling, turning to scoop Steam Rider up as well. "You can be as daring as you want, little bot, but no more jumping off tables like that! You about made my spark stop."
"I'll hold him!" Swipe said enthusiastically, holding out his servos for the silver and white mech. He was attempting to use the sparklings as a distraction for his discomfort. The inventor watched Sideswipe with a calculative look before he finally nodded and moved to hand Velocity over.
"Just be careful with the lil' guy! I don't want him getting hurt!"
Sideswipe took the little one carefully, holding him as though he thought he were likely to break at any second.
"What's their names?" he asked, staring at the mechling in his servos with wonder. Bright cerulean optics were staring straight back at him, but after a moment Velocity began to squirm again, attempting to turn to locate his creator as he began to let out mildly distressed clicks.
"Oh, hey, shhh," Sideswipe cooed, instinctively, if not awkwardly pulling Velocity in close and cradling him. In the process, he turned the little sparkling so he could get a glance of his creator and brother, and he calmed a bit, but still whined for his attention. "There ya go, they're right there. Shhh, I got ya, little V."
"Velocity and Steam Rider," Wheeljack said, cuddling the little black and brown mech again before gently setting the sparkling down on a table closer to where he and Ratchet were working. As the inventor went to help the CMO finish up with Sunstreaker, both sparklings edged towards the point of tantrums now as Steam Rider echoed his twin's clicks with ones of his own; fainter but similar are the same. Sideswipe had successfully gained Velocity's attention back by that point, and the little bot stared up at the red and black mech curiously, still wibbling for his creator softly. But after a moment he became more curious about Sideswipe's helmet, and began to squirm in his grasp to try to latch on to the nearest protrusion, something that made the red twin chuckle.
"Little explorer, huh?" the red mech cooed. Glancing over at the pair as Sunstreaker let his optics offline for a moment, jaw tight against the pain of what the CMO and inventor were doing, Wheeljack's own optics softened a bit.
See? Sideswipe could be responsible when he wanted to be.
Turning his attention back on their task at hand before Ratchet cuffed him or something, Wheeljack made a thoughtful sound, moving to reattach a few wires
"Ratch', I'm not sure if there's much else to do at this point," he commented, tossing a glance at Stream Rider who let out a much louder series of clicks, the sparkling's whole frame shaking even as Wheeljack clicked at him in an attempt to calm him down.
"Go start on Sideswipe, then," Ratchet ordered, finishing up with his own project. All he had to complete was the repairs on the armor now and Sunstreaker would be set. He paused, however, to look over at the clicking sparkling. After a moment of thought, the med-bot set his tools down for a moment and went over to a series of drawers, pulling out an arm sling, then another one. One he set on the table beside Sunstreaker, and the other he put on himself, though he didn't put his arm in it. Instead he scooped up Steam Rider, hushing the little bot softly before setting him gently in the sling against his chest.
"There now, hush."Surprised at suddenly being lifted and resettled, Steam Rider just blinked as he leaned against the CMO's chassis, processor turning as he looked over at Sunstreaker who was eying the little bot like he was about to explode or something.
The inventor had been hesitant to do anything but go coddle his little sparkling but seeing as Ratchet had it under control he nodded and went to do as told. The inventor couldn't help the soft look on his faceplate, the warmth he felt in his spark at how gentle Ratchet was being with the little bots, looking down at Velocity as he neared Sideswipe and reaching out to stroke his faceplate.
"Having fun there lil' one?" he cooed before kneeling down to get a closer look at Swipe's legs. A rapid fire of clicks was made in response to his creator, finally letting go of the protrusion on Sideswipe's helmet and dropping back into his waiting arms, watching Wheeljack curiously, but staying where he was. Chuckling to himself Wheeljack clicked a few times in response then let out a low whistle as he ran his servos over Sideswipe's leg, testing a few points before skilled digits began to make work of the damaged armor and circuits.
Ratchet, on the other hand, paid no more mind to the little bots as he finished up with Sunstreaker, giving him a thump on the shoulder.
