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Ch. 2

After Wheeljack left, and he informed Optimus of the…situation, Ratchet walked back to the exam table. Sunstreaker sat perched on the edge, kicking his legs back and forth. "Ratchet?" he asked staring at the medic. "What are you going to do?"

Ratchet indulged the sparkling with a smile. "Well, first I'm going to give you a preliminary scan and then test your joints."

The medic removed a small scanner from subspace and ran it over the diminutive mech. Everything seemed in order. No parts were out of place, everything was wired correctly and nothing was leaking. One thing caught his attention though. Weapons systems.

He made a note to ask about that after the joint check. "Tell me if anything hurts." He carefully bent the child's knees, elbows, and shoulders. Sunstreaker didn't say a word. "Well, everything seems in order." He grabbed a spray can and fixed the sparkling's paint before he lifted him and set him on the ground. "There's just one thing…did you know you had weapons?"

Sunstreaker nodded enthusiastically. "Yep!"

Sideswipe looked at his brother carefully. "Wonder if those are the weapons from when we were little." The Lamborghini pointed at the wall behind his brother. "Sunny! Decepticons!"

The sparkling whirled around as two mini-cannons appeared on his shoulders. He released several volleys before he stopped. The wall now had a sizable hole in it.

Ratchet spun to face Sideswipe. "You two had these weapons when you were little?!"

"Oh yeah! Our first weapons were a set of daggers, our mom got us for our construction day anniversary. She even trained us to use 'em." The melee warrior took a pose that looked vaguely like he was wielding a blade as he remembered one of the training sessions. "Come on you two. Shank Mommy's ankles!"

The medic looked in horror as the yellow sparkling giggled at what appeared to be his brother trying to hurt one of their creators. 'This explains so much. Their whole family is nuts.' He glanced at the damaged wall. Thankfully the next room didn't seem to have been holding anything.

The door hissed open as Optimus Prime entered. Ratchet and Sideswipe spun around and saluted. Sunstreaker saw the new mech and waved cheerfully. "Hi!"

Optimus sat down in front of the little mech. "Hello there. Do you know who I am?"

Sunstreaker twisted his face in concentration. "No. I don't think so."

The Autobot commander extended his hand and the sparkling shook it. "I am Optimus Prime."

"My name's Sunstreaker, but everybody calls me Sunny." Optimus looked at the yellow bot. It was hard to believe that this innocent, not to mention polite, child was really one the most ruthless fighters in the Autobot Army. "Can I go play with Sides?"

"Certainly." As Sunstreaker sprinted over to his brother Optimus stood and went to speak with Ratchet, noting the damaged wall as he did so. "Is there any way to reverse this?"

The medic pinched the bridge of his olfactory sensors. "I don't know, but Wheeljack's working on it." He looked as the two left the infirmary, Sunstreaker piggybacking on Sideswipe. "Until we make some head-way on how exactly this happened we'll just have to wait."

Break

Now that they were away from the infirmary Sideswipe didn't know what to do. There was the option of going to the room they shared but Sunstreaker wanted to play around the base. Plus the warrior had to stash the high-grade away from his brother. They could always go outside, but Ratchet had warned against that while Optimus had spoken with Sunstreaker. "There's a chance the Cons could spot you two," he had said.

"Hey Sides?"

Sideswipe snapped out of his thoughts. "Yeah bro?"

"How come you're bigger than me?"

The warrior laughed a bit. "I'm not really sure. You'd have to ask Wheeljack."

"Can we go ask him now?"

"Uh…I'd rather not…" A brilliant idea shot through his processor. "Hey! You wanna meet someone really fun?"

"Yeah!"

Sideswipe grinned as a plan developed in his mind. "Good. Now, his name's Red Alert…"

A/N: This will not end well...