Here is a little thing I made in celebratian of my favorite holiday; Christmas!

First Transformers fic ever written, so please tell me if i wrote something wrong or what I should do to make it better :D

Merry Christmas, folks!

Chapter 1: Lamp post

"Rocking around the Christmas tree
at the Christmas party hop~"

Sunstreaker's eye twitched dangerously as his grip on the Energon cube tightened, causing a small crack to appear. Blue optics glared across the rec. room over to Blaster where he had started playing those slagging Christmas songs again.

"Mistletoe hung where you can see
ev'ry couple tries to stop~"

The Yellow transformer growled as he continued to glare at Blaster, who didn't seem to notice the warriors rising impatience with the songs that he had kept playing for almost a month now. He hadn't really cared about the display at first, but after hearing "Santa Clause is coming to town" four times a day along with other infamous melodies from Earth, Sunstreaker was fighting a losing battle with his already low patience.

"You will get a sentimental feeling,
when you hear voices singing
Let's be jolly; deck the halls with boughs of holly.

Rocking around the Christmas tree~"

Blue eyes twitched again as a new crack appeared on the half empty cube as he raised his arm and glared at the beat box, about to throw it at him. Unluckily for Sunstreaker, he had to stop the action as the red mech walked across the room and past the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the room. The tall green organic matter, decorated with all sorts of weird objects that Sparkplug and Spike had shown up with a couple of days ago, was now blocking Blaster from the line of fire as Sunstreaker put down the cube on the table with unnecessary force as he stood up.

Jazz, who had been trying to calm down Bluestreak after having heard a Christmas tale about a poor little human girl who had been trying to sell matches, turned his head to see Sunstreaker standing up two tables to his right. The yellow mech caught the saboteur looking his way, and to say he looked pissed would be an understatement.

Bluestreak continued rambling on about how sorry he felt for the little human girl, without noticing that the white and black mech had stopped listening and was now focusing on something else. Jazz sent Sunstreaker one of his trademark grins as a greeting, but only got a cold glare back. "- And no one stopped to help the girl. How could they not buy one of those sticks to help her? They just walked by, and she was so cold that she had to use the sticks she was supposed to sell, so then she couldn't go back home! Don't you think that's sad, Jazz? Jazz?" The gunner stopped his rambling as he stared at the mech beside him, following his gaze he also stared at the yellow bot.

"Yo man, was' up? Something wrong, sunshine?" Jazz asked in a relaxed manner, while Bluestreak tensed at the unwanted nickname of the frontline warrior. No one but his twin and Jazz could get away unharmed after using the phrase, but only because they were fast enough to escape before Sunstreaker caught them.

A low threatening growl was the only reply the saboteur got as he lifted both his hands, palms up. "Whoa, there! Just check 'in if ev'ry thing's alright", Jazz coed. Sunstreaker ignored it and walked away from his table and started making his way towards the door. Bluestreak relaxed slightly as he realized he wasn't going to get attacked by the irritated warrior. His relief didn't last more than a few seconds as Jazz spoke up again.

"Hey Sunny, where are ya going?" Sunstreaker turned around at the name and switched direction as he stopped to loom over Jazz, who didn't seem to be worried at all as he offered him a smile.

"Stop. Calling . me. That", the mech snarled at Jazz, clearly straining himself so that he wouldn't hit the saboteur. The only thing holding him back was the fact that he was an officer, therefore meaning time in the brig along with other punishments that Prowl would dish out.

"Rocking around the Christmas tree
Let the Christmas Spirit ring~"

Before either Jazz or Bluestreak had a chance to register what was happening, Sunstreaker had grabbed one of the energon cubes from the table and hurled it at Blaster as he was about to sit down at one of the tables with some fellow Autobots. The cube smashed right into the mech's chest plate and shattered, spreading the pink liquid over the startled red mech, as well as some of the less fortunate transformers that had been close by as the missile hit target.

The rec. room had turned uncomfortably silent, except for the Christmas music that was still playing from the stricken red (now partly pink) mech. Blaster stood frozen for a moment before he guided his eyes away from his chest plate and over to Sunstreaker who stood to glare at him.