"Anywhere else?" Shoulders hunching a bit, Sunstreaker growled low in his vocal processor as he glared at the CMO.
"No. Thank Primus," he snapped, scooting away from Ratchet and the sparkling before he eased off the table.
He wanted out of there apparently.
Sunstreaker received a roll of the optics from Ratchet before he went to help Wheeljack with the other twin, looking at his other leg. He let out a low whistle, prodding a few places before shaking his head. "Pretty thorough job. Sit tight."
"Wasn't planning on going anywhere," Sideswipe shrugged, trying to ignore what the two mechs were doing and put his focus on the little one in his arms. "Whatcha lookin' at, Little V?" he asked, peering over as well. Velocity turned to stare up at him chirping and pointing to his brother in the sling. "Oh yeah, that's your twin, right? That waste of metal is my twin," Swipe told the sparkling, jerking a thumb at Sunstreaker. "You treat your twin nice, ok? Don't be a meany head."
"What -great- advice, Sideswipe," Sunstreaker said in a low tone, rubbing his formerly injured shoulder a bit before he edged closer. As much as he disliked listening to Ratchet he made a point to stay out of there way, coming up behind his twin in a sense and giving the little bot in his arms a weary look. "And least he's got a nice design."
"They both have nice designs!" Wheeljack said as he shot the yellow mech a light glare, trying to be gentle with Swipe's legs as he reconnected a few wires and made sure the connection was nice and tight. "Isn't that right, lil' guys?" From his place against Ratchet's chassis, Steam Rider let out a soft coo, curled up as close as he could get to the CMO's spark case. Velocity clicked in agreement, though he probably didn't know quite what he was agreeing to, his attention going to Sustreaker as he now stared in wonder at the yellow mech.
"I think they're adorable," Sideswipe announced, more than likely trying to get on his twin's nerves than anything. "Especially for Wheeljack creations." His twin merely scoffed, making sure he was clear of any flying objects (meaning behind Sideswipe for cover) before making any comments.
"I guess they're better than the dinobots, if nothing else."
"Keep talkin' like that and I'll make sure the Dinobots become your new best friends, Sunstreaker," Wheeljack mused happily as he continued working, clicking to his sparklings here and there.
The silver mechling had lost interest in his father completely for now and was more interested in trying to scale Sideswipe to get to Sunstreaker. The red mech assisted in boosting him up to his shoulder, though he didn't actually let him climb on. For the moment, it was enough for Velocity to be this close and end examine the yellow mech, chattering softly and reaching out to try to touch him, though it didn't seem it was going to happen. Eying the sparkling like he was a disease or something, Sunstreaker inched backwards, his optics narrowing as he gave the smaller bot a stern look.
"Don't. Touch." he ordered, motioning to himself. The sparkling let out a low, sad whistle and recoiled a bit like a scolded puppy, hunching in close to Sideswipe's helm for cover.
"Aw, did the big bad meany-mech scare you?" Swipe cooed, pulling the sparkling down from his shoulder and craddling him close to his spark case.
"What's the matter, never been around a sparkling before?" Ratchet asked, glancing up at Sunstreaker. "He's just curious. He won't bite, his teeth plate hasn't even formed yet."
"He's a sparkling which means he makes messes because he's clumsy which means I don't want anything to do with him," Sunstreaker said simply, rolling his optics a bit as he leaned to the side and glanced down at what the CMO and inventor where doing. "He's going to be okay right?"
Someone was feeling guilty...secretly.
"Of course he will! He just needs to talk it easy is all!" the inventor said, finishing up what he was doing and moving down towards the actual foot part of Sideswipe's stabilizing strut.
"Oh what, you actually care now?" Sideswipe shot back over his shoulder, giving Sunny a glare. "Make up your mind, Mister Hot'n'Cold." Glaring at his twin Sunstreaker resisted the urge to cuff him upside the head, shoulders hunching a bit as he muttered something under his breath and nodded to Ratchet in an apology of sorts.
