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licensed to IDW and Dreamworks. My original characters are my own and any
similarity between them and any existing characters from canon or fandom is
purely coincidental. I claim no ownership by writing this work. _____________________________________________________________ Sunstreaker stormed out of the Ark’s main doors and stomped up to a nearby hill,
making as much noise as he possibly could.
“SLAG!!” he screamed into the night.
Startled, a flock of birds took flight from a nearby copse of trees, taking
to the sky and crying in outrage at the interruption of their sleep. The birds
only served to fuel the yellow Lamborghini’s temper and he screamed out again
wordlessly. When he found that yelling did nothing to sate his fury he threw
himself to the ground in a sulk, staring out at the lights of a distant city.
“Fighting with Sideswipe again are we?” a refined voice said, coming from the
trees to his right.
“What in the pit do you care, Mirage?” Sunstreaker growled, still staring
straight ahead.
“I suppose that I don’t,” the spy replied. But if you are going to throw a
tantrum, I would appreciate it if you would take it elsewhere.”
“Oh yeah? Well too bad. I’m not leaving!” Sunstreaker retorted.
He didn’t particularly want Mirage’s company, but he wasn’t about to do what
he was asked either.
“As you wish,” Mirage replied. He still had not come out of the shadows.
The two sat in silence for a long time, just staring out at the horizon and
the lights of the interstate and the city beyond.
“You know,” Mirage began, “if you stare long enough you can almost pretend
it’s home.”
“Yeah, right up until a skunk lets one off or you hear one of the other
squishy things,” Sunstreaker grumbled.
Again silence descended on the copse, with only the sounds of the night
filling the air.
“He actually said he likes it here!” Sunstreaker growled. “He actually said
he might like to stay. He thinks it’s fun to play with the humans!”
“Hound feels the same way. He says that Earth is one of the prettiest places
he’s ever been,” Mirage said. There was a frown clear in his voice.
“I just don’t get it. It’s filthy, it’s wet, and it’s just so … so green!”
Sunstreaker said. “And those humans! … I just don’t know what he sees in this
place!”
Again the two lapsed into silence. Sunstreaker periodically muttered to
himself, as if reliving an earlier conversation, but Mirage remained silent. He
continued to stare at the city lights, as if, by sheer force of will, he could
make the spires and towers of Cybertron come to being within it. Suddenly his
gaze was attracted to the sky as a small meteor plummeted to earth, burning up
spectacularly in the atmosphere.
“Oh look, a shooting star,” Mirage said. “The humans say that they grant
wishes.”
“That’s a dumb idea,” Sunstreaker grumbled.
“I suppose so … but if they did, what would you wish for?”
“That’s easy. To get off this mudball … and get Sides to come too,”
Sunstreaker said. After a long period of silence he added, “What about you? What
would you wish for?”
Mirage stayed silent for a long time. Sunstreaker was about to get up and
leave when his voice came out of the woods.
“I’d wish to understand what Hound sees in this place. I’d like to be able to
see what he sees …”
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