Chapter 2: Triple B (Blood Drives, Baking, and Babysitting)

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At the Cozy Bean Coffeehouse: Sasha's Perspective

Sasha smiled as she stepped inside the Cozy Bean. The inside of the deep brown building was tan with chestnut colored tiles floors. There were a few nooks and sofas but mostly padded chairs. The employees dressed in brown shirts with beige and, fittingly, mocha brown caps and aprons. All pieces of clothing had the coffeehouse's logo on them. The counter was a pecan brown with glass cases displaying g all the different food items while chalk menus hung above said counter, showing the different drinks and their prices in colored chalk.

The raven-haired girl smiled as she breathed in the scent of coffee beans and fresh pastries. It was Friday and she was taking her lunch break from the greenhouse. Her bike helmet was tucked under her arm as she approached the counter, lunch bag in hand.

"Hey Addie," the Goth called to her friend.

The young Latina smiled as she turned to her friend. Like her fellow baristas, Adalia wore an apron and cap over her dark brown work shirt. She wore her hair up and dark colored jeans as well. What had started as a way to get extra money and something to put on her college applications in the near future had turned into something more. Heck, her manager even the let her come up with new pastries and other food items for the menu. And boy did they sell.

"Hey Sasha! How are you? How's volunteering at the greenhouse?" the culinary protégé asked kindly.

"I'm fine. And it's great! It reminds me of when I use help my grandparents make a butterfly garden," the nature-lover said with a smile.

"Well I'm glad. So what will you have?" the barista asked with a grin.

"Hmm. I think I'll have a caramel latte. And do you have any Surprise Oatmeal Muffins?" the Goth asked curiously.

Her friend winced and gave her an apologetic look as she responded, "I'm sorry, we don't. Ms. Darby got the last one. And she looked like she really needed it."

"Really? Why?" Sasha asked in confusion.

"She didn't say. But you can ask her yourself," the Latina said, gesturing behind the raven-haired girl.

Sasha turned to look where her friend had been gesturing. Near the back window of the café sat Nurse Darby. A half eaten muffin and a paper cup of caffeine sat on either side of her. Her head was bowed down and her arms were placed on the table as she rubbed circles around her temple area. The Goth couldn't see the obsidian-haired woman's face but her actions spoke volumes.

"Okay. I'll just take the latte then," Sasha spoke again, handing over some money. "I'm gonna go see what's wrong."

"You go ahead. I'll call you when the latte's done," the barista encouraged as she gave her friend change and went to go fill the order in while Sasha proceeded to walk over to her classmate's mother.

Once she was directly in front of the woman, she spoke, "Ms. Darby?"

The nurse's head shot up and Sasha nearly jumped back at what she saw. The Darby matriarch's sapphire eyes had slight bags under them and her hair was a bit unkempt. While the nurse was not one to put on excess of makeup, she had always kept her appearances healthy, appropriate, and attractive.

The obsidian-haired woman managed a tired smile as she greeted the younger female, "Hello Sasha. How are you?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Are you alright? You look like you lost a lot of sleep," the nature-lover said politely in a soft tone.

"It's that obvious?" the woman questioned with a wince.

"Well yes," the raven-haired girl answered as kindly but honestly as she could. "Does it have anything to do with tomorrow's blood drive?"

The annual Jasper Emergency Hospital Blood Drive was a big event. While Jasper was a humble town, it didn't mean that accidents and other life-threatening issues were absent. Especially when people who illegally street-raced came in after a nasty crash or victims from pile-ups also caused by said racing. Suffice to say, the nurses and doctors of the hospital were highly busy and under a lot of stress during this time.

"It's that and another issue," June confessed. "One of the newest nurses, Becky Ward, was caught stealing from the supply room. We've had a lot of stuff go missing since she came but we assumed it was one of visitors for the street-racers. Frankly, I'm not surprised. She may have acted like an angel but she wasn't. She was snarky and rude with the nurses, constantly flirting with the male visitors and doctors, and she had terrible bed side manners. She once forgot to bring one of our more sick patients their medicine which they strictly need every five hours. Thank goodness the doctor saw her error before it was too late."

The Goth looked at the nurse with utter horror. She recalled all the times she or another family member had to go to the hospital where there was at least one rude nurse but they never did, to the nature-lover's knowledge, anything as terrible or irresponsible as this Becky Ward woman.