"Hey, your arguing is making you jerk about," Ratchet growled, taking a firm hold of the stabilizer he was working on. "Either knock it off, or take a hike," he finished, glaring to both of the twins.
"We're almost done and then ya' both can argue as much as ya' want," the inventor pipped up, honestly amused by the twins in a roundabout way. The red mech tried to stay as still as he could be with the two mechs still working on his legs and Velocity chattering at him and trying to play with his face, but it was a lot more difficult than it seemed. Luckily Ratchet and Wheeljack were both good at what they did and soon enough they had most of the repairs done. The twins were going to have lay off their sparring for awhile but Swipe would at least be able to get back to his usual jokster self.
Much to Ratchet's dismay.
“Good as new. Thanks, docs," Swipe said gratefully as he eased of the table, bending his joints a bit then straightening back up. Beside the table the yellow twin was watching Sideswipe closely, optics darting this way and that as he kept an eye out for anything that he deemed unfit, ever the nervous and protective brother. Once he was satisfied with the job the pair of bots had done he glanced at Wheeljack and Ratchet giving them a nod of approval. The inventor's fins flashed as he nodded back, ever the pleasant bot as he went about cleaning up.
"Well little V, wanna go for a walk with me?" The little sparkling chirped happily, clinging to Sideswipe who was grinning like a fool as he waved at the scientists, both of them realizing at the same time that something bad was about to occur.
"What--”
"I'll bring him back in a bit!" Sideswipe announced before taking off out of the lab, Velocity still in his arms.
“Wait!" Wheeljack dropped the tools he had been holding, fins flashing with fear as he took off after Sideswipe. "Come back here!"
Left alone in the med-lab with Ratcher who looked ready to slag someone, Sunstreaker lifted a servo to rub at his forehead. He had felt the playfulness levels rising in his twin and wished now he had stopped it before he had gotten away but, at the same time, deep down, he was curious to see what his brother was up to. So, in a slight begrudging manner, the yellow mech started out of the med-lab with Ratchet and Steam Rider on his heels.
"Primus only knows what he's up too,” he muttered, making a left in the hallway and heading for the rec room where he felt his twin's spark pulsing.
Chapter: 2/?
Authors: crazedwolf and cloud_sama
Rating: PG (For now)
Series: Transformers (Mostly G1 based)
Characters: Wheeljack, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, OCs
Warnings: I guess OCs would be a warning..nothing else as of right now.
Summary: Chapter Two: In which twins meet twins.
Author's Notes:
We couldn't bring in a set of twin sparklings and not introduce them to the infamous Lambo Twins. ;3 What kind of TFs fans would we be??
Once again, sorry if things are a bit choppy! I might not have caught everything when I went through and edited the roleplay together. D:
Comments and critique are love! And we hope you enjoy!
A few megacycles later...
"Swipe get off!" Sunny growled as he and his twin practically fell into the med-lab, the yellow twin shoving at his brother's faceplate with one servo while the opposite arm hung as his side sparking and dripping some Energon.
Apparently their daily sparring session had gotten a bit out of hand this time.
"Oh Primus," Ratchet muttered to himself, rolling his optics in exasperation as he turned to face the twins, servos on his hips. "What did you do this time?"
"He started it! Slagger doesn't know the meaning of a joke," Swipe growled, limping along lop-sidedly. The yellow twin's optics narrowed and in a quick move he cuffed his brother upside the processor before turning his glare on Ratchet.
"Someone decided that he was going to try some new forms of Jet Judo on me," he snapped irritably, making it over to one of the examination tables and hauling himself up onto it.
"And I suppose you felt the need to try it back," the medic said in a rather unimpressed tone, gathering the tools he was going to need to repair the twins. Sunstreaker looked a little worse off, so he went to him first.
"Yeah, and the energon-thirsty glitch doesn't slagging know when to lay off!" Sideswipe barked, hauling himself over to another table, glaring daggers at his twin. It was in that moment that Ratchet noticed the damage to Sideswipe's support struts and realized he had started in the wrong place but he already had the yellow mech's servo-armor open. No use in quiting while he was already ahead. He'd just have to be quick about it.
