JUST A NORMAL DAY

Sideswipe sat at his desk, writing a report. Yes, he Sideswipe, was writing a report. He should write it together with Sunstreaker, but his brother went into recharge as soon as they started.

Sides wasn’t really that surprised. His brother was tired, he was entertaining Mini-Cons all day. Yes that’s right, he was entertaining them, not making fun of them. Sides sight. He was exhausted, but this report had to be written today.

He looked at his brother. Sunny looked cute and innocent. He didn’t  resemble that maniacal psychopath most Bots thought he was. Sides sight again.

During those few past days, lots of things happened. Optimus got a desperate message begging him for help. Cons were causing chaos in Japan. Most of the older officers went with Prime, only Prowl and Jazz left behind in Ark. Not long after departure, they lost contact with the rescue team. But no one was really that surprised. It was normal that when the Cons were involved, problems with transmissions occurred.

And then Megatron stroked – not personally, Soundwave followed his orders. The battle was long and fierce, the only causality was Jazz – unfortunately his wound was serious. First Aid was doing everything he could, but he wasn’t Ratchet. Even when patched, the saboteur still was in statis lock and Aid wasn’t able to tell why. Prowl didn’t leave the side of his bondmate and he wasn’t any help. Sides understood him very well. If it was Sunny, instead of Jazz, he wouldn’t be leaving med-bay too.

Only when Sideswipe started to write this report, he came to realization, that this was Con’s plan from the beginning. From the start, they were attacking the bonded pair. The Red Lambo sighed – one hurt, but two down. Sides cursed, now they didn’t have any officer to guide them and to prepare missions or battle plans.
The peaceful night was interrupted by an alarm. Decepticons attacked again. Sunny rose up coursing. He looked at his brother and nodded at him. “I’ll go with the best mechs that can fight and you stay here with the rest. You’ll be defending Ark when we fail.” And he was gone.
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Sides got back to the report. He was sitting peacefully when suddenly he felt an unbearable pain. The pain was so strong that it almost knocked him offline. Sunny. The yellow mech dropped down everything he was doing. Nothing was important to him right now. His main problem was Sunny.

Sides went to the exit. He wanted to be with his brother as soon as possible, he wanted to know that Sunny was safe. The rest of the mechs aren’t younglings, they can take care of each other.

“You wouldn’t be a great leader, Sideswipe” Aid was leaning on the door frame. The tiredness was evident on his face plate “Sunny isn’t alone. I’m sure others will take care of him. The yellow mech only snorted. “You’re responsible for us.”
The Lambo sighed. The medic was right, he couldn’t act selfish “How’s Jazz doing?
“Without changes” was the impassive answer “But, thank Primus, it isn’t getting any worse. And I had to force Prowl into recharge.” Side just looked at him, Aid was learning.

After awhile Sunny felt a tug. The young medic stood beside him and was smiling. “Come. They should be back any moment now. I’ll need your help.” The warrior followed him without any complains.
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Sides was sure he was going to scream when he saw his brother. The yellow paint was dull and dirty, in some places it was missing. And his whole frame was covered in dried energon.

“I’m happy to see you too” Sunny was sarcastic as always “You should see the other one” he smiled dreamingly “We sure kicked some Cons’ afts.”

Sides shacked his head. Trust Sunny to think about victory in such a situation. He was leaning on Cliffjumper, unable to support his own weight.

Sunny walked into his brother’s temporary office. He was going to ask him something. His brother was soundly recharging and the newest report wasn’t even began. The yellow mech walked soundlessly into the room and covered his twin in a blanket. Then he looked at the blank page and sighed. For so long Sides covered his mistakes that it was about time he shown some gratitude. He looked with disgust at the offending document, he hadn’t any idea how too start. He was an artist, for Primus sake, not a writer. He smiled at his thoughts. There wasn’t any rule stating that the report had to be written.
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The whole Ark went to greet Optimus and his team. Jazz was too weak to stand on his own, so he leaned on Prowl. Prime looked at his men.

“Did something interesting happened when we were away?” as any good leader, Optimus was concerned about his soldiers’ health. He noticed that 3IC wasn’t as bouncy as normal.

Sides only smiled “Nah, just a normal day as always.”

THE END