Befriending the Sun

Here is the second installment of Befriending the Sun, Hope you enjoy :D


The weekend was finally here, and it truly was a wonderful day. The sun was hot and beating down on the tarmac of the parking lot and runway that made for the front lawn of the Autobots giant residence; yet there was a beautiful breeze every now and then.

Having already gone for a run Teri was just now getting ready, today was the day for Sunnys' carwash. She knew the mech in question was waiting for her out on the tarmac, but she couldn't be rushed. Let him wait, she thought.

Dressing herself in cut off jeans and an orange tank top, she was ready to get the washing supplies.

Supplies in tow she finally stepped off the Ark and onto the warm tarmac. Spotting the yellow mech already in his Ferrari form she made her way over and set the bucket of soapy water and supplies down. Standing straight she raised her arms, arched her back and stretched a most wonderful stretch that had her give a quiet groan of appreciation.

Coming out of the stretch she addressed the mech.

"Wonderful day for a car wash eh Sunny?" she said pleasantly.

Sunny gave a shiver in response. Teri smirked.

All throughout the wash her main purpose was to clean the mech as best as physically possible. Every crease, every dip, and groove, she scrubbed and washed till she was sure the mech was asleep. The only proof she had the mech was not in a solid recharge was that every time she pressed against his metal or window to reach higher he would shudder. So she did it more. She went out of her way to press her body flush along his, and she could honestly say it was an erotic feeling. One she didn't mind at all. In fact she had to fight the erg to strip and lay naked on his hood just to feel his wonderfully sun warmed metal all over her wet skin. She noticed absently that his engine revved harder with each press of her form against his.

Calming herself with a deep breath she finished waxing and polishing the now gleaming Ferrari before her. Then grabbing another bottle she smiled.

"Okay Sunny! Open up. Time for me to shine your leather interior!" she called enthusiastically.

The driver's side door flew up with no hesitation whatsoever, apparently the mech was more awake then she thought. This had her trying to stifle a laugh.

With another deep breath of fresh air she slid into the driver's seat. The door closing automatically once she was comfortable, then the air conditioner came on. It was on full power and it blew right onto her hot face and neck. The wonderful cold feeling had her press back in the seat and moan, polishing forgotten, this was bliss. Suddenly the alarms on the car went off. She jerked up and looked around. Surly there was danger. Then the alarms cut off.

"Sunny what's wrong?" she asked worriedly.

The car around her shuddered, then responded in a very deep register.

"Femme, what are you doing to me?" came his husky query.

"So we're not being attacked?" she asked hesitantly.

A sigh could be heard from the radio speakers.

"No Teri, you are safe with me." He said in what she would call an almost possessive voice.

The rest of the car-wash was done in silence.

A smirk on Teri's face though, could be seen if one was looking.


Much to Sunstreakers pleasure, the summer was fairly consistent: warm and bright. The two had made plans to have a weekly car-wash, and at first, these car-washes were their only close contact. By the end of the month, however, Teri had suggested other activities where Sunstreaker got to know the human somewhat better. They watched television, went to drive-in movies and had long drives in the desert to find the best places to observe bright displays of constellations. They did not compare, however, to the passion filled washes that inevitably led to an ecstasy which he had never experienced with a mech. Needless to say Sunstreaker looked forward to his weekly car-washes with an eagerness unmatched.

More and more they wanted to spend time together. With increased contact, though, Sunstreaker came to realize an important reality: he was not able to please the femme in a way which he would like to. The dilemma began to occupy more of his processor and he often forgot about his routine patrols.

Each of these patrols became less of a priority for the mech, and more tortured time apart from the femme who he could not take his mind off of. It came as a disdainful shock, therefore, when a converted H2 Hummer pulled up beside him in the preparatory bay of the Ark on a rare rainy summer afternoon.

"Wha... Ratchet? What are you doing here?" asked the confused Countach

"Sideswipe switched shifts with me last week," replied the medic, "didn't he tell you?"

The memory of a conversation with his twin came grudgingly forward in his CPU. He had barely registered Sideswipes presence at the time. "Ah, yes... now I remember." Well at least it wasn't sunny outside... he wouldn't be missing a wash. In fact, after this patrol he may need an extensive clean up. The thought lit up his optics.

"Perhaps your memory banks need a reformatting... you thought my personal quarters were your own stomping ground last month..." reminded Ratchet sarcastically.

"I'm fine," responded Sunstreaker in a petulant tone, "just try to keep up old-timer."

Sunstreaker's V12 engine bellowed as he sped across the trail coming from the Ark. An H2 Hummer struggled in the distance to keep the yellow Lamborghini in view.

The patrol was fairly standard, mapped out after years of discovering weak points in the Autobot base's perimeter. It also took the unlikely pair near a human settlement. Sunstreaker groaned audibly when Teletran One sent a burst transmission to the two patrolling mechs, warning of a multi-vehicle accident that occurred on one of the main arteries of the city.

Ratchet responded immediately, "Transmission received, we're on our way."

The bright yellow Countach ground his gears in frustration, but was obligated to accompany the medic in support. The unlikely pair sped towards the city; the Hummer's emergency sirens clearing a path as they neared the community.

"You had better activate your holoform, Sunstreaker," reminded Ratchet.

"My...?" began Sunstreaker. He rarely used Wheeljack's invention that created a corporeal mannequin of a person driving the Autobot to avoid startling the humans unaccustomed to Cybertronians. A thought having nothing to do with their mission flashed upon Sunstreaker's CPU.

It was Ratchet's turn to outdistance the yellow mech, too intent on getting to the scene of the accident to notice his escort falling behind, now lost in thought.


And that's it for now. More will be coming soon :) R&R welcome