"It's not my fault you don't know how to take a hit, Swipe," the yellow mech practically snarled, in a grand old mood as he let Ratchet get to it, watching the CMO like a hawk out of the corner of his optic. He couldn't feel much in that arm, the occasional spark from time to time, but Sunstreaker also knew that all it would take was one wrong word and Ratchet would make sure he felt what he was doing.
So he was trying to be good...and starting to fail thanks to his loud mouth twin.
“And it's not my fault you don't know the meaning of a friendly match!" Swipe shouted back, getting a little more visibly worked up than his twin.
"Knock it off, the both of you!" Ratchet growled at them both, glare going between them. "You act like a pair of squabbling sparklings!"Realizing just how on edge Sideswipe was as Ratchet scolded them, the yellow mech kept any other comments he had at bay, staring at his twins with a slightly softer look in his optics than before. Sideswipe could take a lot of damage, but Sunny could give a lot as well, and it seemed as though this time they'd gone just a little too far, as was apparent by the red twin's actions now.
He was coping with his pain with anger, and it was causing problems.
Before anyone could get another word in, the med-bay doors slid open once more, this time letting in a certain inventor with two little sparklings on his shoulders.
"Ratch', ya' wanna go talk to--Oh, twins," he said as he stopped, blinking at the pair of injured bots. On his left shoulder, Steam Rider squeaked softly, curling up against Wheeljack's fin. Velocity was peering curiously at the two, quiet for only a moment before he began to chatter, making grabby servos for the twins excitedly. They were the most colorful things he'd seen in his short existence
Blinking as the inventor made his entrance, Sideswipe stared at the tiny beings on his shoulders.
“What in Primus' name-.... Are those sparklings?!" he asked incredulously. Ratchet sighed, looking over his shoulder to the inventor. "
It'll have to wait. I got work to do," he pointed out the obvious, gesturing vaguely with his wrench at the twins.
"Do ya' need some help, Ratch'?" the inventor asked immediately, moving closer as he looked between the adult twins. Sunstreaker had tensed up instantly, staring at Wheeljack like he was just waiting for something to explode, a look in his optics that said 'Do. Not. Touch.' "Looks like ya' both did quite a number on each other."
"We're fine," Sunstreaker growled leaning away from Wheeljack as the inventor leaned in to get a look at his arm. And as he did it, Steam Rider squeaked curiously again, staring at Sunstreaker with wide optics behind his visor.
"Help would be appreciated," the CMO said with a roll of his optics at Sunstreaker's attitude, pointing over at Sideswipe. "Keep the little ones out of the way, though. Don't need any more injuries." Nodding to the CMO, Wheeljack glanced over at Sideswipe to take note of his injuries as he moved to set the sparklings down on one of the empty examination tables.
"Ok, so back up... Where did you get sparklings?" Sideswipe pressed, tilting his head slightly to stare at the little beings as Velocity stared right back at him, going silent now that he'd been obviously noticed.
"It's a secret," the inventor chimmed, fins flashing a bit as he leaned down to touch foreheads with the sparklings. Steam Rider reached for him but a couple soft clicks from the inventor made him stop while Velocity returned his creator's touch with a nuzzle of his own though most of his attention was on Sideswipe. Chuckling softly and gently stroking Steam Rider's processor, Wheeljack moved to help Ratchet with Sunstreaker, figuring it was going to take both of them to fix Sideswipe in the long run.
The yellow mech was obviously even more irritated now, optics thin slits as he glared at the ground and, at the same time, attempting to reach out to his twin through their link. Sideswipe glanced over at his twin when he felt the pulse through their connected, optics narrowed, then softening a bit, his glare subsiding into a glowering pout. It was obvious to him that his twin was curious about the sparklings but he knew Sunny would never admit it outloud. That just wasn't his style.
