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Cover Me
By The Black Dragon Queen
Author's Notes: I did NOT realize that the college closed for the few weeks between the end of the summer semester and the beginning of the fall semester! O.O! Mostly for cleaning and wiping out the school computers and stuff according to Kallipso but it did not help me who's home internet is STILL DEAD TO THE WORLD! D: I did manage to catch a ride with my mother when she went to my sisters to walk the dog and I could bum off my sisters computer to check my e-mail and such in the 10 minutes we were there. Though for the record I hate her laptop. So what's new with all of you? :p
THANK YOU TO ANDARIEL FOR CORRECTING MY RUSSIAN! Stupid internet translation.
Chapter One Hundred Seventy Four: An Artists Rendition
"You are not getting my sparklings drunk!"
Sunstreaker startled as a burst of laughter erupted to his left and he turned to glare at the near giggling, giggling Ironhide just as the mech fell against Skyfire as if he couldn't hold himself upright anymore because he was laughing so hard. Skyfire for his part frowned at the snickering mech. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Ironhide replied cheerfully as he tried to keep himself standing with the help of Skyfire's unmoving form.
Sunstreaker let out a huff at the sight before a steady rhythm of thuds brought his attention back to his right where Ratchet was now banging his head against the flag deck surprising many humans inside with the sudden small earthquake he inadvertently created. One was even brave enough to step outside and shout "cut it out" at the medic before darting back inside just as quickly as he had appeared. If looks could fry then every human in that room would have been extra crispy with the withering glare Ratchet sent their way before he resumed his head banging.
Not that Sunstreaker particularly cared about the humans at that moment in time. What he was most concerned with was Ratchet's rather surprising announcement about wanting to feed his sparklings aged Energon. Aged Energon! That was the last thing he had expected Ratchet to say when he interrupted Sam's rather halting explanation on why his sparklings were babbling some bizarre alien language after Barricade's non-reaction to Sunstreaker's blaming accusation on the subject.
'Why does Earth have so many languages anyway?' Sunny thought absently as his gaze turned back towards the two sparklings who had given up trying to get any of the adults to play with them and had begun playing the cards themselves. 'It can't be practical to have multiple languages on one planet. How do they ever get anything done?'
"Sunny?" a voice spoke to him gently and he turned to find Sideswipe kneeling next to him a worried and rather apprehensive expression on his face. "I've already had a huge fight with Ratchet over this, believe me, and already argued every point but he's right about them needed to get Energon from whatever's available and all we have available is…"
Sideswipe trailed off as Sunstreaker sent him a livid stare. "Aged Energon can not be good for them," he growled.
Sides' mulled over that for a moment. "Optimus told me we just have to trust in Ratchet's medical knowledge to know what's safe for them to have."
"It doesn't mean I'm going to like it though," Sunny huffed. "Ratchet's got another thing coming if he thinks I'm just going to remain quiet when it comes to a member of my family he's got another thing coming."
Sides' quirked a small smile, "since when do we ever let Ratchet have it easy?"
Sunny smirked back, "never."
"As much as I enjoy any form of teamwork, using it against our only medic is not particularly advisable," an amused voice spoke behind them and Sunny turned to frown at smirking Optimus. "I'm just saying we may need him functioning in one piece at some point in the near future." The banging suddenly increased in speed and volume at this statement and Optimus snickered as he called Ratchet's way. "What? I'm just saying it's a possibility!"
"Your humor astounds me Prime," Ratchet announced flatly as he finally turned away from the bridge, much to the human's relief and moved back to Sunny and Sides'. "Do you really distrust me so much as to think I would poisoning you own sparklings?" he asked sounding more hurt than anything else.
Sideswipe ducked his head, guiltily but Sunstreaker stared right back into Ratchet's gaze. "Poisoning, no; getting them drunk just to get back at us for so-called numerous pranks, yes."
There was a beat of silence. "Well I would never do such a thing no matter what," Ratchet finally got out. "Health and well being always come first, especially when it concerns sparklings and I would never use them just for some petty revenge... Him on the other hand I could see doing that."
"Hey!" Ironhide finally stopped laughing as Ratchet pointed in his direction with his last statement and everyone was now laughing instead, at him.
"Come one Sideswipe, you can still help with diluting the mix," Ratchet chuckled as he helped Sideswipe back to his feet and dragged him away towards where the mechs had strapped down their things.
