TF: Random SRS Business

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Sideswipe/Ratchet/Sunstreaker
Summary: 10 sentence challenge.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: Written for the twins_x_ratch Wrench of Inspiration #40 prompt 2 - Writing challenge... 10 sentences, each containing one of the following words: balm, hunter, chance, abyss, smoke, lance, sweater, socket, sheath, fluid.

Curling up with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe was a balm for Ratchet's aching spark

Ratchet stalked them like a hunter stalks his prey, wanting to know exactly what his lovers were planning.

"We might never get another chance like this." Sideswipe murmured, tracing the seam of Ratchet's chestplating as the medic arched against Sunstreaker.

Ratchet roared as he tumbled over the edge into the abyss that was his overload; optics whiting out, energy field flaring and crackling.

They lay entwined, smoke wafting from joints as they slowly recovered from the processor blowing shared overload.

The shot pierced his spark like a lance, snuffing out the bright light and ending his life, leaving behind two bereft Twins who immediately swore to avenge him.

Ratchet held up the item and looked to Sideswipe for clarification.  "You said you got cold, so I had a sweater made for you."

With a deft push, Ratchet located Sunstreaker's shoulder back in it's proper socket, prompting a relieved sigh from the artist.

Carefully, Ratchet peeled back the sheaths of the wires so he could gauge the extent of the damage, Sunstreaker hovering nervously at his shoulder.

For once, Ratchet didn't care about the fluid staining his plating, all he cared about was that both his Twins were still functioning.