"Do you two always insist on ripping each other apart so thoroughly?" Ratchet asked out of the blue with more than a bit of irritation in his voice as he reattached a few connections on Sunstreaker.
"I could do a better job next time if you really want me t--"
CLANG!
Sunstreaker jerked as the metallic sound of something hitting the ground echoed through the lab, optics snapping over to look at the mechling on the floor. Velocity had fallen off the table he had been perched up and was now staring up at the adults as if he wasn't sure what had just happened, sitting where he'd landed. Worry coursing through him at the sight, Wheeljack was already over and scooping up Velocity, optics sweeping over the little one as he looked for damages.
"Are you alright little one?" he asked worriedly while Steam Rider trembled where he was on the table, looking unsure about what was going on and scared out of his little processor. Velocity chirruped at his creator, still looking a little confused before he looked over his arms and down at the ground. A smile lit his face as he attempted to leap out of Wheeljack's arms, squealing with delight.
"Oh Primus," Ratchet sighed, going back to work on Sunny once he knew Velocity was going to be alright.
"Ha! Little dare devil already!" Swipe proclaimed, grinning widely while his twin scoffed, rolling his optics before he winced as Ratchet went back to work.
"Don't encourage the little glitch, Swipe." The next thing Sunstreaker knew his world was lit up with pain as he became painfully aware of every deliberately jerky movement Ratchet was making. He shot the CMO a glare which was returned wholeheartedly.
"Oops, guess I should have finished the heavy repairs -before- I reconnected the main nerve cables," he said mock-innocently, a warning in his optics and voice. Fighting back the noises that were threatening to escape, Sunstreaker resisted the urge to punch the CMO.
"No problem, sir," he hissed, frame trembling a bit.
"Now now, don't you listen to them," Wheeljack said happily as he held tight to the little sparkling, turning to scoop Steam Rider up as well. "You can be as daring as you want, little bot, but no more jumping off tables like that! You about made my spark stop."
"I'll hold him!" Swipe said enthusiastically, holding out his servos for the silver and white mech. He was attempting to use the sparklings as a distraction for his discomfort. The inventor watched Sideswipe with a calculative look before he finally nodded and moved to hand Velocity over.
"Just be careful with the lil' guy! I don't want him getting hurt!"
Sideswipe took the little one carefully, holding him as though he thought he were likely to break at any second.
"What's their names?" he asked, staring at the mechling in his servos with wonder. Bright cerulean optics were staring straight back at him, but after a moment Velocity began to squirm again, attempting to turn to locate his creator as he began to let out mildly distressed clicks.
"Oh, hey, shhh," Sideswipe cooed, instinctively, if not awkwardly pulling Velocity in close and cradling him. In the process, he turned the little sparkling so he could get a glance of his creator and brother, and he calmed a bit, but still whined for his attention. "There ya go, they're right there. Shhh, I got ya, little V."
"Velocity and Steam Rider," Wheeljack said, cuddling the little black and brown mech again before gently setting the sparkling down on a table closer to where he and Ratchet were working. As the inventor went to help the CMO finish up with Sunstreaker, both sparklings edged towards the point of tantrums now as Steam Rider echoed his twin's clicks with ones of his own; fainter but similar are the same. Sideswipe had successfully gained Velocity's attention back by that point, and the little bot stared up at the red and black mech curiously, still wibbling for his creator softly. But after a moment he became more curious about Sideswipe's helmet, and began to squirm in his grasp to try to latch on to the nearest protrusion, something that made the red twin chuckle.
"Little explorer, huh?" the red mech cooed. Glancing over at the pair as Sunstreaker let his optics offline for a moment, jaw tight against the pain of what the CMO and inventor were doing, Wheeljack's own optics softened a bit.
See? Sideswipe could be responsible when he wanted to be.
Turning his attention back on their task at hand before Ratchet cuffed him or something, Wheeljack made a thoughtful sound, moving to reattach a few wires
"Ratch', I'm not sure if there's much else to do at this point," he commented, tossing a glance at Stream Rider who let out a much louder series of clicks, the sparkling's whole frame shaking even as Wheeljack clicked at him in an attempt to calm him down.
