Yay for a new fic! ;D This fic is dedicated to Regretfuldragon who owns Echo and inspired this fic. And this is also based on the song Fifteen by Taylor Swift. Yes the prologue is very very short but it gets the point across, SOMETHING IS MAJORLY WRONG! :O

Transformers Animated © Hasabro

Prologue

Blurr took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It had been such a long time since he'd been to this planet, and his memories from the place where both pleasant and awful. He felt nervous, anxious, but most of all desperate. He had to know what had become of Bumblebee. Was he still with Prowl? Or had they separated? He hoped so. He may have no idea why he was going there, no bot seemed to have the courtesy to tell him, but he knew it wasn't good. Something wasn't right. Every bot he'd spoken to about going to Earth had given him an off look, as though wondering if they'd seem him again, and he was sure it wasn't the usual look everyone gave anybot talking about Earth, it was most definitely not that disbelieving look that asked "Why in pit would you want go there?" And not knowing want it was made Blurr's tanks churn uneasily.

"Listen up everyone," called Optimus to all the bots present, "Blurr is coming today…" As the Leader expected he was cut off…by none other than Prowl.

"WHAT?" Prowl growled, "Why is that pit-spawn coming here?" Optimus sighed, he'd been expecting this. Prowl's temper was legendary in the team nowadays, and although Prime couldn't blame him at all, he knew he was in for a fight with the ninja-bot.

"I didn't choose him Prowl, Ultra-Magnus choose him because he knows Earth the best of any bot on Cybertron. He'll be able to…"

"Stop right there!" Prowl snapped, "Don't you dare say it Optimus. He will never, ever be able to do that!" Suddenly a yellow and black femme walked in, her optics shining with annoyance.

"Alright Dad that's enough," she snapped, "Don't you think you've bitten Optimus' head off enough times today?" Prowl growled at Optimus before turning on his heel and storming off, not giving his daughter a second look. Optimus sighed again.

"Thanks for trying Echo," Optimus said gratefully, "I know that probably wasn't easy for you."

"Your right, it wasn't," Echo said sadly, "He doesn't need this now. I better go calm him down. Otherwise he'll have no room left. I just hope this Blurr guy is ready for the storm I tell you. I don't know what he did, but I've never heard Dad talk about anyone like that before. Ever." Giving the other Autobots a smile she walked down the hall after he father.

"This isn't going to go well Optimus," Ratchet murmured, "I don't know how much more Prowl can take."

"I know Ratchet, but there's nothing I can do about it," Optimus said sadly, "I just hope Blurr knows what he's doing."