"Turn that fragging music off before I grind you into spare parts and hand you over to whatever new self-destructive weapon Wheel Jack is making!" the yellow mech snarled with venom dripping from every word.

Slowly, as if trying not to draw the angry warrior's attention, Blaster reached for the stop button and pressed it, causing the room to become entirely silent. There was a short tense pause before Sunstreaker straightened and grumbled something under his breath, probably some pretty rude insults. He turned away from the bots that was continuing to stare at him, and started making his way back towards the door.

He didn't get very far.

A chair clattered as it was pushed back with enough momentum to tip it over. "Hey Sunshine! What the slag is your problem?"

Sunstreaker stopped in his tracks and looked back over his shoulder at Gears, who was covered in some of the Energon that had spilled a few seconds prior. The minibot stomped away from his table and walked up to the yellow mech who had by now turned around again and narrowed his eyes in an annoyed manner.

"Don't think you can just walk away after smearing Energon all over my plating!" Gears shouted at the mech as he scowled up at him, invading the sociopath's personal space, clearly not one of his brightest ideas.

"Get away from me before you ruin my paint job", Sunstreaker growled as he eyed the pink substance the minibot was covered in. No way was he getting that on him after having waxed earlier the same day. Seeing it as a far too good opportunity to pass up, Gears frown was replaced with a wicked grin as he took a step closer. One second later, the minibot had put a servo covered with Energon on Sunstreaker's chest plate.

Every bot in the room froze. Even Ironhide who had been chatting eagerly with bumblebee earlier sat completely still, then quickly realized what would happen if no one did something, and fast. He was the first to make a move as he rose from the chair, vaguely aware of Jazz doing the same.

However, both of them had no chance of reaching the yellow warrior as Gears was suddenly lifted off the ground. The minibot had a split second to wonder if his move had actually not really been such a wise idea, then he was slung through the air and crashed straight into the Christmas tree, snapping it in half, as well as forcing it to fall over. The room was filled with a big thud as the tree, with Gears on top, hit the ground. The noise was soon followed with shattering glass as all the decoration fell off.

Once every object on the tree had settled in pieces around on the floor, a tense silence filled the room once again.

Sunstreaker had dropped the glare, and was now staring down at the destroyed Christmas tree with an unreadable look. He hadn't actually meant for Gears to hit it, but for an instant in his rage, he had completely forgotten about the green plant in the middle of the room. A single glass ball that had survived the fall rolled across the floor. Sunstreaker followed it with it gaze as it hit Bluestreak's foot and stopped there. The yellow warrior looked up at the rookie and internally cringed when he saw his expression.

Bluestreak stared wide eyed at the ruined Christmas tree as Gears slowly sat up and started to untangle the light cords that he had wrapped around him. The pained kicked-puppy-look was actually painful to watch, and the fact that the gunner looked like he was about to break down and cry didn't help at all.

It had been Bumblebee and Bluestreak that had been the most excited about this whole Christmas thing, and they were the ones who had decorated the whole Arc with some help from other volunteers.

Sunstreaker's blue optics drifted over to the yellow minibot, which had a similar expression on his face, but couldn't quite reach Bluestreak's level of shock and sadness.

"T-the Christmas tree…" Bluestreak broke the silence with a quiet whimper. The sound was enough to even make Sunstreaker feel some regret for his actions. He turned to look at the gunner and opened his mouth to say something, but clapped it shut again, not sure what exactly to tell him. Apologizing was one of the things that came to mind, but disappeared quickly with a frown. Saying sorry had always been something he would never do, well, maybe he had done so a few times, but those times had been because of worse things he had done.

"Sunstreaker, look what you've done!"

The mech in question looked up at the one who had spoken, surprisingly enough; it turned out to be Bumblebee.

"Have you any idea how much time we used on this?" he brokenly asked, holding out a hand, gesturing toward the broken tree. "It was hard enough to actually find a tree of this size that was for sale, now look at it! And what about all the decoration we worked so hard on to put up and make it look nice. It's Christmas Eve tomorrow, for primus' sake!"

Sunstreaker had close to never seen the minibot this upset before. The usually so happy Bumblebee had disappeared as he gave the warrior an accusing look.

Even though he deep down knew that this was probably his own fault, Sunstreaker still had the strong urge to protect himself. With a scowl, the Lamborghini crossed his arms defiantly. "It's just a stupid tree."

