Lamborghini-twins bond
Jettwins bond

"Twin swap!"

"WHAT!?"

The Lamborghini twins exchanged a worried glance; their optics raised in confusion. First Aid's announcement sounded a little alarming to their audials…

"What do ya mean 'twin swap'?" Sideswipe inquired skeptically, raising his digits to emphasise his last words.

"Have you not been paying attention to the amount of time you two spend near each other? Optimus is a little concerned that you can't rely on any other bot," First Aid explained, pacing along before the twins; his servos resting on his back-strut. "So, we've called in a bot of the Elite Guard; who happens to be a twin, to see if he can get you to rely on him!"

"And who is this 'Elite' guard?" Sunstreaker questioned; servos on his hip-armour.

"He's a junior, but he's still an officer! Goes by the name Jetfire or something…"

The Lambo-twins met optics before looking back at the medic-in-training.

"I think you mean Skyfire…" Sideswipe admitted.

"And he does not have a twin…" Sunstreaker continued. First Aid faced them with a heavy vent, shaking his helm.

"See what I mean? This is why we're twin-swapping," he explained. "Jetfire will be here in the next solarcycle, and as for you Sideswipe; you'll be heading out to meet with his brother, Jetstorm."

"Fun…" the red-Lambo replied blankly, grabbing Sunstreaker's servo and dragging him from the room. "Excuse us an astrosecond…"

When the two Lamborghinis were out of audial-shot from the medic, Sunstreaker gave his brother a look.

"What?"

"Are your audials not working, bro? 'Aid says they're juniors!" Sideswipe spat. "I'm not workin' with a youngling!"

"What's the worst that can happen?" Sunstreaker reassured. "He did say they're of the Elite Guard."

"Huh… which is way higher ranking than we'll ever be…"

"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe."

The Lambo-twins ceased their conversation at their leader's voice, both faking a grin as Optimus walked past them and continued on down the hall. Red-Lambo then grabbed yellow-Lambo's shoulder-struts.

"Sunny, we're scrapped as far as I can tell!" he whimpered. Sunstreaker released himself from his servos and groaned.

"Listen, one; we'll be fine, two; pull yourself together and three…" he paused, giving his brother a stern glare. "Don't, call me that!"

Sideswipe sheepishly grinned before falling serious once more.

"You're right; we can do this," he admitted in reassurance to himself and his brother. "Besides, what trouble can two young jets cause anyway?"

*time-skip to next day*

Jetfire cautiously followed Ironhide through the hallways of the ARK; the jet's optics wandering the structure in awe and interest. He'd never seen something that gave off such marvel…

"So uhh, whaddya think, kid?" the elder bot questioned; Ironhide turning back to face their guest. "Not as marvellin' as your ship, huh?"

"No, no, Mr Ironhide sir. It is being fine!" Jetfire replied in heist, awkwardly waving a servo. "I am liking everything!"

"Well, that's good to hear, but Ah think it's 'bout time yah met the twin you'll be spendin' the day with, huh?"

The junior officer solemnly nodded his helm and continued to follow Ironhide; first through a complicated control room, then through another set of hallways that most likely held the quarters of the bots who called the ARK home. Jetfire was surprised at some of the bots they passed; why did they look so familiar?Ironhide stopped outside a dual-marked door and whacked his servo against it, waiting for a response before he spoke.

"Yes?"

"Sun, yah got 'a guest here to see yah."

The door slowly opened and Jetfire tilted his helm back slightly to look up at Sunstreaker, who cautiously met his optics.

"Ahh… so, you're Jetfire…" the yellow-Lambo commented; said-jet nodding. Sunstreaker glanced over his shoulder-strut. "Sides, the Guard officer's here; meaning you gotta go."

Sideswipe appeared beside his brother, giving Jetfire a quick look-over as he stepped in place at the door.

"Doesn't look like an officer…" he muttered. Jetfire must have overheard him for the young jet stepped back and folded his arms in disapproval after he had spoken.

"I be hearing you!" he scowled. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe met optics, sharing a blank look.

Sounds like someone's got a bug in their vocal processor… Sideswipe sent though their twin-bond.

Don't start; Jetstorm probably sounds just like him… Now get going! Sunstreaker responded, before looking back at Jetfire; the junior officer still watching them with a stern glance. Sideswipe immediately backed off; dragging Ironhide with him, and left Sunstreaker alone with the Elite Guard officer. The yellow-Lambo uncomfortably cleared his vocal processor.

"So… what does a jet like you do on a-…?"

"Don't be playing nice with me, mech," Jetfire interrupted, stepping up to the taller twin without panic. "I know what you're like…"

Without another word, Jetfire stepped past him and settled himself on Sideswipe's side of the room; Sunstreaker looking on with wide optics. Had he just been 'talked down to' by a youngling!?

"Are… A-Are you trying to be funny?" he asked in confusion. Jetfire kicked back his legs and lay on the berth; his arms resting behind his helm.

"I be not knowing what you're talking about," he replied cheekily. Sunstreaker softly growled.

"Hey, two can play at that game!"

In a split second, the Lamborghini had darted from his spot and charged towards the youngling; Jetfire hastily rolling off the berth and dodging his 'attack'. Sunstreaker ran straight into the berth after that, tumbling backwards with a small groan.

"Gee… y-you're faster than you look…"

"I win," Jetfire said proudly, standing over him with his servos on his hip-armour. "Haha!"

Sunstreaker lay back and rolled his optics. This was going to be a long solarcycle…

First chapter; three pages… why me? :3

But hey, that was fun! Sunstreaker and Jetfire are gonna get along just fine! ^^; *cricket sounds*
Umm… Let's go see how Jetstorm and Sideswipe do, okay!?

Re-uploaded cause it was being stupid before... :(