"The only people I feel sorry for are Becky's mother and daughter. Both are such sweet people. Her mother is fifty-nine and her daughter is five. Her mother, Rachel, is always looking after her daughter, Jessica, while she goes out partying like some sorority girl and does heaven knows what else. I'm worried that this incident will get out and those poor dears will become pariahs because of Becky's stupidity," the Darby matriarch said with a sigh.

"Well I can promise you that I won't tell anyone," Sasha nodded firmly with a serene smile.

"Thank you. But that's not the only thing upsetting me," the nurse further confessed. "We may have to cancel the blood drive."

"What? Why?" the raven-haired girl inquired asked, this time a bit urgently. "Are not enough people donating?"

"No, in fact quite the opposite. A lot more people signed up for than last year," June said with a slight smile.

"What's the problem then?" Sasha asked curiously.

"We have everything except the cookies for the donors after they give blood. As you can imagine, we're really busy at the hospital and at home with our families. My only co-worker who has free time after work and plenty of baking experience had to go to Massachusetts to care for her sick father and she won't be back for a few weeks. I, with my great ideas, thought that ordering the cookies from a bakery would be more convenient. So my fellow nurses and I pulled together some money to pay for several large orders of cookies," the obsidian-haired woman explained as her tone grew annoyed. "Are you familiar with the bakery, Classic Confections, in the next town?"

"Unfortunately, yes," the Goth said, scrunching up her nose.

The nature-lover was too familiar with the bakery as she had a terrible experience with it. When she and Zetta were driving through the town it was located in. She needed to check the town's library for book she needed for English class as the library at school didn't have it yet and the copies at the town library were all checked out. She had come across the bakery during the drive and, out of curiosity, went in to see what it was like. While the décor was brightly colored and the sweets looked delectable, the attitude of the employees was nothing like either decoration or goods. The staff consisted of bored teen girls who texted on their phones and popped their bubblegum bubbles with loud harsh snaps.

Sasha's server had sneered at her all the while fetching the Goth her pastry. Once the girl handed her the pastry, she whipped right back to texting without so much as a friendly word. And upon leaving, the raven-haired girl had taken a bite of the apricot Danish. The jam was too sweet and the excess confectioner's sugar didn't help. It lacked the crispy buttery crust that Colette's croissants had and it was way too soft, so much that it lacked texture.

An hour later, after vomiting in the library's bathroom, did the raven-haired girl realize that the too-softness of the pastry was due to being under cooked. She had to keep her guardian from driving back and yelling at the employees.

"The owner and baker, Harriet Miller, had to fly to Philadelphia because her niece was being sued by her boss's ex fiancée's mother. She called me last night and told me straight forward that she couldn't make the order. Heck, she didn't even refund us our money!" the older woman declared with an angry huff.

"Are you talking about Classic Confections?"

Both teenage and nurse turned to a young woman in a pale blue pant suit. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and white blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. In her arms she bounced a baby with tufts of blonde hair and sky blue eyes. He wore a light sky blue onesie with a colorful cartoonish parrot on it. On the table in front of her was a frappe and paper bowl of oatmeal.

"Sorry. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation but were you two discussing Classic Confections?" the blonde woman asked before both dark-haired females nodded. "My friend's sister-in-law went there to grab some brownies for her family for dessert. Turns out they gave walnut brownies which she did NOT ask for and her middle son, who's allergic to walnuts, almost ate one."

"I've had a bad experience with that sorry-excuse for a bakery myself."

The female turned to a man who looked to be in his late forties to early fifties. His eyes were hazel and his auburn beard and hair were speckled heavily with gray. He was dressed in a dark gray shirt and dark blue denims. In front of him were a toasted ham sandwich, chocolate fudge brownie, an apple, and a cup of hot coffee.

"My friends and I once bought a lemon cake for another friend of ours to celebrate his promotion. When we ate it, it was dry and way too tangy. It was like eating lemon-flavored dust!" the man claimed with a shake of his head. "Nothing like the sweets they got here."

"Please. You think your experiences are bad?"

The quartet of conversationalists turned their heads. A young Asian girl with black hair that went past her shoulders and her bangs were colored a bright magenta. She wore black shirt with a purple heart that dripped purple drops. She wore black skinny jeans and had a tablet in front of alongside a cappuccino. In her hand she had a cake pop.

"I once went there when I was visiting a friend. I ordered chocolate chip pecan cookies. When I opened the bag, you know what I found? Coconut macrons! They told me they ran out of chocolate chip pecan. I asked why they didn't tell me before so I could pick a different type of cookie myself, they said they forgot. They wouldn't even take back the macrons so I had to pay again for cookies I did want!" the girl vented with an angry sigh.

