Author's Note:

Unfortuneately, I do not own the Transformers. However, Slipstream is totally mine even if the name was somehow already used. It's very difficult to think of new transformer names.

Rated M for possible later chapters.

All of you who are old enough to read rate M stuff, check out my other story: Slipstream's Punishment 1. This takes place before that and later on I will turn it into one of the chapters for this work. R&R!

Chapter 1

Meet the Femme

"Hey! I thought I told you to get down from there!"

The mech known as Thundercracker yelled up to the sky. He was staring at one of his pupils. She was giving him the most trouble. At this moment, she was hanging on one of the communication towers, disrupting the signal, and being an overall nuisance. How many times had Thundercracker told her not to do that? Hadn't he explained how important clear communication was to the Decepticons? Seeing no other option, he transformed into his blue jet form and flew up to meet her.

The femme turned to the sound of engines. A pleased smile came across her face as she held onto the top of the tower. One hand was over the top of it, and both legs and her other arm were wrapped around the topmost pole. Her engines were revving, creating heat which, combined with the metal and radio frequencies, was causing disruption in the network. Already, others were being sent out to find the problem and deal with it. She was lucky Thundercracker got to her first.

"Hey ya, T.C! What's up?" He voice was full of mock innocence, and her face held the happiest smile that a delinquent could possibly own.

The blue seeker transformed and hovered next to her. He crossed his arms and gave her a reprimanding look. When he spoke, the disappointment was obvious.

"I've told you not to play on the towers. You know very well the commotion you're causing, seeing as this is—what?—your eighth time doing it. I just cannot handle you," his voice remained calm, but he wasn't happy. Sighing heavily, he spoke again. "I've had you reassigned. You're going to be getting a personal teacher that may be more capable…"

"What?!" She jumped off the pole, allowing systems to return to normal. Her dark gray face held the look of shock. The sunlight reflected off of her black armor as she hovered next to her teacher. Her arms were held up in front of her. "Y-you can't do that! I'm your student. I was assigned to you and only you." She began her decent to the ground.

Thundercracker uncrossed his arms and followed suit. While he was descending, he opened up a communications' link with the 'cons in the tower. "This is Thundercracker. I've taken care of the situation with the tower, and I'm keeping an optic on it. Everyone can resume their normal duties."

"Affirmative, Thundercracker. All Decepticons are returning. What was the problem?"

He was almost to the ground where the young femme had her head down, staring at the ground. A bit of pity filled Thundercracker. For all her antics, she had never actually hurt anyone, and she was learning. If at her own pace, time, and way. Still, he knew that she needed someone who would be a little more forceful. He had taken to punishments such as extra training and cleaning/repairing parts of the base. These worked on his other students, but not her.

"Slipstream," Thundercracker said as if iron were dropping from his mouth. The 'con on the other end of the line grumbled something about having should've known. He thanked Thundercracker and terminated the link.

The black colored femme looked up when Thundercracker finally touched down. She glared at him and crossed her arms defiantly. T.C, as he was sometimes called, regarded her a moment. Look how much she acts like him! Well, he's going to be in for quite a surprise. I wonder, will he realize that they are similar or will he be blissfully unaware? Thundercracker mused, thinking of Slipstream's private instructor. He grabbed her arm.

"We have to go. I've been looking all over for you. You're meeting was set for fifteen hundred hours. We only have ten minutes!" Thundercracker was glad that she didn't resist. Slipstream allowed him to pull her along like a sparkling. They were moving quickly now and it would've been faster to just transform into their jet forms, but then T.C wouldn't be able to hold onto her. He'd rather be late than lose her now.

Meanwhile, in one of the command rooms, another seeker sat in a chair. His head was resting on his right hand and his optics stared at a clock. They're late. That isn't like Thundercracker. I wonder if this has anything to do with that pupil of his. The discs containing Slipstream's information were lying next to him. He had reviewed them each a few times. They contained information from her sparking to now, and he didn't much like what he'd seen.

Disregarding authority and making trouble seem to be daily activities. It's obvious that she's a capable flier, but she refuses to do what she's told. She fights back and seems to enjoy making life difficult for both her instructors and her fellow students. Overall…she's a rebel. That last thought brought a smirk to the mech. Just like me. He had noticed their similarities; however, he always had a reason for his actions while she seemed to act upon her whims. Well, that would have to be stopped. His head snapped up when he heard the sound of rushing footsteps. That should be them now.