"Go start on Sideswipe, then," Ratchet ordered, finishing up with his own project. All he had to complete was the repairs on the armor now and Sunstreaker would be set. He paused, however, to look over at the clicking sparkling. After a moment of thought, the med-bot set his tools down for a moment and went over to a series of drawers, pulling out an arm sling, then another one. One he set on the table beside Sunstreaker, and the other he put on himself, though he didn't put his arm in it. Instead he scooped up Steam Rider, hushing the little bot softly before setting him gently in the sling against his chest.
"There now, hush."Surprised at suddenly being lifted and resettled, Steam Rider just blinked as he leaned against the CMO's chassis, processor turning as he looked over at Sunstreaker who was eying the little bot like he was about to explode or something.
The inventor had been hesitant to do anything but go coddle his little sparkling but seeing as Ratchet had it under control he nodded and went to do as told. The inventor couldn't help the soft look on his faceplate, the warmth he felt in his spark at how gentle Ratchet was being with the little bots, looking down at Velocity as he neared Sideswipe and reaching out to stroke his faceplate.
"Having fun there lil' one?" he cooed before kneeling down to get a closer look at Swipe's legs. A rapid fire of clicks was made in response to his creator, finally letting go of the protrusion on Sideswipe's helmet and dropping back into his waiting arms, watching Wheeljack curiously, but staying where he was. Chuckling to himself Wheeljack clicked a few times in response then let out a low whistle as he ran his servos over Sideswipe's leg, testing a few points before skilled digits began to make work of the damaged armor and circuits.
Ratchet, on the other hand, paid no more mind to the little bots as he finished up with Sunstreaker, giving him a thump on the shoulder.
"Anywhere else?" Shoulders hunching a bit, Sunstreaker growled low in his vocal processor as he glared at the CMO.
"No. Thank Primus," he snapped, scooting away from Ratchet and the sparkling before he eased off the table.
He wanted out of there apparently.
Sunstreaker received a roll of the optics from Ratchet before he went to help Wheeljack with the other twin, looking at his other leg. He let out a low whistle, prodding a few places before shaking his head. "Pretty thorough job. Sit tight."
"Wasn't planning on going anywhere," Sideswipe shrugged, trying to ignore what the two mechs were doing and put his focus on the little one in his arms. "Whatcha lookin' at, Little V?" he asked, peering over as well. Velocity turned to stare up at him chirping and pointing to his brother in the sling. "Oh yeah, that's your twin, right? That waste of metal is my twin," Swipe told the sparkling, jerking a thumb at Sunstreaker. "You treat your twin nice, ok? Don't be a meany head."
"What -great- advice, Sideswipe," Sunstreaker said in a low tone, rubbing his formerly injured shoulder a bit before he edged closer. As much as he disliked listening to Ratchet he made a point to stay out of there way, coming up behind his twin in a sense and giving the little bot in his arms a weary look. "And least he's got a nice design."
"They both have nice designs!" Wheeljack said as he shot the yellow mech a light glare, trying to be gentle with Swipe's legs as he reconnected a few wires and made sure the connection was nice and tight. "Isn't that right, lil' guys?" From his place against Ratchet's chassis, Steam Rider let out a soft coo, curled up as close as he could get to the CMO's spark case. Velocity clicked in agreement, though he probably didn't know quite what he was agreeing to, his attention going to Sustreaker as he now stared in wonder at the yellow mech.
"I think they're adorable," Sideswipe announced, more than likely trying to get on his twin's nerves than anything. "Especially for Wheeljack creations." His twin merely scoffed, making sure he was clear of any flying objects (meaning behind Sideswipe for cover) before making any comments.
"I guess they're better than the dinobots, if nothing else."
"Keep talkin' like that and I'll make sure the Dinobots become your new best friends, Sunstreaker," Wheeljack mused happily as he continued working, clicking to his sparklings here and there.