Sasha stared at the nurse and three other individuals, shocked by their revelations. She snapped out of it when she heard her name being called.

"Latte for Sasha!"

Turning around, the Goth saw that the Adalia holding up her caramel latte and gesturing her to come over.

"I'll be right back," the nature-lover promised the Darby matriarch as she went to fetch her beverage.

As soon as Sasha was at the counter, the barista asked, "So, what's the matter?"

"Ms. Darby and the hospital staff may to cancel the blood drive because of an issue with Classic Confections," the raven-haired girl reported, causing her Latina friend to gap in shock.

"I can't believe it. I know Classic Confections isn't the best bakery in the world but how can they deny a blood drive cookies." the culinary protégé said, before shaking her head. "My break is in ten minutes. Tell me more then."

"Alright. Thank you for the latte," Sasha agreed as she took her caramel caffeinated drink and sipped it, savoring the sweetness. She returned back to her seat and signaled for the nurse to go continue telling her what was the trouble.

"My other co-workers and I don't even have enough money to gather ingredients to bake cookies ourselves. And even if we did, there wouldn't be enough time. The blood drive trucks arrive tomorrow morning to set up and the donors arrive around the afternoon. Not to mention we still have patients to attend to. No one in the staff can risk missing sleep. What if we were so tired that got medications mixed up or mislabel one of the blood pouches? The last time I was up late doing something and tried to operate through the next day with little sleep, my husband and I almost allowed Jack to go to school with a bottle of cough syrup instead of a water bottle."

Sasha blinked in surprise. June and her son had rarely spoken of the absent Mr. Darby. The Goth didn't dare ask what happened for fear of bringing up tears or invoking some sort of anger. In a sense, the missing Darby patriarch had become, in the nature-lover's perspective, an off-limits subject. So much that, in fact, she knew nothing at all.

The obsidian-haired woman sighed for what may have very well been the thousandth time that day as she mumbled, "What are we gonna do?"

Sasha bit her lip, feeling helpless. The cookies were a necessity. The sugary treats would provide an adequate amount of energy to the donors. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist in this time and economy to know that a nurse's income could only provide so much. If the Darby matriarch and her fellow nurses were to obtain store bought cookies, it would take a large portion of money to purchase enough cookies for over twenty people. And store bought cookies were an insult to a charitable event like a blood drive anyway.

The raven-haired girl considered asking her guardian to go search for an appropriate bakery to purchase cookies from but then thought better of it. It would be a hassle for Ms. Darby to explain to the donors and nurses of how she got fresh cookies from a bakery that was in the next state. The single mother didn't seem like one to take credit of another's person, even if it was necessary.

Geez, I bet Colette and Adalia's families don't have this problem, Sasha thought in frustration.

Suddenly, an idea hit her.

"Ms. Darby, when do you have to get back to work?" the Goth asked.

"In half an hour. Why?" the nurse questioned, looking confused.

"I think I may know someone who can help you," was Sasha said.

Eight minutes later: Sasha's Perspective

"Colette and I should do what?" Adalia said in surprise. It was the barista's break and her friend had taken her outside for a talk. After telling her friend the whole situation in great detail, the greenhouse worker popped the question.

"Bake cookies for the blood drive. You and Colette do it for your families and everyone at school all the time. Plus, it's for a good cause!" the nature-lover encouraged earnestly. And don't you and Colette have the day off tomorrow?"

Colette's own part time job was helping her cousins at their great aunt's candy store. While it was owned by her family, the auburn-haired girl was expected to behave as a model employee. She was given the same rules and privileges that said employees got in the candy store.

"I know it is but there's a problem," the Latina said biting her lip.

"If it's the cost of all the ingredients, I promise you that I'll pitch in to pay for them. My family won't mind," the raven-haired girl insisted sincerely.

"No, it's not that. The reason why Colette and I have the day off tomorrow is because she and I have to babysit Manuel and Claudia. Our parents are going to an old friend's anniversary party but the babysitter who looks after the both of them has to go to her stepsister's baby shower. Not to mention that everyone else in our families are super busy," the barista explained, shrugging helplessly.

Sasha bit her lip again and tried to think. She couldn't let the blood drive get cancelled but she also knew that her two friends were very loyal to their families. At that moment, it hit her.

"I can look after them," the nature-lover declared.

The culinary protégé looked at the Goth in shocked as she carefully asked, "Are you sure? Manuel and Claudia are pretty great kids but even well-behaved kids need lots of attention."

