Twinkle Twinkle Little Streak~
Title: Honey, Prime, I shrunk the Kids Officers!
Chapter: 03 - Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Bluestreak.
Rating: G Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: And the fun never stops in the Ark!
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for beta reading this for me.
"No. No. No. No. Most definitely no." Bluestreak shook his head vigorously and crossed his arms across his chest.
"C'mon, Blue!" Sunstreaker pleaded in an uncharacteristically sweet tone. "Please?"
"No. He's -your- brother. You do it!" The gunner glared at his lover while the golden twin bounced his restless sparkling brother on his leg.
"Please?" Sunstreaker's hands were holding Sideswipe's little frame straight as he bounced him gently. "He's going to throw a fit if I get out of his sight right now. Do you want to make him cry?"
"Fine." Bluestreak groaned in defeat and turned around to leave the twins' room where he was currently staying, helping the golden Lamborghini to look after his baby brother -and make sure Sunstreaker wouldn't sneak out to try and imprint his bite marks over Wheeljack's frame. "But the next time, you're doing this."
Bluestreak walked down the halls of the Ark towards the med bay, rubbing the back of his helmet, unsure about how he would bring up the situation to Ratchet. "Uhm, Ratchet?"
"What is it?" The CMO turned around as he stopped scrubbing Perceptor's little body. The happily flailing sparkling was held in place by Ironhide.
"There's a problem with Sideswipe. He doesn't want to recharge, he's irritable, and he's not accepting the energon Sunstreaker's trying to feed him." The gunner turned his gaze to the floor, feeling Ratchet's optics shooting an angry look in his general direction. "Could you come to check him, please?"
Ratchet turned to Ironhide and handed him the washcloth before he washed his own hands and stalked past the Datsun towards the twins' room. Bluestreak followed suit, relaying more information to the CMO about the sparkling's behavior.
When they reached the room, Sideswipe was whimpering and trashing around in his brother's arms, visibly upset. Ratchet picked the sparkling and set him in the berth, pulling his scanner out to run a quick diagnostic. He stroked the flailing, whimpering baby Lamborghini's middle to soothe him and frowned at the results of his scan. "Alright, which one of you fraggers fed him regular energon?"
Sunstreaker pointed to Bluestreak right away. The Datsun glared to his lover before he nodded in defeat, raising his hand to admit his 'guilt'.
"You think Wheeljack and I have been preparing all those special energon cubes just because we can?" The large white and red Autobot huffed and picked up the distressed Sideswipe, handing him over to Blustreak before he opened a panel on his forearm, and subspaced a few items. "Their systems cannot process regular energon yet. That's why they require a brew specifically made for each one."
To demonstrate Ratchet's points, Sideswipe made more distressed sounds before he emptied the unwanted energon right on Bluestreak's hood. "Argh!" Taken by surprise by the sparkling's action, Bluestreak fell backwards, throwing the red twin in the air.
Sunstreaker dove to catch his baby brother at the same time as Ratchet. The two standing Autobots slammed their fists squarely on the fallen gunner's head. "You son of a glitch, watch it!" both medic and golden twin yelled at the same time.
"Sorry! He scared me! I didn't mean to throw him." Blustreak rubbed his now dented helmet as Sideswipe made soft clicking sounds, amused by the gray mech's misfortune. "You could have warned me he'd do that."
"Excuse me, I was too busy preparing something to alleviate his discomfort," Ratchet answered angrily and turned his attention back to the items he had subspaced, preparing a fluid he poured into a small cube. "Give him five units every joor until he finally recharges. And make sure to give him five more every joor when he's back online. I'll forward the prescription to Blaster, too." The medic offered the cube to Sunstreaker who was cleaning the remnants of the expelled energon from his sparkling twin's face. "And you," Ratchet turned to look at Bluestreak. "Get yourself cleaned and go to the med bay first thing tomorrow to have that dent looked at."