The silver mechling had lost interest in his father completely for now and was more interested in trying to scale Sideswipe to get to Sunstreaker. The red mech assisted in boosting him up to his shoulder, though he didn't actually let him climb on. For the moment, it was enough for Velocity to be this close and end examine the yellow mech, chattering softly and reaching out to try to touch him, though it didn't seem it was going to happen. Eying the sparkling like he was a disease or something, Sunstreaker inched backwards, his optics narrowing as he gave the smaller bot a stern look.
"Don't. Touch." he ordered, motioning to himself. The sparkling let out a low, sad whistle and recoiled a bit like a scolded puppy, hunching in close to Sideswipe's helm for cover.
"Aw, did the big bad meany-mech scare you?" Swipe cooed, pulling the sparkling down from his shoulder and craddling him close to his spark case.
"What's the matter, never been around a sparkling before?" Ratchet asked, glancing up at Sunstreaker. "He's just curious. He won't bite, his teeth plate hasn't even formed yet."
"He's a sparkling which means he makes messes because he's clumsy which means I don't want anything to do with him," Sunstreaker said simply, rolling his optics a bit as he leaned to the side and glanced down at what the CMO and inventor where doing. "He's going to be okay right?"
Someone was feeling guilty...secretly.
"Of course he will! He just needs to talk it easy is all!" the inventor said, finishing up what he was doing and moving down towards the actual foot part of Sideswipe's stabilizing strut.
"Oh what, you actually care now?" Sideswipe shot back over his shoulder, giving Sunny a glare. "Make up your mind, Mister Hot'n'Cold." Glaring at his twin Sunstreaker resisted the urge to cuff him upside the head, shoulders hunching a bit as he muttered something under his breath and nodded to Ratchet in an apology of sorts.
"Hey, your arguing is making you jerk about," Ratchet growled, taking a firm hold of the stabilizer he was working on. "Either knock it off, or take a hike," he finished, glaring to both of the twins.
"We're almost done and then ya' both can argue as much as ya' want," the inventor pipped up, honestly amused by the twins in a roundabout way. The red mech tried to stay as still as he could be with the two mechs still working on his legs and Velocity chattering at him and trying to play with his face, but it was a lot more difficult than it seemed. Luckily Ratchet and Wheeljack were both good at what they did and soon enough they had most of the repairs done. The twins were going to have lay off their sparring for awhile but Swipe would at least be able to get back to his usual jokster self.
Much to Ratchet's dismay.
“Good as new. Thanks, docs," Swipe said gratefully as he eased of the table, bending his joints a bit then straightening back up. Beside the table the yellow twin was watching Sideswipe closely, optics darting this way and that as he kept an eye out for anything that he deemed unfit, ever the nervous and protective brother. Once he was satisfied with the job the pair of bots had done he glanced at Wheeljack and Ratchet giving them a nod of approval. The inventor's fins flashed as he nodded back, ever the pleasant bot as he went about cleaning up.
"Well little V, wanna go for a walk with me?" The little sparkling chirped happily, clinging to Sideswipe who was grinning like a fool as he waved at the scientists, both of them realizing at the same time that something bad was about to occur.
"What--”
"I'll bring him back in a bit!" Sideswipe announced before taking off out of the lab, Velocity still in his arms.
“Wait!" Wheeljack dropped the tools he had been holding, fins flashing with fear as he took off after Sideswipe. "Come back here!"
Left alone in the med-lab with Ratcher who looked ready to slag someone, Sunstreaker lifted a servo to rub at his forehead. He had felt the playfulness levels rising in his twin and wished now he had stopped it before he had gotten away but, at the same time, deep down, he was curious to see what his brother was up to. So, in a slight begrudging manner, the yellow mech started out of the med-lab with Ratchet and Steam Rider on his heels.
"Primus only knows what he's up too,” he muttered, making a left in the hallway and heading for the rec room where he felt his twin's spark pulsing.