Megatron's twin

14:Night time trip. part 1

A sparkterror.

That's what awoke me from my recharge. I groaned and sat up in the medical berth I so often recharged in, Ratchet even installed a night lamp per my request. I got up and decided to feed my sudden thirst for energon, while walking down I heard ped steps.

Smokescreen rounded the corner, why is it always him? "Hey." I said.

He looked up at me and frowned. "Oh it's you."

I chuckled, "still mad?" He vented loudly and I took it as a yes. I shrugged and continued walking, Smokescreen following. He was silent untill we reached the energon, "damn Ratchet." He muttered.

"Hmm?" I turned to look at him.

"He always hides the high grade." He said looking at the energon with irritation.

I raised a optics ridge. "Why?"

"I and Bumblebee... Got carried away once." He said.

"Ah, so you guys crave it too." I stated and he nodded. I leaned down to him, and whispered. "Well, I know where it is."

Suddenly he got excited and stared at me with anticipation. "Where?"

I went over to the hiding spot and opened it. We stared inside as if it was something holy and worth worshipping. "It's not even in a different room!" He said, probably thinking Ratchet put it in a secret safe which was surrounded by traps.

Smokescreen let out a sad vent.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Ratchet probably counts it." He said.

"So?"

"He'll know if we took some." I looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. "We'll get in trouble." He said finally.

Slowly I was formulating a plan, "what if..." I started, "we get another to join us?"

Smokescreen looked at me confused. "How will that help?" He asked me.

"If you think about it, the more there are... The blame will be more evened out. We divide the blame between us."

He blinked, "you have twisted logic." He paused, "but you have a point, as long as you don't back stab me again."

"I promise, now who will join us?" I wondered. Smokescreen perked up.

"Bumblebee." We both said at the same time. We ended up skipping down the hallways like sparklings, giggling while we were at it. We made it to his berthroom and slipped inside. We saw Bumblebee laying on the berth and we started poking him.

He woke and let out a alarmed beep. "What?" He whirled.

"Quill found the high grade." Smokescreen said excitedly before I could. Bumblebee's optics widened, Smoke and I began to explain our plan. Once we finished we looked at Bumblebee, waiting for the green light.

He gave a thumbs up.

We all skipped back to the energon... Giggling.

"How much is there?" Bumblebee asked, yes it was a important question.

"More than I expected." I answered as we entered the storage room. We arrived at the hatch and looked inside. I had a sudden idea. "Hey, if we got your leader to join..." I started, waiting for them to catch on. "We wouldn't get in any trouble." I finished.

"He'd never agree." Said Smokescreen.

"How does he do with peer pressure?" I asked.

"Depends who's asking." Clicked Bumblebee.

"It's too risky, if he says no..." Started Smokescreen.

"Yea, I got your point." I said and looked down at the high grade. "We gotta do our best to be quiet."

They both nodded in agreement. I reached down and grabbed a cube, "shall we?" They took one out as well.

"Not to many though." Said Bumblebee.

"No promises." Muttered Smokescreen.

We started drinking.

A few drinks later

I think we had a more than a few drinks. At least, I think. I lost count somewhere around... 6 cubes? I dunno.

I have problems. We ALL have problems, I mean, Bumblebee's leaking lubricant. That's making me sad, and Smokescreen is useless at comforting us.

"Oh, come on-hic- cheer up-hic." He said and punched me in the shoulder.

I started sobbing immediately, "meany." Beeped Bumblebee.

"Why'd you hit-hic- me?" I asked.

"Felt like it!" He said and grinned.

I got up suddenly angry, he recoiled. "Do you get some sick satisfaction by hurting bots?" I asked, now furious. But happy I didn't hiccup. "Do you feel powerful? IT IS A FALSE ILLUSION!" I yelled. "You trick yourself into believing you have power and respect, but you lose it." I hissed. "Violence is like a drug. You dig yourself in a hole and the more violence you use, the deeper you go and the deeper you go, the harder it is to get out." I finished and nuzzled angrily into Bee's side.

"Poetry." He yawned, the lubricant in his optics stopping.

"Nothing rhymed." Smokescreen stated but then frowned. "Sorry."

"Hmpf."

"Can we hide Ratchet's tools?" Bee asked. Our mood lightened immediately. We both nodded hurriedly. They both got up to leave, Smokescreen looked at me.

"You coming?"

"Let me pack some high grade." I said.

"See you in the medbay."

They both left and I started stashing high grade in my chassis untill it filled up. Then I started picking up as much as I could. Once I finished I got up and closed the hatch with my ped. I took off.

I got a bit lost after running in circles for a bit but got back on track. I got to the main room and went into the medbay. I found they both doing handstands next to the berth.

Once they saw me, they crumbled down. "Where were you, you took so loooooooooonnnng!" Bee beeped.

"I got..." I paused trying to find the right word. "Damn, I lost the word."

"No worries-hic, we can start with Ratchet's wrenches." Said Smokescreen. We all grinned evilly.

To be continued...