"No it isn't!" It took a few seconds for Sunstreaker to realize that it wasn't Bumblebee who had spoken, so he turned to look at Bluestreak, still with the kicked-puppy look on his face. It really hurt to look at it.

"We need a Christmas tree!" the gunner shouted as he gave the warrior an almost pleading look. "Otherwise we won't get any Christmas presents from that human that dresses up in red and travel around the world with that sled thing and those organics with horns. Spike told us that we needed a Christmas tree so that the human could put the presents under! And what about those cookies that Carly made for him?"

Bluestreak was starting on one of his usual endless rants, and Sunstreaker was really not in the mood to listen to one of those at the moment. "Santa isn't real", the yellow mech cut in, effectively stopping the gunners babbling, as he gaped and stared wide eyed back at the mech. "T-that's not true!"

"Yes it is! I've looked it up; it's just something the humans made up to trick their kids into thinking that they wouldn't get any gifts if they weren't good. Besides, why should we care about this earth tradition? It's got nothing to do with us", Sunstreaker reasoned as he watched Bluestreak's expression grow more and more hurt. He had planned to say more, but wasn't able to do it as he looked at the gunner. One would think that the warrior had killed his parents based on the look on his face.

Sunstreaker had to look away from Bluestreak, and it was only now that he noticed the on edge silence surrounding the room. Casting a glance around himself, the frontliner became aware of all the hostile glares he was getting from all the bots in the rom. Well, almost everyone, as Jazz looked more disappointed than angry.

"Sunstreaker, get out."

Said mech looked over to Ironhide, whose voice had been extremely stern, and judging by his clenched fists, he was trying his hardest to not shout the order at him. With a final huff, Sunstreaker turned and made a b-line for the door, disapproving glares following him.

The universe must have had something against him that day, because just as he made it to the door, it opened, revealing Sideswipe. "Oh, hi Sunny, where are you going?" the newcomer asked, then noticed how quiet it was and frowned as he looked past his brother. "What the slag happened here?" he shouted after a few seconds of taking in the scene, including Gears still trying to remove the light cords from his plating.

Without wasting any more time, Sunstreaker growled slightly as he grabbed his twin by the shoulder and pushed him aside so that he could get past him. Sideswipe dumbly watched him as he strode briskly down the corridor, before the doors closed after the yellow Lamborghini, making the mech blink a couple of times as understanding dawned on him.

"Oooooh…" Sideswipe breathed out as he cast another look across the room, with mechs still glaring heatedly at the closed door. "I'll go talk to him", the red mech informed the crowd, eager to get out of the room. "Hey Sunny, wait for me!" Sideswipe called as he darted out of the room and ran after his twin.

Gears continued to struggle with the cords long after they left. His patience was quickly fading, until he at least snapped and broke some of the cables. "Fragging lights! Somebody get this glitched rope off me!"

"Do it yourself, seeing as this is your fault too", Bumblebee told him with a scowl as he walked over to Bluestreak and patted him lightly on the leg, seeing as he couldn't reach his shoulder.

"How the slag is this my fault? He was the one who threw me!" Gears argued as he cut another string, vaguely aware that Bluestreak was twitching every time he did so.

"Maybe, but if you hadn't pestered 'im, none of this would have happened" Jazz told him with a shake of his head and made his way over to the door. "I'll report this to Prime. You guys start cleanin' up this mess." No one moved at first after the door had closed after the saboteur, only Gears constant trashing about, sounding through the room.

"Slagging cords!"

"Wait up, bro!"

Sunstreaker kept on striding down the hallway with a frown on his face, ignoring Sideswipe's calls. The red mech finally caught up with his twin and fell into walking beside him with a questionable glance directed at the yellow mech. Sunstreaker had expected to be bombarded with irritating questions from his twin, but he was now finding the silent look he was sending even more annoying.

"What?" the yellow twin barked at his brother, who didn't take any offence from the treatment he was receiving.

"Tell me what happened."

"Nothing happened" Sunstreaker rumbled as they kept walking through the fairly empty halls. The sound of footsteps echoed around them as the silence started once more. After a while, the yellow Lamborghini gave a groan, signalizing his surrender. "Fine! I broke that stupid tree. It was in the way."