"Addie, you're talking to someone who has more than several younger cousins who she helped the older ones babysit for when she was in second grade and started to look after them on her own when she was in fourth. I can handle it," Sasha promised, her violet orbs showing nothing but pure honesty. "Besides, I'm not doing anything tomorrow. The experienced gardeners are bringing in new plants Ms. Pryce is going to her niece's big soccer game."

After a moment, Adalia gave in and said, "Alright. Let me just call Colette and my parents."

Sasha nodded as her friend took out her phone and went to the other side of the building to speak in privacy. The raven-haired girl crossed her fingers on both hands and shut her eyes tightly. A few minutes went by when she heard her friend coming back. Opening her eyes, she felt like jumping for joy when she saw the smile on the Latina's face.

"My parents agreed. They said they'll give you the full list of what to do when you arrive at twelve o'clock tomorrow. Colette is gonna call her parents and ask them. She should call us back in a couple of minutes," the barista confirmed with a nod.

Less than five minutes later, Adalia's phone rang. The nature-lover held her breath as her friend answered the call.

"Hey Colette. So, what did your folks say?...Really? They're on board? Great!" the brunette spoke to her equally culinary talented friend. "I'll see you tonight so we can start planning on what to bake. Bye!"

"She's on board?"the Goth asked cautiously.

"Yup! She said that her parents are going to talk a little bit more with mine tonight but so far they're on board," the barista said with a grin.

All Sasha could do was hug her.

In San Francisco; Zettabyte's Perspective

Zettabyte, as Phantom Z, stood angrily before Team Prime, luminous green optics narrowing behind his darker green visor. Not long ago, Nephilus had told him of the Autobots arriving in San Francisco via Groundbridge and had asked Nephilus to transport him there as well. The blue mech had no qualms with helping his student keep track of the Autobots in order to ensure human safety.

Staying in his ghost mode's vehicle form, which conveniently looked very different from his normal alt. mode, Zetta carefully followed the group of four vehicles; a semi-truck, a motorcycle, a muscle car, and a SUV. After a few hours of following them and seeing no sign that the robots in disguise would not cause any trouble, the halfa had prepared to leave.

That's when it happened.

The golden yellow muscle car had hit a puddle near the sidewalk. Some water splashed out and hit a young couple who were unfortunate enough to be near the puddle at the time. The young man yelled out a angry "Hey!" before he picked up a piece of the sidewalk that had long since broken off and chucked it at the offending automobile.

Or tried to.

The throw had been miscalculated and it had ended up hitting the back end of the bubblegum and sapphire colored motorcycle with a loud CLANG! Said motorcycle had braked harshly before backing up ominously slow towards the young man who was now staring with wide eyes and a pale face. His lady friend clutched his arm apprehension.

Not wanting to wait and see what would happen. The neutral youth sped up and stopped just an inch behind Arcee before she could get close enough. Zettabyte gave an angry honk and rev of his engine. The couple took that opportunity to flee.

In a low, harsh tone, only loud enough for the quartet to hear, he growled, "Empty parking garage nearby. Follow me. Don't even think of trying to get away."

Moving to the front of the group, he began guiding them towards the hiding place. None of them dared speak. Whether it was because they were angry for the Cybertronian's sudden intrusion or scared of the almost-hostage like situation they were, Zetta could honestly care less. As soon as they arrived at said parking garage, the halfa waited patiently for them to all get in before going last.

Now here they were.

Optimus was the first to speak, "Hello again."

Zettabyte's scowl only deepened.

"It seems we got off on the wrong foot, as the humans say. I am Optimus Prime," the Autobot leader said civilly.

"I know who you are, thank you. And I know your team; Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee," the neutral youth stated coolly.

He did not react when they gaped at him in shock.

[Even Ratchet?] the scout beeped in apprehension.

"Yes, even your medic," the Cybertronian teen nodded.

"And may we ask your name?" Optimus questioned politely.

"It's Phantom Z," Zettabyte stated icily.

"Well Phantom Z, it is good to finally be officially acquainted with you," the Prime continued as kindly as he could.

"Too bad I can't say the same thing," came the halfa's bitter reply.

"Yes, I apologize for the incident that had transpired a few minutes ago," the former archivist said calmly.

"Don't. They can apologize for themselves. They're grown bots," the mechling said firmly, turning his gaze towards the other mechling and two-wheeler. "Someone should have said sorry to the humans. They're the ones who were splashed with dirty water without warning. And that man's attack was less than a sparkling's bite. I can't believe I'm discussing this with you. It can't be that hard to remember that humans are far less powerful than you. Unless they're in possession of heavy military weaponry, they pose no threat."

