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(Present Time)

Being the sparkling of two retired Autobots is kind of rough. Mechs and femmes who were created in recreation of Cybertron, after it was destroyed during the Great War, treated you like you were loyalty. Of course we had a large housing

"Frag! I'm so late!" Carrier cries running through the mansion. "Chromia, love, hurry!" I hear Sire call.

"Night! You ready?" Carrier calls.

I stand off my berth and walk down the stairs, I see my creators again standing there holding one another. I roll my optics at their affections they show one another. I really didn't like love. . . What a disgusting word. . . . When it comes to a mate then gross. . . But it's different with family.

"Ready punk?" Sire asks, his real designation is Ironhide, he and my Carrier, Chromia, were weapons specialists for the Autobots during the Great War, which thankfully ended long ago. I nod and step out the door into the cold night, I couldn't believe that the rulers, Optimus Prime and Megatron, had invited us to a party. I wanted to ditch, every year on this exact day and time the old Autobot and Decepticon warriors got together and celebrated peace.

Soon we arrive at the party, my creators were so happy to see everyone again, old friends I've met, new friends I haven't met, but me on the other servo was looking for my alcoholic best friend, his name you ask?

Sideswipe

He started drinking when his twin, only Primus knows his designation, left the team for some weird reason that is unknown to me, since no one will tell me, the most horrible thing to do is bring up his designation.

I find him at the bar drinking heavily, like the usual, "Hey handsome," I say taking a seat by him, "Hey" he says with a loud burp (I don't know if they can burp but I don't care), everyone avoided him ever since he started to drink, my creators have told me that he was happier and not an alcoholic when his twin was around, "So what's up?" I ask wanting to break the silence and his constant burping, "Nothing much," he says ordering another round. "Why did I even come here?" I groan laying my helm on the bar and leaning on him.

"I don't know, heard there was a little party down town," Sideswipe says, "What would you tell my creators?" I ask, "I don't know, you ran off when I burped in your faceplates," he says chugging his high grade, "They won't believe that," I say, Sides chuckles knowing it's true, I'm the only one who doesn't avoid him, "I don't know but I'll figure out somethin'," he says taking a swig of his shot.

"Thanks Sides!" I chirp getting up and kissing his cheek plate making him grumble, "Don't make me regret letting you go," he says, "You won't!" I call running off and disappearing through the crowd of mechs and femmes.

Moments Later

I was down town Cybertron. It was so quiet and beautiful, skipping down the sidewalk following the sound of the muffled music, I find a door and see a note:

Come in everyone welcomed!

I push open the door while smoke from the dance floor seeps out the door and into the night. I see mechs and femmes dancing to the sound of the beat, I see femmes in cages hanging from the ceiling dancing agile other sexy mechs and femmes walked around in less of their armor serving high grade.

I walked around and bumped into someone.

"Oh Primus Dear, I'm sorry," I hear a smooth and deep mech voice say. I look up and met optics. He had Autobot blue optics, shiny blue with flames chassis, a smirk found on his dermas.

He helps me to my peds and has one of his body guards standing at his side brush me off with a duster. He gives me a smile and nods his helm in a gentlemech like manner and walks off, I turn and watch him walk off, I couldn't take my optics off him, his hips swayed while he walked away.

I watched as he walked up a circling staircase to the next floor and up to an office, femmes were giving him sexual looks and smiles, "Oh Master," I hear one of them say to him.

"What are you doing?!" I hear a voice snap before I'm dragged out of the club.

Outside of the club I turn and see Sides, drunk off his aft barely keeping himself up, "Sides what the frag?!" I snarl, "Your creators told me to come look for you!" He growls grabbing my arm and stumbles a little ways before falling, I quickly hold him, "Let's get your drunk aft home!" I sneer, "Not until you smile!" He slurs drunk before he purged in some near by bushes, "Oh wow," I say looking away, "I don't want to go to the Learning Center Carrier!" Sides whispers while I let him lean on me while walking down the street.

Soon we finally make it his housing unit, it was a cute little housing unit, not as fancy as mine though, "You're home," I say, "You know the usual,"

He grabs the key and hands it to me, after unlocking the door I walk inside and help him to his room, it was trashed, but the only things that were clean were the beautiful pantings that hung up all around. "Fragger!" Sideswipe snarled throwing an empty cube at a painting of himself, "Leaving me alone! Fragger! Glitch face!" Sideswipe says while he had the picture on the floor trying to stomp on it, but missing.

"Sides, that's enough," I say hauling him to his berth. This place was a mess, empty high grade cubes everywhere, the reports were on, lights were on, if you didn't know Sides you'd call him a slob, but he was trying to get used to being alone, which I didn't understand, from what information I gathered he and his mystery twin was separated 1,000 years ago and he still hasn't coped.

Sideswipe lays down on his messy berth and instantly falls into recharge. "You think you can stay?" He whimpers with a slight slur, "Yeah, anyways I've got to clean up," I say, I was basically his caretaker until he got on his peds and was able to live alone and take care of himself, but he couldn't and probably never would. . . Well if his mysterious twin comes back then there might be hope for Sides.

I started to clean this pigsty he calls a housing unit, which didn't take me very long, which made me happy, "Night!" I hear Sideswipe cry, I run into his berth room and see him with his arms opened, "Come lay with me," he whispers, I sigh before walking off and turning off the reports, lights and everything else that needed to be turned off.

I walk back into his berth room and lay down, he snored loudly in my audio receptor but I was used to it. Me and Sides have been good friends for awhile, I turn and looked at his faceplates, I felt sorry for him but he didn't want pity, he wanted a friend, someone to trust, take care of, someone to pamper from time to time and tell him it's okay.

He chose me to trust, to take care of, pamper, and tell him it's okay.

Sides groans and snuggles close to me, I sigh gently while he snuggled into my arms, it was usual for him and me to snuggle like this. I found out he and his twin used to snuggle, and they laid close together to know they aren't alone. Brother goals right there. I don't have any siblings and don't want none.

Sideswipe whimpered holding me tightly to him, "Don't leave me Night," he whispers.

"I won't," I say holding him closer.

The Next Day

When I woke up Sideswipe was gone, I heard the reports on. I stand and walk of the room and peak around the corner and see Sides, "Primus," Sideswipe groans picking up the painting of himself, "Oh Bro, why did you leave me all alone?" He asks himself holding the painting to his chassis, "Why do I even keep these?" He asks hanging the painting back up, "You left me Sun-" Sideswipe says before stopping, "I know you're there, Night," I come out of hiding, "What is his designation?" I ask, "I can't tell," Sideswipe says.

"Why?"

"Because, I was sworn never to tell you,"

"It's our little secret," I say.

"No, I'll get in trouble,"

"I'll just find it in your records~" I sing.

"His designation was erased" Sideswipe says lowly.

"Why? He's your twin!" I shout.

"Not anymore," he walks off back into the living room, "What do you mean?" I ask, "Once your twin-" "He's not my twin anymore! Just drop it!"

"What did he do?" I ask.

"Not telling! You find it out on your own," Sideswipe says plopping his frame on the couch with a cube, "Fine," I say sitting by his side. "Love you," he grumbles taking a sip, "Love you too aft hole," I say with a huff leaning on him and rubbing his arm. We both leaned on the other and watched the reports.

He was a pain in the aft at time. But I still loved my best friend, and my best friend loves me.
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