Sideswipe seemed to think about the information for a moment before looking back to his brother. "Did you happen to break by throwing Gears at it? Because I just can't see him volunteering to act as the replacement, even with all those lights he was wearing." Sunstreaker chuckled darkly at the comment as he pulled out a piece of cloth from his sub-space pocket, before he started rubbing at the Energon stain the minibot had put on him. Sideswipe followed the action and could now see the reason for Gears battle with the Christmas lights.

"That glitchhead probably had it coming anyway", Sideswipe commented as he lazily put his hands behind his head as they reached the exit of the arc. The red twin jerked to a stop as his hands fell back down to his sides. He gave his brother a confused look. "Sunstreaker, where are you going?"

The yellow mech stopped and looked sideways back at his brother, his face passive. "Ironhide told me to get out, so I'm simply doing what he told me."

Sideswipe crossed his arms and gave his brother a disapproving look. "I think he meant out of the room. Not out of the ark", he told the mech, well aware that he already knew this.

"Whatever", Sunstreaker muttered as he walked outside into the cold afternoon breeze. Even though it was winter and cold, it was still not cold enough out in the desert for there to be snow. The yellow mech gazed back at his brother who gave him a worried look, knowing what his twin was up to.

"I'll be gone for the next few solar-cycles, until this whole Christmas thing is over", Sunstreaker told him, then added after a pause, "And until an uncertain number of mechs have given up their plans of revenge for the Christmas tree thing." Sideswipe grinned slightly at the last part, but still seemed like he didn't like the idea.

"I'll shut off my com-link in case someone should try to order me back, but I'll leave our private link open just in case something should happen. Only use it if it's an emergency." Sunstreaker eyed his twin who crossed his arms and looked sideways with a scowl. "Fine. Just be on your own, if that's what you want", he replied resentfully, not wanting his brother to leave.

"You can survive a couple of days without me", Sunstreaker told him as he took a step forward, then transformed into his alt mode. Sideswipe looked back at the yellow Lamborghini with a pout. "I'll give you five days of freedom. If you're not back here by then, I'll come find you and drag your sorry aft back here."

Sunstreaker chuckled as he started his engine and revved it a couple of times. "Sure, sure, try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone."

Sideswipe grinned evily with a slight snigger. "Oh, I would never."

"Yeah, right. See ya' later Sides'", Sunstreaker called out as he hit the gas and darted off, leaving Sideswipe in a cloud of dust. Once it had cleared, the red Lamborghini gave a scowl as he raised his fist and shook it in a threatening manner, "I'll remember that when you get back, slagger!"

The prankster wasn't sure if his twin had heard him, so he lowered his arm and watched the retreating dust cloud that was following the yellow sports car in silence. He watched with a sullen expression for a while, until it turned into a cheeky smirk.

Sunstreaker never had properly explained what situations could be labored as an emergency.

Snow was falling down around the yellow Lamborghini as it drove down the highway a little over the speed limit. There were fewer vehicles around at this time of day, seeing as it had been a couple of hours since the Autobot had left the Arc. By now, the sun had left and the darkness of the night had fallen.

Sunstreaker took the exit on the next junction and left the highway as he maneuvered away from the more populated roads. After a while, he ended up in a small neighborhood a little outside if the city he just had drove by. He slowed down and eventually pulled over on the side of the empty street, making sure that there were no humans within sight before he transformed.

He stood up straight, stretching his arms up into the air as to get rid of the stiffness he had gotten after the long drive. He had decided to head up further north, and had eventually came across the states where snow had fallen. Looking down at the whiteness below and around him, Sunstreaker scowled.

The bot actually liked the snow and its whiteness that hid most of the dirt that always spoiled his paintjob. What he didn't like, however, was the fact that it reminded him about the little episode back at the base. He had felt better after the little talk with Sideswipe, but his mood had dropped some after he had drove into the fluffy whiteness that didn't seem to have any end to it. The mech had to give himself credit for not turning around at that point.

Sunstreaker looked up and scanned the surrounding neighborhood, taking inn all the snow-covered houses decorated with multi-colored lights of all sorts. From the houses that had chimney, a line of smoke was steadily drifting upwards. Some of the gardens had snow sculptures in them; snowmen, if Sunstreaker remembered correctly.

