This is a Fic I wrote for a Friend.
Transformers © HasTak.
Sunstreaker sat there with a frown a mile long on his face. It was bad enough he was injured, but to have to sit through another one of Ratchets rants was just about too much for his temper to handle. The medic sat in front of him, piecing back together his arm, which had been nearly blown off in a battle that morning. Ratchet was on his usual tirade about how he was 'so overworked' and how 'he didn't have the energy to look after mechs stupid enough to mess with the seekers.' True, Sunstreaker's jet judo did need some work, but hearing about his immense stupidity for hours on end didn't help his mood. Ratchet was winding down in his rant, which meant he was almost done his repairs. He finished off his rant with the all too familiar line "I am sick to death of seeing you in here." And began to put his tools away. Before Ratchet could get another word in Sunstreaker cut in.
"Well, maybe the seekers will do you the honor of finishing the job next time, so you wont have to fix me. Seeing as you hate me so much and all" Sunstreaker snorted, as he hopped off the table and made for the door. He knew very well what he said would invoke another rant from Ratchet, and he had no intentions to stick around for the proceedings. But about half way to the door Ratchet grabbed his wrist and whirled him around. This threw Sunstreaker off; if Ratchet had wanted to stop him, he would have used his traditional method of yelling and throwing things. Sunstreaker stiffened in preparation for the strip Ratchet was no doubt going to tear out of him. But when the dreaded rant never came Sunstreaker strengthened and brought his optics up to Ratchets. Sunstreaker had expected Ratchet to be radiating anger, but upon looking at him, he was surprised to find that Ratchet wasn't ten second away from blowing his top, but instead had a very concerned look on his face.
" I don't hate you… And I don't hate fixing you. It just worries me that you do such… stunts… One day you're not going to walk away from one of your escapades." Ratchet said in a generally worried tone.
That statement took Sunstreaker aback; he hadn't expected anything like this from Ratchet the Hatchet. He just stood there, shocked, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to do next. So he said the only thing that came to mind.
"So what if I don't…"
The reply caused Ratchets frown to deepen.
"You got to remember that it isn't just you… If you ever died you would be taking Sideswipe along with you. No one wants to see that happen. It hurts me to see you two in here so much." Ratchets replied sadly. Sunstreaker's mind went totally blank; no one had ever really shown any concern over him or his brother like this. It was usually someone yelling at them for their recklessness. But never had there been genuine concern like this. Ratchet let go of Sunstreaker's arm and went back to cleaning up his tools. Sunstreaker just stood there, and watched him for a long moment.
"And DON'T you ever imply that the seekers killing you would honor me. The thought sickens me to no end." Ratchet snapped, without turning around. His tone returned to annoyed anger, but still had a hint of mild worry behind it.
With that, Sunstreaker was snapped back into reality and after a few more moments, he made his way out of the med bay, still completely stunned by the turn of events that had taken place.
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The next couple of weeks were a blur as far as Sunstreaker was concerned. As he sat in the rec room he found that yet again he was lost in contemplation. He couldn't seem to pull his thoughts away from what Ratchet had said in the med bay weeks ago. As he pondered it, a strange feeling slowly started to creep its way into his systems. A nagging feeling that, for the life of him, he couldn't quite put his finger on. The 'feeling' only got more intense as he realized it had always been there.
It frustrated him to no end. Every time he was in or near the med bay or within a short distance from Ratchet the 'feeling' would become stronger, more concentrated. And that usually left him dazed, so to speak. His mind would go totally blank and he would stop, and just glare off into space. This in turn, had caught the attention of others, and rumors quickly spread. Some were that Sunstreaker was closer then he had ever been to snapping, and the slightest thing could set him off on his killing spree. Others were that he was plotting something horrible, which in some way involved Ratchet getting maimed and/or beaten. All of the rumors caused the mechs around him to space themselves from him, more so then usual. But none of that really mattered to Sunstreaker, because, quite frankly, he was used to this sort of thing.
No, none of the rumors fazed him, that is, until he caught wind of a rumor that suggested Ratchet and himself were engaged in romantic affairs. Then it all made sense, the feeling that had been nagging at his processors, the out of character behavior he displayed when around Ratchet, all of it.
It was love.
Upon realizing what the 'feeling' was, a wave of emotions swept over him. A wave of doubt, of happiness, of enthusiasm, of fear, but most of all, of relief.
Sunstreaker jolted out of his seat, which caused some of the other mechs in the rec room to flick their heads in his direction. All most of them saw was a yellow streak heading out the door. Sunstreaker raced swiftly down the corridors, towards his quarters, mind flooded with emotions. Apparently Sideswipe picked up on his brothers emotional distress because moments after coming to his realization and exiting the rec room, Sideswipe was sending a soothing feeling across their bond and inquiring about the sudden outburst.
/ Hey... Sunny? What's wrong? / Sideswipe asked worriedly, with an undertone of drowsiness. /I was jerked out of recharge, when all the sudden there was a wave of anxiety coming from your side of the bond. /
/ Sides, you're in our room right?! / Sunstreaker barked, coming off more angery then desperate.
/ Y-ya, why? / Sideswipe replied nervously.
/Good, stay there… I'll be there in a klik./