Bluestreak nodded and watched the larger mech leave the room. "How can Blaster endure all this?"
"Humans would say something along the lines of 'He's a natural'." Sunstreaker subspaced a small instrument he dipped into the cube and offered it to Sideswipe who was comfortably cradled on his older twin's arm. The sparkling eyed the glowing substance with a look that could only be interpreted as 'is this going to make me sick, too?'. "It's good, 'Sides." If Sideswipe understood what the golden Lamborghini said, Bluestreak didn't know, but the reassuring tone seemed to be enough to encourage the baby-Lambo to accept the offered substance.
Bluestreak stayed sitting on the floor, watching Sunstreaker feed the prescription to the sparkling. Bluestreak knew his partner had a 'softer' side he hardly cared to show to anyone else, even to Sideswipe or himself. But to witness the devoted care the golden Lamborghini could dispense over his twin spoke volumes of just how strong their bond was and how much he really loved his twin.
"Are you going to sit there and stare all night?" The Countach's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Huh?"
"Go get yourself cleaned lest you want to recharge in the floor tonight. You're not getting into this berth unless you get yourself cleaned." Sunstreaker quipped amusedly, setting aside the cube containing the sparkling's prescription and laid Sideswipe over his shoulder on his stomach, stroking his back gently. The sparkling made soft clicking sounds as he felt himself drifting into recharge by the soothing motions on his back.
"Oh, right. I'll be right back." The gunner left the room, grumbling to himself as he finally came to notice the foul scent that came from the energon on his chest plate. "Ugh."
"Heya, Blue, what's up?" Jazz greeted the gunner as he carried the sparkling Prowl in his arms, still covered in finger paint to the point it was impossible to see his original paintjob anymore. "What happened there?"
"Hi, Jazz. Uh, Sideswipe threw up on me." The gunner eyed the sparkling in Jazz's arms. Every time he looked at Prowl, he couldn't help but feel something was totally wrong in the universal balance when the Autobot he looked up to was literally looking up to him instead.
"Ouch." The saboteur winced half heartedly and patted the younger mech's shoulder. "Better go get that cleaned before the smell sticks t'ya for a full week. Sunny's goin' to evict ya from that room if that happens."
"I know. Is Prowl giving you trouble?"
"Him? Other than tryin' to get everythin' he can get a hold of into his mouth, he's pretty manageable. Unless ya skip his meal, then he can cry loud enough ta make Megatron beg t'be shot." The sparkling Datsun looked up to Jazz with a curious look before he looked back to Bluestreak, his bright blue optics fixed on the gunner's doorwings as the adult Autobots talked. The baby-Datsun watched the gunner's doorwings move a little up, then drop a little and then twitch a bit to reflect whatever it was he was talking about with Jazz.
From the corner of his optics, the saboteur watched his currently stuck-as-ssparkling mate's little doorwings move a little up, drop and twitch, imitating Bluestreak's. "Alright, Blue. I'll let ya go get washed. This gentlebot here needs a good wash himself. See ya." Jazz waved to Bluestreak, chuckling softly as Prowl imitated him and waved with some difficulty.
"See you two." The young Datsun smiled a bit, feeling more relaxed after the short exchange with the, uh, 'officers'.
When Bluestreak returned to Sideswipe's and Sunstreaker's quarters, the adult Lamborghini was laying on his back comfortably, still online while his baby twin recharged on his chest, a golden hand holding him close. "All clean?"
"Yeah." The marksman headed for the berth, laying on his side with his doorwings barely touching the edge of the recharging platform. "Hey, Sunny, I'm sorry I got 'Sides sick."
"It's okay." The older twin nodded, smiling to his lover before he moved a little to settle better against Bluestreak, still holding Sideswipe to his chestplate. The gunner smiled in relief and cuddled against the Lamborghini, placing a hand over the sparkling too before both Autobots fell into recharge.
Chapter: 03 - Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Bluestreak.