Figures were moving about in the houses, walking past the windows from time to time. The mech thought he could also hear music coming from one of the residences, but even his sensitive hearing could barely pick it up, so it didn't bother him much.

With a huff, Sunstreaker gave another look around before he walked over to a lone street lamp and sat down at the sidewalk by it. Drawing his knees slightly closer, the mech rested his arms across them.

The snow continued to fall lightly around him, making the mech look up as the white flakes slowly drifted downward from the dark sky. Sunstreaker continued to stare, finding the falling snow slightly hypnotic, as it had a very calming effect on the warrior.

A light laughter caught the mach's attention as his gaze slowly fell and stopped at one of the houses in the surrounding area. He saw some humans through one of the windows, probably the living room. There seemed to be a family unit of four in the house, and Sunstreaker watched them for some minutes before he noticed what they were doing. The two smaller ones, probably human sparklings, were hanging up colorful balls on a green tree, with their creators trying to wrap a light cord around it.

Instantly being reminded about what had happened at the Arc, Sunstreaker's eyes snapped back to the sky, before falling down and stopping at his feet.

He lifted his left hand to support his head as he continued to stare down at his feet and the snow that was slowly covering his plating. The usual scowl made its way to his face plate as his thoughts went back to what had happened earlier that day.

The warrior wasn't sure why the incident bothered him this much. Sure, he shouldn't have been so straight forward with Bluestreak, but he had only been telling him the truth. It was, in fact, just a tree. And he had overheard Sparkplug saying that this 'Santa Clause', was just a made up character for the benefit of children.

Even so, crashing the tree they had used so much time on had never been Sunstreaker's intention. While he was used to most mechs not liking him, the glares he had received this time bugged him for some reason. And the look Bluestreak had given him annoyed him to no end.

The mech was vaguely aware of the sound of a door opening, but didn't pay much attention to it. Too caught up in his own thoughts.

It was only when he heard two human voices that he finally bothered to tilt his head slightly to look their way. His gaze landed on the open door of one of the houses across the street. A female human stood there, trying to wrap piece of cloth around a small human sparkling's neck. The child fumbled impatiently as it waited for its creator to finish.

"Hurry up, mommy!" A light voice came from the child, who Sunstreaker guessed was also a femme, if the sound was something to judge by. Once the creator was done, the girl turned and darted out the door. The small creature ran down a path that had been cleared for most of the snow and made her way over to the sulking Autobot.

Sunstreaker briefly debated whether he should bother staying or transform and hightail out of there. The little organic arrived before him before the mech could finish judging his options. As he looked down at the child, he decided that he didn't bother moving at the moment.

The human was covered from head to toe in different types of thick clothing, and the lower part of her face was covered by the neck-warmer thing. Some straws of brown hair was sticking out beneath the headpiece, and two pairs of big green eyes stood out from the only place on the small being that was not covered.

The bot wondered if it was really necessary for humans to dress up like to this extreme, even if it technically was cold outside. Sunstreaker watched as the sparkling came to a halt in front of his right foot, staring wide eyed up at him.

"Hello", the human piped up from the ground. Sunstreaker's optics narrowed slightly in annoyance as he looked away from the organic, hoping that it would go away if he ignored it. He had never been very fond of the human race, never talking with them unless absolute necessary, so he certainly wasn't going to start chatting with them now.

"My name is Alexandra, what's your name?" the organic continued, not taking note of the bot's disinterest.

Sunstreaker continued to ignore the human, his eyes focusing about anything but her. His gaze drifted over to the girl's house, where her parent was still standing in the doorway with her arms around herself as to keep warm. The woman was watching her child with a soft smile on her lips, overseeing her daughter to make sure she didn't annoy the gigantic robot sitting across the street.

"I've seen you on TV before. You were fighting with those other robots, the ones who look mean", the child continued in the one-way conversation.

There was a brief silence where Sunstreaker wondered if the sparkling had given up, just as the human spoke up again. "What are you doing here? Are you looking for Santa? If you are, then you have to wait a while, because he doesn't come before tomorrow night." Sunstreaker growled slightly at the name of the imaginary human and finally turned his head to look at the child.

