Yeah this took like ten gazillion years for me to finally get up, and I am sorry. But it was never my intention to completely abandon this story! Plus I need to get this chapter up so I can get around to the end of "Through Glass" and the next installment of "Id".

Also, I lied when I said Screamer would show up again. I lost the original outline of this, so I'm pretty much winging it at this point.

Title and series not mine.

oOo

P'tonk, clunk, chink. P'tonk, clunk, chink.

Sunstreaker didn't even feel like getting off his bunk to see what his brother was bouncing off the wall. Try as they might, they hadn't been able to locate their disk or Ratchet (not like they'd tried on the latter), and were now hiding out in their quarters, hoping they'd wake up the next day with it all being some bizarre nightmare.

P'tonk, clunk, chink.

"Would you cut that out!?" the yellow twin snapped at Sideswipe, tired of hearing whatever his brother was playing with bouncing off the wall and floor and back to Sideswipe over and over. The noises came to an abrupt halt. Thank Primus. Now he could go back to brooding in peace.

"Look on the bright side," Sideswipe tried to snap his brother out of it. He hated seeing the yellow like this.

Sunstreaker grunted. He could feel through the bond that Sideswipe was straining to sound upbeat and optimistic, but he didn't really understand why his brother would even bother. All he felt like doing was complaining, but the only mech who ever seemed to understand his complaints was, he hated to admit it, Tracks.

The red twin sighed before trying again. "At least things can't get any-"

He was interrupted by a knock at the door and the all-too-familiar sound of somebody - a particular red-and-white somebody - grumbling.

"Were you going to say 'worse'?" Sunstreaker glared at his brother.

"No," Sideswipe answered sheepishly.

"No?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely not," the red twin nodded weakly. "I revised that whole thing."

Sunstreaker didn't dignify that with a reply, instead choosing to glare as both twins purposely ignored a second knock on the door, hoping the mech on the other side would go away.

No such luck, however, as on the other side of the door an override code was punched in and the door slid open. Instinctively, the red mech moved closer to his twin. The golden turned his glare on the medic coming into their room.

"You didn't yell at us enough earlier?" he muttered, punching his berth for emphasis. Ratchet's reply surprised both twins:

"Go ahead. Be angry, yell at me, call me things. By all means."

The Lamborghinis exchanged expressions of confusion before turning back to Ratchet.

Forcing extra air through his vents in a rough equivalent of a sigh, the ambulance held up something in his right hand: a floppy disc.

The floppy disc.

Sideswipe was the first to speak, though it was nothing more than "...Ratch?" The medic felt the guilt in his spark grow even more; he had never heard either twin sound so unsure of anything in his life.

He stepped forward and at the same time, in unison, both twins stood to meet him. And as they stood, face-to-face, he whispered hoarsely, "I'm sorry."

No words were spoken as the two Lamborghinis came even closer, as close as they could to assure themselves that this was real, as they stared into his optics - his bright, glowing, cerulean optics. (The choice of wording was Sunstreaker's, obviously, but Sideswipe couldn't help but think at the moment he rather liked the choice. Cerulean - it sounded as pretty as Ratchet's optics really were at the moment.)

And then, all at once, Ratchet felt himself surrounded by Lamborghini; one twin on either side of him. They made no effort to move towards the berth, letting their hands explore him then and there in the middle of the room, as if afraid he'd evaporate if he moved.

He wasn't about to be taken advantage of, however, and easily bent down to kiss the shoulder closest to him, realising it to be Sideswipe's. The red warrior flinched, startled, but relaxed a little immediately after and asked, "Creative, huh?"

It took the medic a few breems to realise he meant the method of making his feelings known, and he answered, "You couldn't have picked a worse time to do it."

Sideswipe grinned like the idiot he was at how husky and raw the ambulance's voice sounded at that moment, and he swayed towards the other, letting their lips brush.

At that moment, not too keen at being ignored, Sunstreaker grunted, tightening his grip on the medic's thigh. Still, Ratchet hesitated, as if he wanted to be absolutely sure the twins knew what was happening. And then, finally, he bent his head up and inwardly laughed at Sunstreaker's muffled little cry when their mouths met.