Sunstreaker barely noticed their departure as he turned back to his sparklings still playing with the tiny cards they were given. "They're coloring really is deplorable," he said to no one in particular, just wanting someone with whom to converse with. Jazz took the bait.
"They're gray, what did you expect?"
"Something not gray," Sunstreaker replied honestly.
"When we get back to base we'll see about getting some new paint for them," Optimus chuckled before turning to Soundwave to discuss something or other. More than likely about contacting Red Alert back at the base and warning him of the extra mechs due to arrive with them so the security director wouldn't shoot at them. In Sunstreaker's opinion, Sunstorm and Skyfire were free game not to mention the scorpion that was currently sunning himself on the deck, all eight legs sticking straight up in the air in a rather bizarre image. If the trigger happy security nut decided to go after his sparklings however then he would see just how violent the ex-artist could really get.
'Speaking of,' Sunny chuckled as he reached down into one of his compartments. "Why not paint them now since we have the time?"
"Oh why am I not surprised?" Ironhide groaned and Barricade wandered over to stare at the few jars of paint he was bringing out.
"You actually carry paint around with you?" he asked incredulity, quickly spotting not only Sunny's bright yellow but Sideswipe's rather particular shade of red.
"You dare mock me?" Sunny glared, shifting a bit so he could get up but Jazz's hand dropped down on his shoulder, pushing him back down to his seated position.
"You get up and Ratchet will have my hide," Jazz chuckled.
"Actually, shouldn't you be sitting?" Prowl finally spoke up, moving to their side. "All this rocking can't be good for you."
Jazz's optics flickered a bit behind his visor in annoyance but he shrugged and plopped down onto the surface of the deck next to Sunstreaker. Prowl nodded appeased and he moved away to speak to Perceptor and Wheeljack, Skyfire imputing his own ideas now and again. Barricade had wandered away again and Ironhide was just ignoring them altogether by this point.
"So what colors do ya got?" Jazz asked curiously as he turned back to few jars of paint.
"Not a lot," Sunny admitted rather dejectedly. "They're mostly for touch ups. Not whole paint jobs."
"Perhaps you could mix them?" Bumblebee suggested as he sat down next to Jazz without asking if he could join them first. Brave considering Sunny was still put out with him.
Sunstreaker glared but didn't tell him to go away, instead sneered at him. "Oh, why didn't I think about that? I only just made my living with paints, what would I know?"
"No need to be an ass you know, I was just saying," 'Bee snarked back with a glare of his own.
Sunstreaker stared at the younger mech in complete shock. It was very few that would talk back to him and 'Bee had always been rather quiet and shy. What the slag had happened? He caught Jazz's gaze and the silver mech smirked back at him causing Sunny to frown. 'Thanks Jazz. Don't explain his sudden one-eighty personality shift,' Sunny thought irritably but he already had a few ideas on what caused the younger 'Bot's attitude adjustment. One was currently sulking on the other side of the ship playing with a data pad and the other was just wandering over with his friend.
"You paint?" Sam was asking curiously as he and Miles sat down amidst the paint jars. "Like, peoples paint jobs and stuff?"
"'And stuff'," Sunny mocked but it held less malice then his usual scorn. "I was an artist on Cybertron," he finally explained.
"Really?" Sam sounded surprised. "Like, sunsets and landscape? That type of artist?"
"Starscapes and portraits for commissions but essentially yes."
Sam blinked in surprise as he looked at the jars of paint more critically. "I never really thought about it. What you all use to do before… I mean, you weren't always at war I just never thought about it; that you would have had normal jobs before becoming soldiers. Or that you guys had normal jobs like us. I mean, yeah your normal but just normal for Cybertronions. I mean-"
"Word to the wise Sam," Jazz smirked interrupting the boy's rather rapid tirade as he tried to backtrack into something non-offending, "quit while you're ahead."
Sam's face turned red and Sunny couldn't help but smirk. "Now that's an interesting shade," which of course only made the red turn deeper.
"So what colors were you thinking?" Miles asked when everyone calmed down. "The same as you and Sideswipe?"
"As much as we would love having our sparklings look just like us, perhaps something more unique," Sunny replied shuffling the jars into two separate piles before moving them back around.
"Can't you just ask them what they want?" Miles asked curiously.
