Chapter 1: Ninjaboy

Prowl found it amusing and simultaneously confusing how quickly Moonblaster had adapted to Earth's traditions and cultures. It was funny, really, seeing a big, lime green and black striped Autobot femme having conversations with humans about rock bands and video games. Through all her eccentricities, she was everyone's best friend, and even Ratchet liked her in his own way. Everyone's best friend except..Prowl's.

"Hmm..Hey, Ninjaboy." She said, barely raising her left hand in a wave as she walked by, her blue retro visor firmly fixed on the book "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer" in her right hand. She was obviously walking to her room, all the way at the other end of the base.

The nickname 'Ninjaboy' had been given to him quite a while back, when Moonblaster joined the Autobots and saw him at work with his Shurikens and stealth. She found the stealth fascinating, but couldn't care less if she mastered it.

"I'd prefer it if you'd please call me by my name, like everyone else does." He shot back, with a hint of venom in his voice.

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned around to face him, being careful to bookmark her page before closing the book. She looked up at him--he was slightly taller than her--and widened the left side of her visor.

"Well, then. Too bad I'm not everyone else, then isn't it?" She said in a slight British accent as she smirked. "Besides, I was close enough..Ninjaboy." With that, she re-opened her book, turned back around and continued walking.

Prowl sighed. This femme had a song for every situation and she was chanting away cheerily to the "Spiderman" theme as she sauntered to her room.

"Ninjaboy, Ninjaboy. Wants to be called Prowl instead."

The mech started thinking to himself, considering on whether or not to throw a shuriken at the wall outside her room, and even picked one out, then thought better of it. For all he knew, Moonblaster could be the last Autobot femme left. He couldn't risk it. But before he could put the shuriken back..

"Hey Prowl! Whatcha lookin' at!?quot; A small voice asked from behind.

Prowl--who had momentarily zoned out--let out a small, dignified sort of yelp and threw his arms up, resulting in a shuriken lodged in the ceiling. Having gotten over the initial shock of being snuck up on and not even hearing the culprit, the tall, gold mech turned around to see Bumblebee.

"Whoa. You're kinda..jittery today, huh?" Bumblebee asked grinning.

"Hmm. I was just thinking and I didn't hear you." Prowl replied.

"How could you NOT hear me!?quot; The yellow mech asked incredulously. "I was practically stomping!" He paused thoughtfully. "What were you thinking about anyways? Killing Moony in her recharge cycle with a ninja star?" When the other mech didn't respond, 'Bee continued. "Prowl, I know you don't like Moony, but that's no excuse to kill her."

Prowl shook his head.

"I dislike Moonblaster, yes, but I would not deactivate her."

Suddenly, Bumblebee donned an anxious look. "Uhh," He looked around. "Me an' Sari were playing hide and go seek. I need to hide!" With that, He ran to the nearest shadowed are and tried his hardest to blend in despite his bright colouring.

As if on cue, a small, high-pitched voice called from nearby, "Bumblebee! I'm gonna find you!" Sari ran in a few seconds later and looked up to the tall black and gold mech, and before she could say anything, he pointed his thumb in the direction of Bumblebee's hiding spot. "Thanks Ninjaboy!" She exclaimed happily as Bumblebee reluctantly stepped out of the shadows.

"Oh not you, too." Prowl muttered, then vaguely wondered how many others had heard Moonblaster refer to him as 'Ninjaboy'.