7 Minibots - Love - Stranger Than Fiction.
Title: Stranger Than Fiction
Author: Papyrus_Quill/PuraJo
Character/Pairing: Cosmos, Sunstreaker
Rating/Warning: G.
Disclaimer/Author’s Note: Cosmos ponders what love is.
Group/Theme: 7 Holy Virtues - Love.
Fiction made love sound easy. In reality however, love was quite the hard thing to do. Sure they always said “love your enemy, love your neighbor” and all that happy stuff, but Cosmos figured that whoever wrote those words never had to try and put those words into practice. Sometimes, loving your enemy was not as easy as it sounded, especially when they were much bigger than you and had the nasty tendency of putting little Minibots like myself in the med bay.
Cosmos winced as Ratchet welded a patch to his elbow, damaged as a result of a rather nasty toss by one yellow Lamborghini. The green flying saucer knew deep down that Sunstreaker probably didn’t mean to send him sailing into the nearest wall, but he couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit angry about it.
“Just what were you thinking trying to take on Sunstreaker?” Ratchet asked him.
“I wasn’t trying to take him on,” Cosmos replied. “I was trying to stop him from beating Cliffjumper into scrap.”
“And you thought jumping on his back would help?”
“Well, at least it distracted him long enough for Cliffjumper to get up and try to tackle him.”
“So it didn’t occur to you to just go and find one of the bigger mechs, like say, maybe Ironhide or Prowl?”
“I guess not.” Cosmos sighed.
Ratchet shook his head. “Next time, just go find help.” He patted the Minibot’s arm. “There, all fixed. You should have no more problems with it provided you don’t get into Cliffjumper’s habit of Lamborghini-baiting.”
Cosmos hopped off the table. “Or maybe Sunstreaker should just learn how to control his temper.” He flexed his elbow a bit. “Thanks Ratchet.”
“Don’t do anything stupid on patrol either.”
Cosmos gave him a dismissive wave over his shoulder as he headed out…
… Once in the upper atmosphere, though still within Earth’s bounds, he thought some more about what had just happened back at the base. Love indeed! He couldn’t even bring himself to like Sunstreaker, let alone love him. The mech was an arrogant, vain slagger who thought it was funny to beat up smaller mechs on a whim, and Cosmos didn’t see how anyone could love someone like that. Honestly, he knew a few Decepticons with better temperaments than the yellow warrior..
And speaking of Decepticons…
“Cosmos to Auto-base, I’ve picked up some Decepticon activity on my scanners and it looks like they’ve got some new weapon pointing in your direction. Transmitting coordinates now,” he radioed.
“Acknowledged, Cosmos,” came Prowl’s clear reply. “Continue monitoring and stay out of sight. We’ll be sending a team out to take care of the situation soon.”
The little Minibot waited and watched. From his height and position, it wasn’t long before he saw steady dust cloud in the distance moving ever closer to the Decepticons’ location, and before he knew it, there was a fine old battle under way.
At one point, Sunstreaker managed to launch himself onto Starscream’s back and was now trying to wrestle the jet to the ground. He hadn’t accounted for Starscream being prepared for him this time though, and as soon as he touched the mech’s plating, the Seeker spun into a barrel-roll and flung him off.
Cosmos knew the impact with the ground was not going to be at all pretty, and from somewhere below he heard Sideswipe’s alarmed cry as he tried in vain to fight off Decepticons to get under his brother and somehow break his fall.
Maybe there would never be any friendship between Sunstreaker and the Minibots. Maybe there would never be an end to their long rivalry, but as he watched Sunstreaker fall and Sideswipe rush to try and catch him, he realized that despite the yellow mech’s less-than-friendly personality there was someone who still loved him. That was enough to settle it.
To Cosmos, if someone was worth loving, then he was worth saving. The little flying saucer fired up his thrusters and sped after Sunstreaker, opening a hatch in his under-carriage and tossing out a cable.
“Sunstreaker! Catch!”
The yellow warrior looked up and thrust out his hand, locking his fingers around the cable and stopping his descent with a jerk. Cosmos pushed his stabilizers to maximum in an effort not to get pulled down by Sunstreaker’s weight, then slowly cruised lower till the Lamborghini could let go and gently drop to the ground.
Before any words could be exchanged between the two, Sideswipe reached him and, to Cosmos surprised, punched his brother hard in the jaw.
“You fragging idiot!” the red twin roared at him. “What were you thinking going up there without me?!”
Sunstreaker narrowed his optics with the promise of certain retribution, then proceeded to vent his anger on the nearest Decepticon.
Cosmos was forgotten until the convoy made it back to the Ark, the new Decepticon weapon nothing more than a pile of scrap metal. As he was about to head inside, he found his path blocked by none other than Sunstreaker himself. Instinctively, the Minibot backed up a step.
“Relax alright,” Sunstreaker said. “I just wanted to say thanks, for tossing me that line earlier.”
“Oh. Heh, you’re welcome,” Cosmos replied.
“As for this morning with Cliffjumper. That wasn’t your fight, you know that right?”
“You can't expect me to stand around and watch one of my fellow Minibots get hurt.”
“You can't expect me to stand around and listen to someone bad-mouth my twin. Just so we’re clear, no one calls Sideswipe a useless, scrapping retard but me.”
Cosmos blinked. So that was why. It hadn’t been an act of malice at all, but one done out of love for a twin. “We’re clear.” Maybe Sunstreaker wasn’t so bad after all.
“Good, now beat it squirt, and make sure you don’t hog up the washracks.”
Then again… Or perhaps this was his version of saying they were square.
Maybe love wasn’t that complicated.
~END.
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