Silverbolt has a schedule. A routine. Something happens exactly on certain days, at certain times.

His brothers don't realize that the time slots are there, following them due to instinct, and Silverbolt and Superion's silent urging.

Every first Monday of the month, they get up at five and train with the Twins for three hours.

Then, patrols separate them out for the rest of the day. Their refueling and washing times are synchronized.

Every other Tuesday or Thursday, in between second and third feeding times, Air Raid does something stupid and either lands up in the brig or with extra duty.

Every other month on the second Tuesday, Slingshot gets caught helping him out, and has to share the punishment.

Every Friday, Skyfire gathers them up in the training room and gives them pointers and helps out with any other flier-specific issues.

On Wedsndays and Saturdays are when the Decepticons attack.

Because fliers have to have routine. Or otherwise they go crazy.

Seekers, and Shuttles, all fliers. Even Swoop, the Dinobot. Who's pretty much become the Aerialbots' pet, but more on that another time.

Then the humans came. And all the pits broke loose.

#$%&

"Autobots, please make your way to the rec room."

Silverbolt nods to acknowledge Prowl's voice over the speaker, despite the fact that only Red Alert can see him.

Red Alert just gives him a suspicious look as he holds the door for the giant flier, nothing more.

Though Silverbolt's come to realize, in the seven short years of his life, Red Alert looks suspiciously at everyone.

"Gentlemechs, I have an announcement to make." Prowl announces after affirming that everyone is there.

"Obviously." Someone huffs somewhere, but the room stays otherwise quiet.

"Each one of you will be getting human partners."

All of a sudden the room breaks into Kaos and it's a good solid five minutes before Prowl ts it all back under control.

"But, each of you will get to fill out a piece of paper on what kind of human you want. Bumblebee will be handing these out. But, remember. Whatever you don't fill in, you cannot complain about. And if you make it too specific it will take longer for us to find the human."

The room could almost hear Sunstreaker making up his mind about that.

It may be a while before the golden twin gets a partner.

As the room falls into hushed murmers, Silverbolt feels a small tapping on his leg.

"Oh, thank you Bumblebee." The scout beams at him in response before scurrying off.

Just Bumblebee is so small, how is he going to take care of a human?!

He sighs as he looks at the regular bot-sized paper in his servo, reading out the characteristics.

Someone bumps into his arm but he decides not to acknowledge them right now.

"Silverbolt!"

"Could you be any louder?" Silverbolt huffs as Slingshot frowns at him. His whispering is pretty much what humans call "stage whispering".

"Whatever. Aren't you excited?"

"I'm surprised that you are," Silverbolt says honestly. Slingshot's not known for his great love of teamwork.

"Well, I put down a chick-"

"Why would you want a bird as your partner?!" Slingshot just looks at him blankly.

"A female human, and I making sure she's friends with your human so she'll hang out with you instead of me." Slingshot huffs, apparently his "not annoyed streak" gone.

"Oh." Silverbolt has to give it to him, that's actually pretty smart. Given that the female human actually wouldn't mind him.

He's not exactly the best socializer. Especially when women are involved.

He puts down only two things; Location; Texas. Hair: Curly Blond.

Slingshot frowns up at him, reading what he had wrote down through the spark bond.

"What? Texas people are nice. And I just like curly hair," Silverbolt shrugs.

"Okayyyyy then." Now Slingshot just looks amused.

Silverbolt's not sure which one's worse.