TF(OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Tracer has a problem. And surprisingly, the Twins are there to help her out. In a way…
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the 28s Meme - find the claim page here! This is Happy, requested by hadeseus .
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“What on Cybertron is that?”
“It’s a futon.” Sideswipe beamed, bouncing ever so slightly. Sunstreaker nodded in agreement.
“Okay… futon. What’s it doing in my quarters?” Well, technically in hers and Trailbreaker’s quarters.
“You said you were uncomfortable on the berth.” Sideswipe shrugged as if that explained everything.
“…And?” Ever since that incident with Bluestreak and Starscream, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had been far nicer to her. It was almost… disturbing sometimes. Like now.
“And we got that for you.” Sunstreaker added. Just because she’d happened to mention that she found her back tire catching on the berth. Sideswipe said that Bluestreak had a similar problem and they’d sorted it out. She had no idea they’d end up doing the same for her.
“But where did you get it from?”
“Probably best not to ask that.” Sideswipe muttered before brightening. “Go on, try it out.” He motioned to the futon lying on the berth. Venting a small sigh, Tracer pulled herself up on to the berth. The futon was soft and gave slightly under her weight, prompting a small gasp of surprise.
“See, told you you’d like it!” Sideswipe crowed. Sunstreaker offered her a rare smile before they both left. Tracer lay down, relaxing on the futon-covered-berth. She couldn’t wait until Trailbreaker finished his patrol and she could show him!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Jazz… do you know where our futon disappeared to?”
“Nu uh Prowler. Was here when I left for my shift this mornin’.”