A/N: Future stories I've promised people, and are working on. XD There's a lot.

Summary: A spin off of "The Family" This is centered around Hound.

Hound stood at the front check in. He smiled when a femme nodded to him. "Designation?"

"Hound!"

"Hound... From Iacon?"

Hound nodded. "Yep!"

"You from Cluster's family, aren't you?" The femme smiled.

Cluster was his Sire. Everybody knew Cluster. "Yep." Hound forced a smile on his face, like he usually did when somebody mentioned his sire. "He's my sire."

The femme nodded. "Such a nice mech he is. "Your room is 548 in the 7th wing. If you go to your right, and follow that hall, it should take you right there. Door code is 5470."

"Thank you!" Hound waved as he walked off.

Hound smiled as the door to his new quarters flew open. He frowned when a frantic looking bot stood right in the door way. "What are you doing?" Hound asked. He frowned when the bot's optics widened as huge as they could get. Wow. He's cute.

The bot was pretty slender. His doorwings were shining as the light hit them. Forget cute. This mech is gorgeous. Hound stared at the mech. So gorgeous. No Hound! No!

Hound smiled and reached out his servo for a handshake. "Hound!"

The mech looked confused as he glanced around frantically, a frown decorating his face. "You weren't here?"

Hound's helm fell to the side. "What?" Why would he think I was here?

"I thought you…"the mech pointed behind himself to a set of bunk berths. "I thought you were in here!"

"Huh?" Hound was seriously confused. "No, I just got here." Hound felt his excitement rise as the mech's doorwings fell against his back. "WOAH!" Hound reached his servos forward. "Praxian doorwings really do move with your emotions!"

Hound had only heard his parents talking about stuff like that, but he always thought that they were just being silly, after all an Iaconian doorwinger's wings didn't do that. Hound quickly ran around the mech to get a better view the wings. He watched as the wings stiffened with him behind them."Can I touch them?"

""Um, well… I guess, just don't be rough. They're really sensitive." The mechs voice trembled a little with nervousness.

Hound ran his servos over the front panel of the door wings. I wonder if Praxian door wings have more sensors than Iaconian door wings. Hound felt the door wings shiver under his touch. "Wow. They're so delicate and entrancing." Hound couldn't take his optics off the doorwings.

Sure they were just an average gray color, but they were so different from Iaconian ones. They were slightly larger, and where most Iaconians had four, Praxians only had two.

""E-entrancing?" The mech's door wings trembled a little.

He must be embarrased! How cute!

"Yeah! They're really cool!" Hound came back around the mech and pushed him inside the room. He froze as the room was thrown in total darkness. "Oops." Hound muttered as he started looking around. The only thing he could see was the other mech's optics.

"Lights. Right, we need lights." Hound looked around again. I should stop lookinga round. I can't see anything. "Lights!" Hound called. Yeah, real smooth, Hound! I can see the control panel just running towards you like a cyberpuppy!

Hound carefully began walking around. "Scrap!" He hit something! A loud bang and an "oof." told Hound exactly who he hit.

"Ow."

"I am so sorry!" Hound began shuffling towards the mech's optics. "I didn't mean to!"

"It's alright. Maybe if we fell around we can find the control panel."

"OF course!" Hound quickly turned "Ow!" He pede had hit the berth. Hound leaned up against the frame of the berth holding in his groan and tornado of curses. Wait. What is on me? Hound felt a grope to his interface panel. "WOAH! WRONG PANEL!"

Hound winced as the lights flashed on, and the door opened. Hound shuttered his optics, and looked over to the door. A huge black mech stood in the entrance of the room, a small youngling right beside him. "What the frag?"

Hound looked down at Bluestreak's servo, which still sat frozen in an... awkward position. He glanced back up to the mech who was now covering the younglings and the Praxian quickly separated. Hound scooted, quickly, onto the bottom berth while the Praxian fell to the floor.

"Ironhide!" The Praxian yelled.

"I was just dropping by to tell you that your sire wants you to call him. I'll leave you two to your business." The huge black mech, Ironhide, allowed his servo to drop from the younglings face.

Hound jumped up off the berth. "NO!" This is all my fault! "We weren't... I mean, I don't even know his designation!"

Ironhide raised an optic ridge. "That's just low."

Hound felt heat rise to his face. WAY TO GO, HOUND!

The Praxian's doorwings twitched. "It's true. We weren't doing anything."

Ironhide frowned. "Alright then. Primus tell, what were you two doing?"

The Praxian looked down. "We were looking for the control panel."

Hound sighed. "It's my fault. I pushed him into the room so I could get a better view of his door wings.

"The lights were off, and apparently they weren't set for motion detector." The Praxian frowned.

Ironhide nodded. "The panels are set on a timer. We arrived early so they didn't activate until, apparently, I got here." Ironhide pointed to the panel on the left side of the door, his gaze drilling a hole through Hound's forehelm. "It's right here, by the way."

"Thanks." The Praxian sighed.

Ironhide nodded. "Sure." He offered the Praxian a servo, and pulled him to his pedes. "Don't forget to call your sire."

"I won't." The praxian nodded.

Ironhide smiled and grabbed the youngling by his scruff bar. "Come on, Youngling." The doors silently closed behind Ironhide.

Hound felt himself release a puff of air. That was so nerve wrecking!

Hound jumped when he noticed the Praxian hold his servo out to him. "I'm sorry! I'm Bluestreak. You can just call me Blue though."

Bluestreak. Such a pretty name. Hound took Bluestreak's servo in his own and smiled. "Which bunk?"

Bluestreak smiled. "You can choose!"

"I'll take the top. You can choose which desk you want, you know, since I got first choice of berths."

Bluestreak frowned. Frowns really don't suit him."Um, I'll take the one of the left. Since, I already stole the data pad off of it while I thought you were recharging."

Hound laughed. "Alright!"

Hound hummed as he read the data pad of rules and regulation on base. Bluestreak had gone to sleep early. He kinda felt sad when the mech had told him he was going to recharge. He was really nice, and talked a lot. Which is good! Cause Hound never really enjoyed silence.

Hound sighed as he stood up and stretched. He slowly climbed up onto his berth, and peeked over the edge. Bluestreak's intakes were steady, and slow. He was even cute when he recharged! That was just no fair. "You can't look cute all the time." Hound muttered as he slowly drifted off into recharge.