The sparkling stared back at the mech in anticipation, holding her breath in excitement as she waited for him to speak.

"Santa doesn't exist", Sunstreaker told her with an annoyed tone, irritated at her for bringing up that particular topic he'd rather forget.

The girl's face fell, and she looked shocked up at him. Sunstreaker glared back at the human for a while as snow continued to fall down around them. "That's not true!" The child finally spoke, pointing an accusing finger up at him. (Well, she would have if she had gloves on instead of mittens, so she settled for pointing her whole hand at him.)

Sunstreaker frowned at the child as he opened his mouth to argue further, but suddenly realized that this was starting to look like a repeat of the same conversation he had with Bluestreak. Resentfully, the mech turned his head and looked away from the child, gritting his teeth so that he wouldn't tell her something he would regret later.

The human had turned silence for once, and Sunstreaker would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. Now, if only he could get the pest to leave him alone for him to enjoy his solitude, he would feel satisfied.

No such luck.

"Why don't you believe in Santa? Is it because you haven't gotten any presents from him yet?" Sunstreaker was certain he heard something in his processor snap as his eyes darted back to the human and smashed his fist to the ground, making a small earthquake along with a fairly eye-catching crack in the pavement.

The small human jumped in surprise at the unexpected reaction, and the transformer was aware its creator tense in the doorway as it took some worried steps closer to them.

Sunstreaker sat completely still, trying not to lose his temper further. It wouldn't look any good for his commander if he found out one of his warriors had actually hurt a human, a sparkling, none the less. Cycling air through his vents, the warrior calmed down enough to get a sentence out to the small creature before him.

"I destroyed the Christmas tree."

His words were strained as he struggled to not yell out the words. This human was aggravating him beyond belief.

A high pitched gasp filled the warriors audios as the girl looked up at him with a horrified expression, her mouth (now visible as the scarf had sagged down from her face) wide open. As she continued stare at him, Sunstreaker's face slowly went from angered to confused, and possibly a little disturbed.

He wasn't sure what to make of the child's reaction, and it was starting to bother him. Why was everyone on this planet so worried about a slagging tree? It simply didn't make any sense at all.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Sunstreaker finally managed to ask, feeling a little uneasy by the look she was giving him.

The human stood gaping like a fish for a few moments more, then clamped it shut and turned a panicked look toward her mother, who had by now put on a jacket and was slowly making her way over to the pair. "Mommy, Mommy!" The girl started to wave both her hands, signalizing for the woman to hurry over.

Sunstreaker watched the organic as she came to stand besides her sparkling, glimpsing up at the alien for a moment before turning toward her daughter who was now tugging on her jacket to get the woman's attention. "Mommy, he doesn't have a Christmas tree!" the child shouted in horror as she pointed up at the yellow mech.

The Autobot narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms defiantly with small glare down at the child. "I don't need one of those pit-spawned trees! What in the name of Cybertron is so special about them anyway?"

The sparkling gaped once again, staring wide eyed up at him. Her creator also stared up at him, but probably not for the same reasons as the child.

"But it's a Christmas tree!" the sparkling shouted, as if that would explain everything.

Sunstreaker continued to stare back down at the child, waiting for a better explanation. "Haven't the Autobots celebrated Christmas before?" The bot's eyes shifted to the older organic who had spoken. "Not really…" huffed Sunstreaker once before continuing, "Some of the others tried it before, but there was always something wrong with what they did, and other times we were too busy with the 'Cons."

Sunstreaker shifted slightly to get some snow off of his casing before he looked back to the organics. There was a short pause in the conversation where the Lamborghini realized what he had been doing, and started to wonder for himself why he was talking to the humans at all.

"That's a little sad." The woman chirped up again, drawing Sunstreaker's attention. "Christmas is the time of year where family and loved ones comes together and celebrate the holidays." The child looked from her mother and over to the warrior with a big grin. "And then mommy and grandma makes really good food and we play games and listen to music and dances around the Christmas tree and-" the girl picked up after her mother and continued to ramble up all the reasons for why Christmas was 'so much fun'.

