Chapter Sixteen: Aftermath

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Systems rebooting...

Where are you...?

Calibrating...

Right here...

Identified spark bond: twin.

Where are we...?

Identified spark bonds: family.

...the Autobot base!

Unknown spark signature...

Who's that...?

Ratchet.

Known spark signature.

He's the medic.

Designation...?

What's my name?

That's up to you.

Designation...?

How about...

Designation...Bullseye...

The twins sat in the one corner of the medbay, keeping an optic on their younger siblings. Their newest sibling's—sister's armor has turned a shade of golden browny yellow, a shade darker than Sunstreaker's.

Guess you won't need to do the paintjob, huh, bro?

Well, if they want it different, I'll do it.

Wonder how she'll react to us.

Who knows.

They both jumped when Bee groaned, and were quickly at his side.

"What happened?" He groaned.

"Ratchet had you in a medical stasis to removed the extra spark."

"Too loud..." The smallest brother whined. Sideswipe noticed the femme squirmed a bit.

How's this?

Better...

*~~~~~...*(Supposed to be static ^^;)

What was that? While Sunny was helping Bumblebee sit up, Sides walked over to the femme. Her optics opened to reveal a powered blue hue. She immediately found Sides and he smiled.

"Hey." She tilted her head slightly.

"Sss......Sidesss..."

"That's me. Big bro Sides." He gently lifted her shoulders up so she was in a sitting position.

"Bro...brother? Family?"

"Yeah, family." A smile lit up her face and she wrapped her arms around him. "Ooh!"

"Family! Bullseye's family!"

"Alright. Uh, Sunny? Can you get Hatchet? I think her wiring is a little messed up."

"It would seem that she has a mental age of a ten year old." Ratchet diagnosed. The Lambo twins exchanged a look.

"Is there anyway to fix it?"

"Not really."

"Well, it's only a seven year difference, it could've been worse."

"You always look on the bright side of things." Sunny grumbled.

"Of course, I'm stuck looking at you." Sideswipe laughed as he bolted from the medbay, Sunstreaker hot on his heals.

"You sorry slag-sucking, drone-headed, vapor-gulping, aft of a tunnel drone creator-less fragger!" The rest went unheard. The medic turned to Bumblebee.

"Nice family."

"You should've seen it when they were eleven. We're only five years apart."

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