The mechs frowned at one another. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea. They may choose something completely inappropriate after all. Like green or something," Sunny huffed.
"Don't let Hound hear you say that," Jazz snickered.
"Hound has a perfectly respectable color scheme," Sunny agreed. "But on jets?"
"So blue is out since that's the color of the sky here," 'Bee frowned looking over the paint. "They'd blend right in."
"The kid's visor is blue though," Jazz reminded him as he moved the blue back to the second pile. "We might want to stick with that."
"Visor?" Sunny asked confused before he looked back at the twins playing. "I hadn't even noticed that. One of your spares?"
"Nah man. Kid came with his own!"
Sunny frowned a bit before he shrugged and looked back at the blue. "Perhaps blue as the base color but with a touch of something else so he could be visible?"
"Would he like that or would he want a solid color?" Jazz frowned as he looked over the multiple little jars.
"Um, you could just ask them yourselves," Sam suddenly snickered and the mechs looked up surprised to find both Jetfire and Jetstorm staring down at the jars with interest.
"Oh," Sunny stared down at the two young mechs looking back at him curiously. "We're choosing colors for you," he tried to explain hesitantly. "You know? Colors?" and he pointed to himself and because Jazz's own silver paintjob was rather lackluster, 'Bee in explanation. "Color."
The two younger twins looked at one another before Jetstorm looked back up. "Цвет ."
Sunstreaker refrained from screaming at the sudden reminder of the other current problem with his sparklings. "No. Color. Kuh-ler." He thought about it for a moment before repeating the word in Cybertronion, thinking perhaps the sound of their origin language would trigger something within them. Their bodies were made by Primus himself! Something had to click with them.
The two looked at one another again before Jetstorm repeated, "Цвет." Sunstreaker suddenly felt an urge to scream.
"What's got you lot completely fascinated?" Ratchet asked curiously as he approached.
Sunny frowned at the one still glowing bright pink in Sideswipes hand instead of the duller two Ratchet carried but was appeased when Side's passed the container to him. "Where did you get these things?" he asked his own question instead as he stared at the strange plastic containers.
"The humans offered them," was all Ratchet said on the subject as he handed the smaller ones to the mesmerized sparklings.
The two watched Sunstreaker sip his own Energon for a moment before giving it a go themselves, Jetfire nearly spilling the whole container full on himself but Ratchet reached out and confiscated the drink before more than a few drops could spill down. Jetstorm snickered as he sipped his drink more cautiously. Jetfire retaliated by snatching his brothers cup right out of his hands and scurrying around to the other side of the adults with his prize, smirking before taking a long drink, albeit more carefully than he had previously. Jetstorm seemed as if he was about to shout his displeasure when Ratchet thrust Jetfire's original drink at him, quickly defusing the situation.
"We're choosing colors for the twins," 'Bee answered Ratchet's previous question.
"Clearly," Ratchet chuckled as he observed the multitude of little jars before he glanced up at Sunstreaker. "Why am I not surprised you have theses?"
Sunstreaker shrugged indifferently. "You never know when inspiration may strike," he justified.
"Whatever," Ratchet shrugged as he headed off towards where the scientists were having some sort of debate about something or other. Sunstreaker couldn't really bring himself to care as he turned to Sideswipe.
"We're thinking of sticking with the blue visor as a base for the one but a second color in order to distinguish him against the sky."
"Maybe a darker blue?" Sideswipe suggested. "Then maybe white details?"
"Clouds," 'Bee countered.
"So what other color?" Sunstreaker frowned.
"And what about the other one?" Jazz added. "We haven't even discussed about him yet."
"Oгонь," said sparkling suddenly spoke up. "Желтый и красный?"
"Отец-желтый ," Jetstorm shook his head.
Everyone just stared at them. "I swear they're screwing with us," 'Bee shook his head and the older set of twin's snapped their disbelieving gazes towards 'Bee at the word 'screwing'.
"Maybe, maybe not," Jazz snickered before he waved his hands to get the sparklings attentions. "What ones do you like?" he asked, speaking each word slowly and carefully and pointing at the jars for good measure.
The twins shared exasperated looks but set down their empty Energon containers and scooted over towards the Jars. After some heated debate between the two the jars were separated into two piles. "Yellow and red?" Sunstreaker said dubiously as he looked at the colors in front of Jetfire.
"Is this what you want?" Sideswipe asked slowly as Jazz had done.