"Obviously you haven't heard of M.E.C.H.," Bulkhead spoke up.

"Oh, I've heard of them. I just don't categorize them with civilian humans. Especially not Silas," came the halfa's response.

"You know Silas?" Arcee probed.

"Let's just say I had an encounter with him that I wouldn't want to repeat," "Phantom Z" muttered. "But we're getting off topic. You aren't allowed to get mad if humans retaliate when they're angry with you. If anything, they are in the right to do so if the situation calls for it."

"Excuse us?" Bulkhead echoed, half affronted and half confused.

"This is their home. We're trespassers who are lucky enough to not be notice. You may be fighting a war but that is no reason to treat the Earth and its inhabitants like they're a burden in the way of you finishing off your so-called enemies," the neutral youth spat.

[We treat the humans and the Earth respectfully!] Bee protested.

"Oh really? Do you take precautions when you fight the Decepticons in wooded areas where there is possibly endangered plants and animals or even human hikers? When you are stealing Energon from the miners, do you make sure to go back when the enemy is gone and clean up spilt Energon before it seeps into the ground and renders that part of the Earth ruined? Energon and dirt don't mix! It's poison to the Earth in its liquid form! And what about when you fight near communal areas? Do you do anything to make up for the damage?" the mechling exclaimed as he made sharp gestures with his servos.

"I can assure you, Phantom Z, that we always make sure to preserve sentient life in any way we can. As much as we can," the Autobot leader insisted.

"Yeah, when you're not ripping it from Vehicons and Eradicons who are just doing their jobs in order to survive and just want to live!" the Cybertronian teen snapped angrily.

"Hey, calm down! It's war. What choice do we have?" the moss-colored mech growled.

"You always have a choice!" the halfa snapped in a rage.

"Enough!" the Prime boomed before speaking in a quieter tone, "We do not wish to have you as our enemy, Phantom Z, but as our ally. We would like for you to consider an offer. An offer to be a part of our cause."

"Well, offer declined," came the cold reply from the porcelain white and black mechling.

[Wait! Hear us out!] Bee begged.

However, the conversation was interrupted by a loud screech. All Cybertronians present snapped their helms to the source of the screech. The Autobots stared in surprise as a somewhat large blue, lavender, and white owl. The owl, Baylina as Zettabyte knew her, came to rest on his shoulder plating.

She flapped her wings, showing her distress. The halfa gently petted her with one digit and smiled as she cooed and calmed down a bit. However, the look in her icy orbs said that there was an issue. The magnificent avian chirped and took off. The mechling knew what he was expected to do.

"I am needed elsewhere," "Phantom Z" spoke calmly as he transformed into his vehicle mode. "Goodbye."

With that he sped off, the shouts of the Autobots ignored as he followed Baylina into an alley where a Ghost Zone portal was waiting for him. He willingly drove through.

In the Ghost Zone; Zettabyte's Perspective

No sooner had the neutral youth entered the limbo-like dimension did he come face to face with his mentor. But something was wrong.

The cobalt mech's optics held an emotion that was crossed between troubled and angry. He was gripping his scythe so hard that Zetta was sure that if the soul guider was human, his knuckles would be as white as marble. His cloak was wrinkled though Zetta detected none of the scent that came with the wrinkled clothing. Even the owl, who was now perched on the Nephilus' shoulder seemed to be more irritated and the mechling was unsure whether or not it stemmed from the mech's own displeasure.

For a second, the Cybertronian teen was afraid. Was his teacher angry at him? No, he hadn't done anything so far that could qualify as offensive or upsetting in the mech's optics. The fear melted in concern real fast. Was something wrong? Had something happened? Was something going to happen? A list of horrible possibilities ran through his mind. Was someone close to him going to perish? Was there going to be some unstoppable catastrophe?

Before Zetta could ask, Nephilus finally spoke, "I'm glad you're here Zetta. We need to talk. I'm not gonna be able to train you for a couple of days."

While the news wasn't as bad as the Cybertronian teen thought, he couldn't help the feeling disappointed. But he pushed the disappointment aside as he saw the soul guider's frown deepen.

"It's Riversong. One of the Betas from her pack was exiled today," the cobalt mech announced. "It was a pretty hard thing for her to do. This is the first exile she's done since she's become the Alpha of her pack."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," came Zetta's sincere condolence. "How did the Beta get exiled?"

