"Another night terror?"

Ironhide turned his head to Bumblebee sitting on the floor across from him. They were both outside of the hangar that Optimus and Bells were in, waiting to see if the Primes needed any help.

"That's her eighth one tonight," Ironhide said calmly. "I don't know how we're going to help her through this, Bee."

"Of course we're going to," Bee smiled, looking at his elder in confusion. "We just have to help her help herself before we can do anything that'll work. Try as we might, if she doesn't help herself, she doesn't get help at all."

"You're right," Ironhide sighed. "I just wish Primus would grant the poor girl mercy."

"Are you excited for the sparkling?"

"You know Ironhide is a sucker for sparklings, Bee." The two bots turned to see Ratchet making their way towards them. "My only concern is whether or not I'll be able to get the sparkling into this world without harming him or his mother more."

"Why do you say that, doc?" Ironhide stood, greeting his companion. "You've delivered countless before -"

"But that was on Cybertron, and a long, long time ago."

"It's no different on earth, right?" Bumblebee looked between the two, suddenly worried about the sparkling.

"I hope not…"

!#$%^&*(

Arcee stopped at a red light.

She had been patrolling all morning. She didn't think it was fair. Since Bumblebee and Wheeljack were so concerned about Bells' well being, Elita offered their services. It just wasn't fair it wasn't right. Arcee was worried about Bells too, but she didn't get any special treatment. No, her working hours were doubled, and -

"Arcee?"

She glanced to her left, and saw a familiar face approach her.

"Jacob!" She opened her door and dismissed her holoform to allow Jacob to sit behind her wheel. He was sweaty and gross, but she didn't mind. She had missed her friend. "How are you doing?"

"Oh, wonderful," he answered hooking his seatbelt. Silly human, she thought. Doesn't he know that that isn't necessary? "Just another long day in the work force. Say, how is Bells doing?"

"Oh, she's doing good." Arcee was taken aback by his immediate questioning of Bells. It was her that she wanted to talk about, not Bells.

"And the baby?"

"Never better."

"And you?"

Finally.

"I'm doing really good. Patrolling has been boring, but it hasn't disappointed, since it brought you to me! I've missed you,"

"I've missed you too, Arcee," he smiled, looking out the window. "They really do hate me, don't they?"

"Yes," she laughed. "But I think it's overreacting. In my opinion, the little bitch deserved everything that you gave her."

"Yeah, you're right," he straightened in his seat. "Do you think there's any possibility of me being able to come back?"

"I can ask Elita. Optimus has been distracted by Bells, I'm sure he wouldn't need to be bothered."

"Elita still likes me, right?"

"All of the femmes do, love," Arcee activated her holoform in the passenger seat. Jacob turned to look at her, and she saw a hint of hope. "What is wrong?"

"I'm not doing to good Arcee," he explained. "Ashley left me, and…"

"Say no more," she silenced him. "I will take care of you,"

"Thank you, Arcee."

! #$%^&*(

"What are we going to do, Nightracer?"

"I don't know, Crasher."

"But we can't go against the autobots. They helped us, Ratchet revived us."

"But we're not good like they are, Thunderblast,"

"It doesn't matter."

"He saved us."

"Whatever you choose, we will follow, but we cannot go against the autobots, we will not do it."

! #$%^&*()_

Anddd, he's back! Mua ha ha.