Thundercracker burst into the room, pulling Slipstream behind him. A few minutes into their run, she had decided that T.C couldn't make her change instructors if he couldn't get her to the meeting. The little femme had actually tried to fly off, causing the seeker to tackle her to the ground. It was quite the spectacle for the other Decepticons to watch one of the seekers resorting to tackling and dragging a small, inexperienced femme. Finally, Thundercracker had gotten his way and was able to force Slipstream into the chamber.

"Sorry we're…late, Starscream," Thundercracker said while having Slipstream tug on her arm to pull away. "This," he flung her forward where she tripped and fell to her knees, "is Slipstream."

Starscream nodded at Thundercracker and turned his optics downward to look at her. He could already tell she was going to be trouble. Slipstream had turned to look up at Starscream, a glare held tightly in her optics. This wasn't going to be easy. Starscream stood up from his seat and walked forward. The femme remained on her knees on the ground, glaring.

"Get up," he said sternly. This was the first order he had ever given her. It was a simple one and, undoubtedly, she wanted to get up as well. Starscream crossed his arms as he waited for the femme's response.

After a moment of sizing the seeker up, Slipstream came to a conclusion. He doesn't look all that tough. Psh, he's gotta be weaker than T.C. "No," she said simply. A small smirk played on her face. This was going to be easier than she thought.

Starscream nodded and looked as if he was going to concede; however, the next second proved otherwise. While Slipstream thought she was going to get away with her insubordination, her new teacher and a different idea. His right leg went back and then was swung forward, hard. His foot connected with her gut and sent her sprawling backwards. She didn't even get a chance to shout, she was in shock. "It was an order."

T.C was tempted to rush over and see if she was alright. He could not, however, because Slipstream was now Starscream's student and he could discipline her as he wished. Thundercracker stood up straight and kept his optics off of his former student. "Is there anything else, Starscream?"

Slipstream looked over at the blue seeker. He doesn't care? How can he not care?! I'm his student. I…was his student. The realization hit her like a rockslide. She was no longer his student and therefore no longer under his supervision. She gritted her teeth and glared up at Starscream. He picked up his foot as if to kick her again. Slipstream all but jumped into the air and stood in front of him.

Thundercracker watched in amazement as Slipstream actually obeyed Starscream. Granted, it had taken the threat of being kicked again, but it was a start. If she keeps it up like that, she won't get hurt anymore and she'll finally be changed. Maybe Starscream's approach is the best for her! He was lost in his own thoughts, so he hadn't heard Starscream say the same thing three times.

"Thundercracker! That is all!" Starscream said for the fourth time. His arms were crossed and he was tapping his foot impatiently.

The blue seeker, snapped back to reality and looked at Starscream. "Uh, yes, right. I'll just be getting back to my other students," Thundercracker responded quickly. He turned on his heel and headed back out the chamber door.

"See ya around, T.C," Slipstream said almost threateningly. Her optics blazed with the anger and hostility she felt deep within her spark, and Thundercracker mentally shuddered. He, one of the seekers, was actually frightened by what Slipstream would plan on doing. He made no outward motion to show that he heard her and continued walking. Eventually, not even his footsteps could be heard.

Starscream turned to size up his new student, noting the glare in her optics. It made him smirk. She seemed to be in her own little world for a moment, so he walked up behind her and put his hands on her wings. The femme kicked back reflexively. Her foot connected with Starscream's chest. He slid back a few feet, letting go of her wings. There was a little mark from the attack, but nothing more.

"Don't…touch…my…wings! I swear to Primus that I will personally terminate your spark if you do that again!" Slipstream said as she turned completely and glared at Starscream.

He frowned and waved his hand to signal her dismissal. As she exited the room, he said, "We will begin training tomorrow at 0500 hours. Be there." The red seeker knew that she heard him though she didn't respond. It wasn't until after the black jet left that a smirk crossed Starscream's face. I think I'll touch her wings again tomorrow. This time, she'll see what happens when you attack a superior officer. He chuckled softly.