"The Beta, Amoru, got exiled because he broke one of the pack laws. Never attack a human without provocation," Nephilus' frown morphed into an angry snarl. "He attacked a human camper family just because he thought they had guns on them. It was road flares Zetta! Road flares! I swear, that mutt thinks everything is a threat to him. Don't tell Riversong I told you this, but I'm surprised Amoru wasn't kicked out of the pack long ago. He is unruly, controlling, and just a terrible pack mate in general. Ever since he started growing into adolescent stage. Everyone agrees that they'll be better off without him."

"So he has no chance of even the smallest redemption?" the halfa tried carefully.

"When a pack mate is exiled, they don't even have time to seek out a second chance. They're ties to the pack is what keep them thriving, spiritually and physically. It'll only be a matter of time before he…extinguishes from existence completely," the cobalt mech said in a darkened tone.

"Oh Geez. This sounds terrible. Is that why we're cancelling our sessions for the next couple of days?" Zettabyte asked gently.

"Partially. You see, Riversong is trying to busy herself from Amoru's exile and she's not emotionally well enough to look after Jinx, Vendett, and now Clovercharm like she always does around this time. None of the other elders can take charge either. They're all busy week as well. So now I have to take charge of them and handle this week's new, large bunch of Spite Mites, Taints, and Purities to take care of," Nephilus stated.

"Taints and Purities?" the mechling probed curiously.

"Bad and good souls respectively. Bad souls, or Taints, can be identified by their dark red aura while good souls, or Purities, have a pure white aura. Those in between have something akin to a pale yellow. We call them the undecided," the soul guider explained.

"You have to do all that by yourself?" the Cybertronian youth asked in shock.

"Mm-hm," his mentor answered with a hum.

Zettabyte bit his lip. He hated to see his teacher and friend with a large, stressful workload on his shoulders. He thought hard for a moment. What could be done to help Nephilus? Then it hit him.

"You know, I could babysit the kids if you want," the neutral youth offered without a second thought.

The cobalt mech stared at his pupil incredulously before asking, "Are you sure? You do know that looking after children comes with lots of work, right?"

"Oh, I know. Trust me," the halfa nodded in confirmation.

He recalled all the times his Amma had taken him to help look after the children of miners. He had watched her feed the sparklings, bathe them, read stories to them, sing them to sleep, and other things. All the while, she made sure that his attention was on every detail and often encouraged him to play with the sparklets and younglings close to his age at the time.

"I can also ask Sasha for information as well," he added out loud to himself and his teacher. "And if it gets to be too much or something happens, I'll bring them to you. I promise."

The soul guider looked into his student's determined and kind optics before agreeing, "Alright. I'll inform Jadeluck and Karmaro and we'll see what they say. Baylina will deliver the message to you tonight. Thank you Zettabyte."

"Anytime Nephilus," the Cybertronian teen said with a friendly smile.

A few hours later at Sasha's house; Third Person Perspective

Sasha was doing homework while eating broccoli and stir-fried sesame seed tofu when Zettabyte arrived. She smiled when the mechling gave a short honk. Jumping from where she was sitting in the living room, she ran to the garage and opened the door.

Zettabyte, in his normal alt. mode, drove into the garage as his charge closed the door. Carefully, he transformed into his bi-pedal mode and grinned down at his friend. She too seemed very excited this evening.

"Hey Sasha, how was your day?" the neutral youth asked politely.

"It was great. Yours?" the Goth responded.

"Excellent. Actually, I have some news to tell you," the mechling stated with a grin.

"Really? So do I," the raven-haired girl grinned herself. "You wanna go first."

"No, you go," the halfa encouraged kindly.

"Alright. I'm gonna babysit for Colette and Adalia's younger siblings," the nature-lover declared.

Staring in shock, Zetta exclaimed, "You're babysitting too?! So am I! I'm gonna babysit for Jadeluck and Karmaro!"

"You are?!" Sasha couldn't help but exclaim herself.

"Yes. Theta use to show me all the time when we went out to help the lower class bots," the extra-terrestrial robot insisted. "And I was wondering…if you could also…give me some pointers."

Sasha smiled and answered, "Of course."

"Thank you Sasha," Zetta smiled as he sat down, ready to listen to her advice.

"Now the first thing you gotta remember is that patience and understanding is key," the Goth told her partner.

The halfa gladly listened for the rest of that evening.

Here's chapter two. Sorry it took so long. Finals you know-_-

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