Standard disclaimer that I don't won any Transformers. I only created the siblings.

Stomping sounded through the floor above her.

Sighing as she logged off work for the day, Celia rubbed her eyes.

Her brother shouldn't have been home yet, but she knew better than to complain to him.

He would just rant at her, telling her she was useless and should have died with their parents.

Never acknowledging the only reason he had a roof over his head and food in the fridge was because she worked all the time to support his grifting aft.

Shaking her head as she shifted from work mode to home mode, she picked up the toy she designated her work persona and moved it to the display cabinet over her desk. The white and black door-winged toy gleamed with the wax she rubbed on it to protect it from her skin.

Then she pulled down the toy for her home persona, the enigmatic blue visor cocky in the white and black color scheme.

Setting it down, she stood and stretched.

A yowl preceded swearing and running.

Frown in place already, she faced the closed door. Beyond the door was the staircase leading to the shared spaces and her brother's three quarters of the house.

The tiny pet door at the bottom flipped open as her cat ran in, carrying one of her brother's toys.

The grey toy with door-wings bounced as her cat trotted up to her.

Pounding struck the door, causing her head to ache from the noise.

"I'm going to skin that fur ball if I don't get Bluestreak back now."

She knelt, held out her hand, whispered tiredly, "Could you stop this, Ravage?"

The pure black cat purred as she dropped the toy into the waiting palm.

Straightening, she walked to the door, "I have it, bro. Just a moment, please."

"This is the last time I'm going to let this pass," her brother snapped through the door.

Quickly unlocking the three locks, she opened the door, handed over the toy, "She's still a kitten for another year."

His black hair hung in dreadlocks as he pulled back his lips, "She's out the next time this happens."

He stormed over to the stairs and ascended out of view.

Closing the door, locking it again she wondered what Optimus Prime would think of her brother's interpretation of the Autobot code.

Apparently hardworking sisters were akin to Decepticons. Even when they adhered to the dying wish of their father to take care of their ungracious little brothers.

Opening her mini fridge she muttered a curse, finding she needed to restock.

Ravage stropped her legs, meowing.

"I know. I'll restock your cans too, Ravage," picking up the bottled fruit juice, she closed the fridge up, "You are grounded until I get back."

Chugging the juice, her spirit shuddering under the constant negativity lurking above her, she jotted her shopping list down.

Collecting her keys, wallet and shopping bags, she knelt long enough to lock the pet door.

Then she left to do more than her fair share of the chores.

Her brother's voice chased her out of the house, "I wish the Decepitcons took you to their universe. Useless."