There was a moment of confusion before understanding must have dawned and Jetfire suddenly reached into one of his arm compartments and pulled out a small cylinder object.
"What is that?" Sunstreaker frowned as Jetfire showed whatever it was to Jazz.
"One of the colored pencils we were using to color earlier," Sam exclaimed with a small chuckle.
"Colored what?" Sunstreaker was at a complete loss before Jazz laughingly filled him in on how it was they had used simple coloring books to get the two flying twins back to the ship. Sunstreaker just stared in complete shock before he looked over at the two humans. "I don't believe it…"
"Believe it," Sam chuckled. "They were more interested in our coloring then flying."
"Definitely your sparklings," Jazz snickered.
"Not that!" Sunstreaker frowned before he turned back to the two humans. "You mean you have books that you do nothing but draw in?"
"Er…" Sam and Miles shared a confused look.
"Sunny, focus," Jazz teased.
"So is that the color you want?" Sam turned to Jetfire and asked pointing at the colored pencil. A rapid nod was his answer.
"Looks like some kind of dark yellow," Miles announced as he looked at the pencil. "Almost orange."
"Oh! That goes perfect for him!" Sideswipe grinned widely.
Sunstreaker looked puzzled momentarily but took the red and yellow paint jars without a word, taking the black as well to darken the mixture and pulling out an empty spare jar. "So orange it is. Not the worst color for a flyer."
"Perhaps not solid orange but on the main details. Maybe grey for the rest?" Jazz mused. "We want to be able to look at him for long periods of time."
"Solid orange, now there's an image!" 'Bee snickered.
"More a yellow-orange, huh? That sounds good," Sunstreaker frowned critically as he stared at Jetfire while adding more yellow to the mix to lighten it up from the solid orange he was going for. "The arm guards, chest plate, helm…" he finished mixing the paint and held out the result to the sparkling who grinned at the result. "Okay, one down. And blue for you huh?" he asked Jetstorm who nodded but didn't stop staring at the jar of orange now clutched in Jetfire's hands. "Perhaps orange detailing for you too?" Sunny smirked at the rapid nod he got.
"That's not a bad idea!" Sideswipe smiled before he turned to Jetfire. "Would you like some blue detail?" Jetfire instantly made a face and glared. "Er… no huh?"
"I'll work on the shading…" Sunny chuckled as he finished with the blue paint and passed it over to Jetstorm before pulling out a brush from his paint compartment. "Who's first?" There was a bit of a scuffle for a moment before Jetfire presented his jar proudly to Sunstreaker.
Ratchet and Prowl wandered over now and again as Sunny got to work on his sparklings paint jobs, putting in their own opinions which Sunstreaker mostly ignored as he worked the different shades of dark yellow and yellow-orange and plain yellow detailing. Jetfire stood perfectly still while Sunstreaker worked, arms stretched outward as he turned this way and that at Sunny's gentle prodding.
Jetstorm hopped from one foot to the other as he clutched at his jar, watching intently behind his visor as Jetfire was slowly becoming much more colorful, literally. "Определенно огонь."
"You do know we can't understand you, correct?" Sunny drawled at Jetstorm, not stopping in his painting.
"We'll have to look up some Russian translation sites when we get back," Jazz chuckled.
"That's great for you guys but what about us?" Miles laughed.
"They'll pick up English once they realize that not everyone can understand them and we can translate for them," Sideswipe smiled.
"If they don't already," 'Bee drawled, looking at each of the sparklings skeptically as Sunstreaker finished with Jetfire and gestured to Jetstorm to take his place.
"You're really becoming suspicious, aren't you?" Sunstreaker said as he switched the yellow jar for the blue.
"You live with a 'Con for nearly four months and we'll see how gullible you are."
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe shared a look as Jazz just smiled. "He's got a point you know. They are your sparklings. They may have gained your senses of humor."
"Oh ha ha," Sunstreaker frowned as he finished with the blue and picked up the black. "I just hope I don't run out of paint before I'm done," he muttered as he got to work on Jetstorm's midsection.
"No grey?" Sideswipe asked looking at the completed Jetfire who was predominantly yellow-orange, gray and while.
"Blue, black and silver with just a touch of the yellow," Sunstreaker retorted.
Sideswipe shrugged. "You're the artist."