And the trio suddenly collapsed onto the floor, a flurry of arms and legs and mouths, panting and groaning and enjoying every slagging minute of the ordeal.

"Oh, Primus!" Sunstreaker heard himself saying when his mouth got a break in favour of his twin's, and he almost couldn't believe that he sounded like that. "Ratch, oh Primus!" And he couldn't bear to let the medic go again, instead falling against him as his body went weak, and for a moment Ratchet held him tight.

"I can't believe this is you," Sideswipe added, partially teasing - how could he tease at a time like this?! - as the white moved from his lips to kiss his neck and then the hood of his alt-form.

And then, at the medic's skilled touch, both their voices went out. Neither mouth could speak any more words other than primal grunts and groans. They could only kiss and be kissed, passions building inside their strong bodies making them reach for their doctor with almost humiliating desperation.

In return - be it from gratefulness or for payback - Sunstreaker found himself stroking the flat part of the medic's abdomen in idle circles, then ravishing it with his mouth, enjoying the rise it got out of the ambulance and revving his powerful engine when the sirens began going off.

Ratchet could hardly concentrate enough to hear his own sirens and moans; it had been too fragging long since he had been touched like this. He felt like he was going to dissolve with four hands and two mouths all paying such attention to his frame like this...

"Well! I'll be damned!"

At the sound of the fourth voice, the three jumped apart. They hadn't even realised the door was still open!

"Jazz," Sideswipe glared, though not as harshly as his brother, at the bot who had interrupted their fun. "What are you doing?"

"I heard sirens; thought somethin' might be up. Try shuttin' yo' door next time. None of us like hearin' that from the Rec. Room."

Feeling sheepish, Ratchet was the first to get up to close the door. "Jazz, I swear to Primus, if you tell anyone you caught us like this-"

"Relax, Ratch!" Jazz grinned. "Who d'ya think I am, Bluestreak?"

The medic had no suitable reply to that.

"Oh, and Ratch?" the saboteur continued. "It's about slaggin' time."

Grumbling, the white mech shut Jazz out of the room, then immediately returned to the twins to finish what they had started...

oOo

And for awhile, the three were happy. Ratchet never would have thought in a million vorns that those two would be right for him, and yet there they were, having the time of their lives. They had finally stopped pranking him so much, instead putting their energy towards other things. Like interfacing. Oh, Primus, the interfacing.

But there was one thing that was still left resolved, he mused, as the three sat in the common room, drinking. (One annoyance about the twins was that they always forced him to take breaks.)

"Sunstreaker, for Primus' sake, go talk to him," Ratchet muttered, "him" being the deep blue Firebird sitting a few tables away with Blaster.

Though it was clear he didn't want to, Sunstreaker stood up and walked over, flanked on either side by his brother and their new lover.

"Tracks," he announced, getting the attention of the Firebird and Boombox who sat, looking up at him quizzically.

"Sunstreaker," Tracks replied coolly. "You three look happy."

"You look... blue..." he was elbowed in the side by his brother at that, and continued with, "Look, Tracks, I-"

"Save it," the Firebird cut him off. "I don't want you to apologise to me."

This caught the golden mech by surprise. "You... don't?"

"Do you really think I'd waste so much time pining over someone like you?" the blue smiled, reaching across the table to grab Blaster's hand and making sure both twins and their medic saw him.

"And that would be our cue to go," Sideswipe whispered to Ratchet, pulling him away to give his brother some alone time.

"You two..." Sunstreaker began as soon as his brother was out of earshot, "...are together?"

"Turns out you weren't the best," Tracks couldn't resist jibing. The Lamborghini glared. "Oh, don't give me that look, I was only teasing."

"You two cool again?" Blaster butt in, not wanting another fight to break out.

The two looked at each other for a good two breems before nodding.

"We're cool," Sunstreaker confirmed vocally.

-fin-

Writing a scene like that for three is hard.

Well, this fic is now officially over. I hope you all enjoyed. Next up I have to finish "Through Glass."