Rating: G Humor.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Hound x Mirage, Inferno x Red Alert, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak.
Summary: When one of Wheeljack's experiments blows up, the consequences take their toll on the Ark's crew.
Notes: And the fun never stops in the Ark!
Thanks to nkfloofiepoof for beta reading this for me.
"No. No. No. No. Most definitely no." Bluestreak shook his head vigorously and crossed his arms across his chest.
"C'mon, Blue!" Sunstreaker pleaded in an uncharacteristically sweet tone. "Please?"
"No. He's -your- brother. You do it!" The gunner glared at his lover while the golden twin bounced his restless sparkling brother on his leg.
"Please?" Sunstreaker's hands were holding Sideswipe's little frame straight as he bounced him gently. "He's going to throw a fit if I get out of his sight right now. Do you want to make him cry?"
"Fine." Bluestreak groaned in defeat and turned around to leave the twins' room where he was currently staying, helping the golden Lamborghini to look after his baby brother -and make sure Sunstreaker wouldn't sneak out to try and imprint his bite marks over Wheeljack's frame. "But the next time, you're doing this."
Bluestreak walked down the halls of the Ark towards the med bay, rubbing the back of his helmet, unsure about how he would bring up the situation to Ratchet. "Uhm, Ratchet?"
"What is it?" The CMO turned around as he stopped scrubbing Perceptor's little body. The happily flailing sparkling was held in place by Ironhide.
"There's a problem with Sideswipe. He doesn't want to recharge, he's irritable, and he's not accepting the energon Sunstreaker's trying to feed him." The gunner turned his gaze to the floor, feeling Ratchet's optics shooting an angry look in his general direction. "Could you come to check him, please?"
Ratchet turned to Ironhide and handed him the washcloth before he washed his own hands and stalked past the Datsun towards the twins' room. Bluestreak followed suit, relaying more information to the CMO about the sparkling's behavior.
When they reached the room, Sideswipe was whimpering and trashing around in his brother's arms, visibly upset. Ratchet picked the sparkling and set him in the berth, pulling his scanner out to run a quick diagnostic. He stroked the flailing, whimpering baby Lamborghini's middle to soothe him and frowned at the results of his scan. "Alright, which one of you fraggers fed him regular energon?"
Sunstreaker pointed to Bluestreak right away. The Datsun glared to his lover before he nodded in defeat, raising his hand to admit his 'guilt'.
"You think Wheeljack and I have been preparing all those special energon cubes just because we can?" The large white and red Autobot huffed and picked up the distressed Sideswipe, handing him over to Blustreak before he opened a panel on his forearm, and subspaced a few items. "Their systems cannot process regular energon yet. That's why they require a brew specifically made for each one."
To demonstrate Ratchet's points, Sideswipe made more distressed sounds before he emptied the unwanted energon right on Bluestreak's hood. "Argh!" Taken by surprise by the sparkling's action, Bluestreak fell backwards, throwing the red twin in the air.
Sunstreaker dove to catch his baby brother at the same time as Ratchet. The two standing Autobots slammed their fists squarely on the fallen gunner's head. "You son of a glitch, watch it!" both medic and golden twin yelled at the same time.
"Sorry! He scared me! I didn't mean to throw him." Blustreak rubbed his now dented helmet as Sideswipe made soft clicking sounds, amused by the gray mech's misfortune. "You could have warned me he'd do that."
"Excuse me, I was too busy preparing something to alleviate his discomfort," Ratchet answered angrily and turned his attention back to the items he had subspaced, preparing a fluid he poured into a small cube. "Give him five units every joor until he finally recharges. And make sure to give him five more every joor when he's back online. I'll forward the prescription to Blaster, too." The medic offered the cube to Sunstreaker who was cleaning the remnants of the expelled energon from his sparkling twin's face. "And you," Ratchet turned to look at Bluestreak. "Get yourself cleaned and go to the med bay first thing tomorrow to have that dent looked at."
