A/N & Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or receive any profits from writing these fics. I'm simply doing it for fun and nothing else. Okay, so now that I got that disclaimer out of the way, I bring to you a work in progress. This will be an A/U movieverse. I didn't mention in the fic itself I guess because I forgot to or something, but they are fighting in an area as Gladiators. A lot more will be explained later on so I will leave it at that. Please leave me some feedback so I know if I should continue or not. Byez.

Chapter One: Diary of Jane

The yellow mech panted as he took his place by his brother's side. Dried engeron coated his cracked and dented frame as his self-repair system worked over time to relieve some of his pain and fix whatever damage it found. Unfortunately, not all damage could be repaired without the aid of a medic such as the blow fuel line and the sparking left shoulder that threatened to ignite his life 'blood' and burn him alive.

"I think we are screwed, Sideswipe…."

The silver mech turned looking at his brother with a raised eye smiling slightly. He truly was in no condition to be making optimistic suggestions. His own frame matched his brother except for a few minor differences. There was no sparking shoulder in fact there was no arm at all.

At some point during the skirmish, it had been hacked off at the connection joint and currently lay twitching near the area's far side wall. Sideswipe's left optic blinked rapidly threatening to blow his visual fuse at any moment. It looked out of place with the look of sheer bliss painted across the mech's face.

"I didn't take you for the pessimistic type, Sunny. No, we aren't screwed yet. I have a plan…."

'Sunny' growled ignoring the urge to correct his brother's use of his designation physically. Normally the use of that infernal nickname would earn the user quite a beat down, but there was a bigger problem at the moment. Punishment could wait and it would he would be merciless…

"A plan? You thought of one all by yourself? And here I thought that CPU of yours was just a decoration to match your pretty face."

"I don't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment."

A pout crossed the silver mech's features before his optics return to their rising opponent scowling. The playful banter was the first thing to go. It had no place on the battlefield. The lesson had been drilled into them since their hatchling stage quite painfully.

"He's getting up, Sideswipe. Now would be a good time to explain that plan of yours."

"Yeah…You take the left side, I'll take the right."

Sunstreaker huffed rolling his optics at his brother's lack of explanation. Then again, Sideswipe had never let him down not once. He had faith in his brother…

"When?"

Sideswipe leaned down readying himself for a 'launch'. His wheeled feet hummed as they fought back the urge to dash forward under the orders of their owner's CPU. There was something about this position that made him seem all the more dangerous. Animalistic and Feral even. His entire could be described in one phantom word….dangerous.

"I'll give you a signal."

"You'll give me a signal? When? When we are scrap parts and our engeron is being soaked into the gravel? You better be right about this, Sides."

"Trust me. I'm right." There was a small pause as a new brand of smirk plastered across the silver mech's face as his remaining hand shifted turning into a spotless diamond sharp blade. What was that look? There was something joyful about it…

Sunstreaker copied his twin's actions his own blades taking the place of hands. His own 'transformation' was slower more forced alerting him to heavy damage among his gear module.

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you…."

"So …you trust me a lot then, huh? Oh and Sunny…."

"Yeah, Sideswipe?"

"Now."

The two accelerated forward swerving and dashing around each other in an attempt to confuse their larger opponent. It seemed to be working. Maybe that old saying about the 'bigger they are the dumber they are' had some merit to it after all.

"What's the plan, Sideswipe? We are running out of distance here…"

"You want an honest answer?"

"….there is no plan is there?"

"Nope, just aim for his joints and anything that hurts."

"I hate you …."

Their opponent bellowed as two large cannon like weapons ascended onto his shoulders firing rapid rounds of live ammo. At some point during the fight, Sideswipe had given the brute damage in his cranial unit damaging his targeting systems. A small blessing at best.

"How about this, we use that routine we were practicing not too long ago."

"You idiot! That was for flyers. I don't know about you but I don't see any fragging wings on this beast."

"It will work. Trust me."

"You keep telling me that…why do I keep going along with you?"

Sunny leaned down suddenly as his brother switched routes swiftly. The wheel bits stung as they grinded into the yellow mech's back leaving small skid marks, but Sunny only grunted in response. Later in private, he would curse and throw a tantrum about his damaged paint job; his spark just wasn't in it at the moment.

Their opponent seemed to be caught off guard as Sideswipe quite literally came at him from above with a war cry. His end was quick if not painless. The silver mech's deadly blades dug down deep into the other mech's facial plating and jutted into the spark chamber. Optics flicked once…twice before the heavy brute fell taking his attacker with him. The crowd went wild with cheers and roars of approval.

A small gasp of pain left Sideswipe's vocals as the dead weight of the other crushed down upon him bending his remaining limb in an awkward position. His face grimaced as his frame creaked threatening to give way or break off entirely.

"Ugh…Sunny? Bro?"

He was greeted by blue eyes as Sunny leaned down smiling. A small chuckle was threatening to break his normal serious façade. Something that only occurred with his brother.

"Well what do we have here?"

"Don't laugh…just get it off of me. This kind of hurts, Sunny…"

"I don't know I kind of like you like this. You know…I think I could leave you here for a long time."

"Sunstreaker!"

"It was a joke…" The yellow mech shook his head rising back to his full height. He pushed upon the offlined mech's frame lifting it just enough to slide his brother's body from under it. Sideswipe took the opportunity to free his arm from its prison inspecting the damage to his remaining limb.

"He isn't going to like this you know. We are pretty much scrap metal right now…."

"Who?"

"Throwdown."

"Frag him."

"And what about Nightshade? She has got to be worried right now…"

"No she isn't and you know that. I say frag her too."

"That isn't very …nice, Sunny. She is the reason we are here after all…"

"That is kind of my point, isn't it? Her fault….now come on. I want to get clean and repaired as soon as possible."

Sunstreaker turned slowly making his way to a group of large rising metal doors which would allow him to return to the holding area. He paused looking over his damaged shoulder to his frowning brother.

"Oh, Sideswipe…"

"Yeah?"

"It was a good idea…but you ever do something like that again, I swear you won't live to see the next day, clear?"

A smile broke across Sideswipe's features banishing the sorrow that threatened to break to the surface just moments before.

"Crystal, Sunny…."