Gathered up - Sideswipe & Sunstreaker fanfic -

☀️ Ch 10. Meeting

'Hello beautiful.'

I jumped a little before I turned. A wide smile covered my face as I spotted Sunstreaker. I hugged him tightly. I hadn't realized how much I had missed him until now. 'I'm so happy to see you!' He chuckled. 'Yeah, I bet. I mean... I'm incredibly handsome and sexy,' he purred. I looked up. 'And I knew you could not resist my eyes.' I nudged him. 'It's okay.'
I snorted and rolled my eyes. He studied my face before a weak smile crept up on his face. 'Do you think I look presentable enough for the meeting?' Sunstreaker took a step back and eyed me. 'Yeah, you're fine. You're beautiful.' He lifted my chin. 'You're only saying that to make me feel better.'

'No, I mean it.' I looked over my shoulder as I had turned back the pile of paperwork on my desk. 'But the bruising on your face is visible for me,' he added. 'It was a rough training. Foundation has its limits,' I mumbled. He turned me and caught me in his muscular arms. I stared into those cold, psychotic eyes. They were sparkling, almost as if he was excited about something. 'What is it?' He shrugged and sucked in a breath. 'You need to relax...' I snorted. 'I'm trying. I followed your advice last day.'

'Yeah, but it's not enough. Ratchet told me your blood pressure is too high and I want to attempt to lower it.' I frowned. 'Yeah...? How do you want to do that?' I cocked my head to the side. 'Well... I thought that maybe you wanted to go out for dinner with me tonight.'
'You know... for a psychopath, you're so sweet.' He smirked and rested his forehead against mine. 'Don't get used to it, Princess.' I snorted at the nickname. He cleared his throat and stepped back. 'Hurry.' He waved his hand.

I quickly grabbed everything and dashed through the door. It was only a five minute walk, but it felt like I had to hurry. Seeing the people sitting around the table just made my heart drop. It's going to be tough. I pushed the door open and sat down without saying anything. For this meeting, I had decided to keep my mouth unless I got asked to say something. 'You got your schedules?' I ignored the taunting comment coming from a soldier on my left.

My eyes traveled to the documents in front of me. All ordered and neatly piled in a case file. If they would ask for something I would be able to find it easily. Having something neatly piled up gives me peace. I can't stand it if I don't have a schedule. Sideswipe sat beside me. He gazed at the casefile before looking at me. 'Don't start talking about your schedules,' he warned. I didn't reply on that and instead decided to speak up about something else. 'Sunstreaker asked me for dinner tonight.'

'Yeah? Did you put it in your schedule or did you deny his offer because it didn't fit?' The sharp tune in his voice wasn't lost on me. 'I accepted it... I just wanted to let you know,' I mumbled, tapping with the pen on the table. 'By the way...' I met his gaze. 'You have a midnight patrol and one at 5 in the morning,' I snapped quietly. I got a nasty glare back. 'No, you didn't!'

'Yes, I did. If you don't have anything nice to say, then keep your damn mouth shut! I didn't ask for your stupid opinion,' I snarked. 'Sideswipe? Skye? Are we done bickering?' I avoided Prowl's eyes and looked down at the table. The meeting began. I thought they would ask me a few things, but they didn't. They kept asking Sideswipe about everything that is combat related. All Chase could do was smiling like a maniac the entire time. Gosh, he enjoyed this visibly.

As soon as the meeting ended, I stormed off and searched for Sunstreaker. He was sitting on his hood, drawing. I walked up to him and sat beside him on the hood of his alt-mode, looking at what he was drawing. 'That's gorgeous,' I mumbled after a while. 'Thanks...' he stopped and offered me his sketchbook and pen. 'Oh, no... I can't draw.'

'I bet you can. Come on, try it.' I laid the file next to me and took it. 'Finish the drawing.' He had been drawing a military vehicle in front of us. I studied the vehicle and started adding lines and shading. I didn't feel like I was making his drawing prettier, but it didn't look bad either in my opinion. 'That's good,' Sunstreaker murmured. He wrapped his arm around me. 'You draw a lot, huh?' He nodded. 'Yeah, you have schedules and I have drawing.' He smiled a little. 'Self-taught?' He nodded again. 'Impressive.'

I looked at the finished drawing. 'That's good. I couldn't have done it better myself.' I felt myself getting warm inside. 'Can I look through your sketchbook?' He nodded and took the pencil from me. A lot of landscapes and buildings. 'I draw a lot in my spare time. I drive through town, find a good place to draw. I'm obsessed with watercolor. Very easy to take and easy to clean.' He grabbed an etui and showed me some of his supplies.
'That's handy.'

'Yup, fits in my dash. You should come along some day.' I smiled. 'Really? I would love that.'
'Yeah, of course!' A smile crept up on my face. 'How did your meeting go?' I shrugged. 'Ah, well... good I guess. I was there to listen and Sideswipe did all the talking, so...' I smiled wryly. 'They keep asking me to join and for what? Yo listen for three hours?' I mocked. Sunstreaker pointed at the case file. 'What do you got there?' I picked it up. 'Oh, just some forms...'

He took it and looked through the papers. 'How many hours do you spend making these?' I shrugged. 'I don't know... it used to take longer but, since I do it almost daily. Maybe an hour or two...' he snorted and closed the case file, handing it back to me. 'It gives me peace. Just like drawing gives you peace. Everything is running smoothly because of me and if they want to hate me for my schedules then fine, but I know they work...' I mumbled.

'You act tough, mean and cold sometimes but you're actually the most adorable human I've ever met.' I gave him a look. 'Shut up!' I nudged him and rolled my eyes. 'If you get to chose every job in the world, what would you be?' I bit my lip and looked down at the case file for a moment. 'Personal assistance or event planner. I love arranging things and make sure it happens. I think I would be good at it. I don't really like being a soldier to be honest. I rolled into it because my dad wouldn't allow me to chose anything else, but it doesn't make happy. I don't even like guns,' I snorted.

'You're really good. You got a lot of skills.'

I hummed and got up. 'Would you rather be an artist or a front liner?' I asked, pointing at his sketchbook. 'Artist, but realistically, that won't happen. We are in the middle of a war, I don't have a choice.' I hummed, 'you make a lot of beautiful paintings...' I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a number. 'If you do change your mind... you should call this number. This man is helping artists like you to become famous and give them a name. He can get your paintings in a gallery.' He took the note. 'Thanks. How did you met him?'

'I have some connections with people. I arrange things, remember? And therefore I call a lot of people. He owes me something, so... he can definitely help you if you're ready to share your work with the rest of the world.' He smiled. 'Thanks.'

'I've to hustle, I'll see you tonight.'