Bluestreak nodded and watched the larger mech leave the room. "How can Blaster endure all this?"
"Humans would say something along the lines of 'He's a natural'." Sunstreaker subspaced a small instrument he dipped into the cube and offered it to Sideswipe who was comfortably cradled on his older twin's arm. The sparkling eyed the glowing substance with a look that could only be interpreted as 'is this going to make me sick, too?'. "It's good, 'Sides." If Sideswipe understood what the golden Lamborghini said, Bluestreak didn't know, but the reassuring tone seemed to be enough to encourage the baby-Lambo to accept the offered substance.
Bluestreak stayed sitting on the floor, watching Sunstreaker feed the prescription to the sparkling. Bluestreak knew his partner had a 'softer' side he hardly cared to show to anyone else, even to Sideswipe or himself. But to witness the devoted care the golden Lamborghini could dispense over his twin spoke volumes of just how strong their bond was and how much he really loved his twin.
"Are you going to sit there and stare all night?" The Countach's voice snapped him out of his daze.
"Huh?"
"Go get yourself cleaned lest you want to recharge in the floor tonight. You're not getting into this berth unless you get yourself cleaned." Sunstreaker quipped amusedly, setting aside the cube containing the sparkling's prescription and laid Sideswipe over his shoulder on his stomach, stroking his back gently. The sparkling made soft clicking sounds as he felt himself drifting into recharge by the soothing motions on his back.
"Oh, right. I'll be right back." The gunner left the room, grumbling to himself as he finally came to notice the foul scent that came from the energon on his chest plate. "Ugh."
"Heya, Blue, what's up?" Jazz greeted the gunner as he carried the sparkling Prowl in his arms, still covered in finger paint to the point it was impossible to see his original paintjob anymore. "What happened there?"
"Hi, Jazz. Uh, Sideswipe threw up on me." The gunner eyed the sparkling in Jazz's arms. Every time he looked at Prowl, he couldn't help but feel something was totally wrong in the universal balance when the Autobot he looked up to was literally looking up to him instead.
"Ouch." The saboteur winced half heartedly and patted the younger mech's shoulder. "Better go get that cleaned before the smell sticks t'ya for a full week. Sunny's goin' to evict ya from that room if that happens."
"I know. Is Prowl giving you trouble?"
"Him? Other than tryin' to get everythin' he can get a hold of into his mouth, he's pretty manageable. Unless ya skip his meal, then he can cry loud enough ta make Megatron beg t'be shot." The sparkling Datsun looked up to Jazz with a curious look before he looked back to Bluestreak, his bright blue optics fixed on the gunner's doorwings as the adult Autobots talked. The baby-Datsun watched the gunner's doorwings move a little up, then drop a little and then twitch a bit to reflect whatever it was he was talking about with Jazz.
From the corner of his optics, the saboteur watched his currently stuck-as-ssparkling mate's little doorwings move a little up, drop and twitch, imitating Bluestreak's. "Alright, Blue. I'll let ya go get washed. This gentlebot here needs a good wash himself. See ya." Jazz waved to Bluestreak, chuckling softly as Prowl imitated him and waved with some difficulty.
"See you two." The young Datsun smiled a bit, feeling more relaxed after the short exchange with the, uh, 'officers'.
When Bluestreak returned to Sideswipe's and Sunstreaker's quarters, the adult Lamborghini was laying on his back comfortably, still online while his baby twin recharged on his chest, a golden hand holding him close. "All clean?"
"Yeah." The marksman headed for the berth, laying on his side with his doorwings barely touching the edge of the recharging platform. "Hey, Sunny, I'm sorry I got 'Sides sick."
"It's okay." The older twin nodded, smiling to his lover before he moved a little to settle better against Bluestreak, still holding Sideswipe to his chestplate. The gunner smiled in relief and cuddled against the Lamborghini, placing a hand over the sparkling too before both Autobots fell into recharge.