"You got it," Sunny grinned as he reclaimed the yellow jar and got to work on the color details, taking Jetstorm's hand to work on the wrist. Jetstorm it seemed couldn't stop grinning proudly as Sunny worked on him. Jetfire himself was less impressed with Jetstorm's progress as he was of his own paint job, trying to see himself reflected in Jazz's own reflective paneling.
"We should get a mirror from inside or something," Miles chuckled as he watched Jetfire preen. "How long before they dry?"
"It should be dry already," Sunny explained. "Instant dry paint. One of my better formulas."
"You mean you make your own paint as well?" Sam asked impressed.
"Any true artist would," Sunny huffed as he finished the second of the two lines over Jetstorm's helm. "And done. What do you think?"
"Very stunning," Jazz smiled as Prowl and Ratchet left the science convention and came back to examine the twins new paint jobs.
"They'll be easier to find now," Ratchet chuckled as he looked at Jetfire's bright coloring.
"Indeed," Prowl sounded relieved, "especially from a distance."
"At least that one's not completely orange!" Barricade called out, gesturing towards Jetfire with his data pad. "Not sure if any of us could survive that."
Sunstreaker smiled proudly as he looked the two over. "It'll be interesting to see what the coloring looks like in their alt modes. I'll touch them up then but for now they stand pretty well." He suddenly felt a taping on his side and looked down surprised to see Jetfire staring up at the paintbrush in his hand. Jetfire pointed at the brush then the pain again. "Мы можем цвета?"
"Oh I don't think that's a good idea," Prowl quickly spoke, already guessing at what the sparkling was asking.
"Relax. I have the dissolvent with me as well," Sunny grinned as he handed Jetfire the paintbrush and pulled out another as well for Jetstorm. The two whooped excitedly and snagged the paint jars before darting off.
"I don't know about this," Prowl frowned but Jazz smiled up at him.
"At least they're staying on the ship."
"True." Sideswipe smile over at Sunstreaker, both feeling really proud of their sparklings.
"So…" Sunstreaker grinned as he stood back up and reclaimed his discarded Energon. "Now that we got them painted, what should we name them?" Everyone just stared at him as Ironhide burst out laughing again from where he had been lying in the sun. Sunstreaker glared back at everyone. "What?"
"-OPTIMUS! What is it? What happened? Did you know we were moment away from sending a rescue operation after you cut off like that with Blaster? Again! What's wrong with you? Nearly two whole days! Two days without any update whatsoever and the last thing we heard was you guys shouting frantically! What in the pit?-"
"Err… we called you yesterday," Optimus began trying to be heard over Red Alert's tirade.
"-Indeed.-" Optimus could almost hear the frown. "-Blaster said you only got on long enough to communicate a 'hello out there, we're not dead, gotta run!' message! You didn't tell him anything!-"
Optimus cringed and even Soundwave hunched over a bit. "We're sorry! Okay? But a lot has happened!"
"-More than discovering Megatron's space ship? More than being attacked by Starscream and his fliers?-"
"You have no idea," Optimus sighed. "Now where do I start?" he asked glancing at Soundwave who simply stared back at him.
"OPTIMUS PRIME! WHY IS THERE PAINT ON MY DECK?"
Optimus turned surprised to find Captain Manning storming towards him, anger practically radiating out of the small human. Looking over the captian he could see the new jet twins not only supporting new paint jobs but splashing what looked like the paint they had been colored with at the older mechs, much to some adult's amusement and Prowl's horror. Even Perceptor was playing with the paint, trying to get Wheeljack with an interesting shade of orange.
"IT LOOKS LIKE A TYE-DIED T-SHIRT GONE WRONG!" Manning continued angrily.
Optimus winced. "Sorry Red, gotta go! Talk to you tomorrow!"
Soundwave sighed as he clicked off the transmission on a rather loud, indignant and infuriated squawk of complete disbelief.
-To Be Continued
Author's Notes: The chapter turned out better than I thought! Shorter than I thought it would be but on the whole I think it flows. So yay! Sunstreaker got to bond with his sparklings! And he got to paint again! Joy for him! But man, did 'Bee end up sarcastic in this chapter! (much to Kallipso's entertainment) I think 1 more Jet twin chapter and then we get back to 'Bee, 'Cade and Sam. Finally! And now that I'm back in class I should be cranking out the chapters again every Monday! See ya then!
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