Prompt #6 Response
Title: If Wishes Were Horses, We All Would Be Walking
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Continuity: Movieverse AU
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: # 6 - falling star picture - http://community.livejournal.com/tf_speedwriting/282821.html
Notes: This is written to fit into my AU story, ‘Kiss Me, Then Let’s Rock & Roll’
“Hey, look guys!” Sideswipe, sandwiched between his two favorite mechs, poked both his companions in the arm. “A meteor burning up in the atmosphere upon entry. Quick, make a wish!”
“Wish? What for?” Sunstreaker growled, after slapping at his twin’s hand. “And keep your dirty servos to yourself.”
“It’s a quaint human custom to wish upon what they commonly call a falling star, my dear grumpy Sunstreaker,” injected Ratchet with a fond smile.
“Well, I wish Sides would get his head off my shoulder and stop scuffing my finish,” Sunstreaker said with a shove. Sideswipe shoved right back, the force almost knocking Ratchet off his edge of the ridge.
“Hey, now sparklings! None of that. I’m not in the mood. Although, right now I feel inclined to indulge this custom. I wish….”
“STOP!” interjected Sideswipe, slapping his hand over Ratchet’s mouth. “You can’t tell anyone - then it won’t come true!”
“That’s stupid. Wishes don’t come true, anymore than, than…Zzlatans can mentally change their internal systems to process energon,” Sunstreaker stated, disdainful of the whole wish business.
“I beg to differ, my Daffodil of Doom,” Sideswipe quipped with a smirk, earning a punch to his thigh. “Didn’t you wish for Ratchet?”
“No I didn’t! I worked hard to acquire Ratchet. There’s a huge difference.” Sunstreaker crossed his arms and huffed.
“What’s this?” Ratchet rumbled with an optic squint. “You think you ‘acquired’ me?”
Sunstreaker’s mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water as he tried to process a response that wouldn’t earn him a wrench to the head. Or a lonely recharge alone in the hallway.
“Come on, Ratchet,” Sunstreaker whined. “I wined and dined you and gave you presents. You gotta admit, I chased you all over that base before you finally gave up. The mental stress alone nearly caused me to…to…stop waxing!”
“BWAHAHA!” Sideswipe burst out laughing, falling to his back on the ground and kicking his peds in the air. “That’ll be the day you stop waxing, you vain, stuck-up mech! Harharhahaha!”
“That’s it! I’ve had enough of your mouth today! You’re gonna get it!” Sunstreaker pounced on his brother and proceeded to pound him into the dirt.
Ratchet scrambled away from his fighting lovers and settled back down to finish enjoying the evening. Sometimes, it was better to let them work out their aggressions and tire themselves out. Later, he’d actually have a fighting chance to achieve the upper hand in the berth. Yes, he’ll teach them a lesson on who owned who in this relationship.
Ratchet vented a sigh, looked up to the sky, and wished.