The Autobot was forced to listen to the sparkling as she went on and on, all the while smiling like a maniac. After a while, Sunstreaker had to shake his head slightly to get himself back to reality. He had actually started to find her stories slightly amusing.

"-And on Christmas morning, I always run into the living room. And there is full of presents under the tree for me, mommy and daddy! But mostly for me." The child ended her story with a confident nod.

Sunstreaker continued to stare at the child for about ten seconds, then; "How does this Santa Claus manage to get into the house?" The mech smirked for himself as he put a servo under his chin to support his head, playing along with the young organic.

"Oh, he climbs down the chimney", the girl replied.

The warrior's smirk widened, "There is the problem. You see, the Arc doesn't have a chimney, so Santa can't get in. So technically, we don't need a Christmas tree if we can't get the presents", glad he had finally finding a good argument for the child to chew on.

Sunstreaker started to swat away some of the white fluff that had started to settle on his shoulders, ignoring both organics.

"You could put the tree outside!" The frontliner groaned and put a servo over his faceplate in irritation. Why couldn't the human just give up? Moving his servo back to rest on his lap, he glared down at the child again. "Well, we don't have a tree anymore. I smashed it, remember?" Without missing a beat, the mech continued. "And I probably wouldn't be able to find a new one in the little time left before this Christmas thing is over. It took the other Autobots about a week to find a fitting tree that we could afford by the money we get from the government."

Silence fell on the three creatures as snow continued to fall down around them. Once Sunstreaker noticed the pitying look he was getting from the adult, the mech looked away with a low growl. He didn't need anyone to feel sorry for him.

A low sneeze drew his attention back to the smaller organic as she held a hand up, rubbing her nose. Leaning slightly away from the possible contamination, Sunstreaker put his servos slightly up to act as a shield, not wanting any organic matter on his paintjob. The creator leaned down and grabbed her daughter's hand with a slight smile. "It's getting cold, maybe we should get back inside."

Sunstreaker proceeded with ignoring the humans as he once more started to dust off some of the snow from his helmet and missing the look the sparkling was giving him.

"Can he stay in our garage?"

Sunstreaker jerked at the comment and stared bewildered down at the organic who was pointing up at him, waiting for her mother to answer. Who in their right mind would want him to stay? It was official; the sparkling had a glitched CPU.

Both of the humans turned to stare up at the mech with questionable gazes. The yellow mech shifted slightly as he saw the woman pounder about the request for a while. "I guess it would be alright."

The transformer's eyes widened slightly at her consent, not used to other people that his brother wanting him around. "My husband isn't coming home before tomorrow from his trip, so there is plenty of space for you in there. What do you say?" the mother asked the Autobot with a kind smile, making the warrior even more uneasy. He wasn't used to this kind of treatment.

Thinking it over for a moment, Sunstreaker gave a hesitant nod. The two humans gave him a pair of smiles as the mother stood up straight and walked over to the garage door with her daughter in tow. "Follow me." Complying with her request, Sunstreaker stood up and transformed into his alt mode, earning him an excited cheer from the sparkling and a shocked choking sound from the mother as she gawked at the expensive sports car.

He rolled over the street, pushing down the snow as he went, leaving a set of car tracks behind him. The woman bent down and grabbed a hold of the handle as she lifted the white painted door up, before stepping to the side once it was fully opened. The Lamborghini rolled swiftly into the surprisingly large room. Scanning it, Sunstreaker found that it was big enough for him to sit in without bashing his helm against the ceiling.

The sparkling was about to run in after him, but her creator grabbed a hold of her and dragged her back. "Go inside and take off your clothes first. Then I'll make some hot chocolate you can take with you in there?"

The girl spared enough time to give an excited nod before she darted for the front door. The woman chuckled slightly for herself as she reached up and started to pull down the garage door again, "We'll be using that door over to your left, so I'll just close this one here so that you won't feel so cold", she informed the mech who shifted slightly on his wheels in acknowledgment.

Once the door was shut, Sunstreaker sat in silence for a couple of minutes as he listened to the organics wander around in the other part of the structure. Once his processor had started working again, he simply couldn't help but ask.

"What the slag did I just do?"

To be continued…

I'll try to get the secound and last chapter done before Christmas, so look forward to it :D Reviews are appreciated.