Prompt: 037. Sound

Sunstreaker was startled out of recharge by a startled yelp, swiftly followed by a resounding crash.

"Owwwwwwww…"

The yellow twin rolled over onto his side with a moan. After rubbing at his optics a moment, he lifted the shutters covering them and looked down towards whatever had caused the noise. His brother was sprawled on the floor, face-down with his limbs splayed around himself in a way that made him resemble organic road-kill.

"Sideswipe?" he muttered, still half in recharge and now in a partially upright position. "What the slag?"

The moaning red heap groaned in response, rising slightly before flopping back onto the floor like a grounded fish. Sideswipe emitted a gaggle of nonsensical sounds before lifting his head to look dazedly at his twin.

"D'you get th' liscence plate o'that truck?"

The head dropped back onto the floor with a clank.

Sunstreaker swung his legs over the edge of his berth and prodded his brother with a foot. "What d'you do? Trip over your own feet and faceplant?"

Sideswipe batted at the foot fruitlessly before muttering something into the ground.

"You what?"

The red twin sighed. "I fell of my bunk."

Sunstreaker snorted once and stared at his brother for a moment before exploding into peals of laughter.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

After a few unsuccessful attempts, Sunstreaker managed to control himself and help his brother to his feet. After few attempted steps and a painful collision with the wall, it was discovered that Sideswipe's equilibrium gyros had been knocked out of sync. After another bout of laughter and a short struggle, Sunstreaker managed to get an arm around his brother's waist and lead him slowly out of the room.

It was plainly obvious that Ratchet wasn't exactly charitable at 4:00 in the morning.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS? WHAT THE SLAG DID YOU DO, FALL OFF YOUR BERTH?"

Sideswipe stared blankly at the medic, blinking under his withering glare.

The glare dropped from Ratchet's face, replaced by a look of shocked horror. "You did not."

Sideswipe nodded.

"You actually fell off your berth?"

Another nod.

Ratchet was extremely satisfied by the sound of wrench-hitting-slaghead, and grinned maniacally at the ensuing clatter as Sideswipe dropped onto the medbay floor.

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