Recently, some comments have come to my attention, and some things have come to light that I'd like to get cleared up as soon as possible. Now, I won't reveal my sources - not that I have to - nor will I condemn anyone openly. "Judge not, and you will not be judged," or something along those lines. (Cut me some slack here; I'm writing this at 0035 on a Tuesday morning. Shut up.)

Almost everyone knows me as either the traitor Decepticon whose opinion was swayed by a human, the medic they need to be wary around, or the one Avenger who hasn't been interviewed yet.

Or better yet, and I quote 'The psycho 'Con medic crushing on Moonracer.'

Let me dispel some of the rumors.

Firstly, I was already seriously considering getting out of the 'Cons way before Nikki showed up. It was just that I always thought this at the end of a long shift, and things were usually so hectic the next solar cycle that I forgot. Call me a coward, call me lazy, call me a liar, I don't care.

(Just remember, when you turn your back, I can say the same things about you. At least I have the decency to mutter about you behind your back when no-one else is around.)

Secondly, you people have every right to be wary around me. Just as I have every right to be wary around you. Hey, if you're gonna act like I'm gonna snap and start killing people, then I'm gonna act like you're gonna snap and kill me and drag my body out to some obscure forest in some remote location somewhere.

(If you're gonna kill me, though, please at least have the decency to dig me a proper grave, will you?)

Third, I have been interviewed. If you want to see it so desperately, you're more than welcome to attempt to pry the location of Ms. Danvers' records or video camera out of her.

(Spoiler alert: It ain't happening.)

Finally, I am in no way romantically involved with Moonracer. I have not attempted to engage in a romantic relationship with Moonracer. And despite what the 'Belle of the Ball' herself might say, I haven't ever once tried to ask her out, nor did I fail.

There would be no try about it. I'd ask her. Period. Stop laughing at her increasingly ridiculous tales about how I tried to play it cool and ask her on a date, then floundered horribly, choked, and ran. It only encourages her and paints a bright neon green target on your back.

(Because we all know red is way too cliché, and in my opinion, not quite visible enough.)

For those of you who actually want to see us properly date, a good way to do that is to actually give it a chance. By laying off it, her, and me. The more you ask, the less I want to ask. The less I want to ask, the longer you have to wait. So stop it.

If you have any questions, you're more than welcome to write them out and drop them off at my office. Not my room, not the hangar, not Nikki's office/room, and not the sidewalk in front of Avengers Tower. My office.

It's best you do this during business hours, and depending on what you have to say, when I'm not around to demonstrate how much wrench-throwing skills I've learned from everyone's favorite grumpy Autobot medic. Because, yes, I have been practicing.

Sincerely, the Avenger who's getting sick of your whining.*

*Otherwise known as Knock Out.

(Proofread, altered, and approved by Ms. Nicole Skylar)

AN: Okay, I can explain why I haven't been posting anything. My school year started on Tuesday, and I earned to cram absolutely all the writing and fun and whatever in before I had to go back to school. And then getting back into the groove of school has been a little harder than I thought. And also I forgot. Sorry.

But at least I posted something. Yay! I've got a couple other stories that I have and will post soon (hopefully.) Lemme know what you think of this one!

And yes, those stories are the Refugee Series. I'll try to post one over the weekend.