Author's Note: Okay, so my sister has been sick practically all week, and I haven't been sleeping well, so I haven't had time to really get to work on this, and so this is really no more than last minute thrown together with a couple things I have been planning since DBTB. Hope you enjoy.
Warning: Lack of sleep leads to lack of inspiration, this was the best I could come up with.

Disclaimer: I asked the dream fairy to give me the rights to TFA, and my wish came true…but remember this was the dream fairy, I only own them while I'm sleeping.

Three Times a Charm

Good Call

Megatron yawned and pressed a servo to his head. This daily high-grade session with Cold and Soundwave, and/or Lugnut (It was rare they could get the two of them to behave long enough to have a decent drink together) was getting out of hand. The day before Soundwave had suggested a drinking game, one in which the last mech standing had to clean up the mess.

Megatron rolled to his side with a groan; he could remember anything after the round of "Would you Rather…?". The last question he could clearly recall was Cold's "Vould jou rather be stuck in a room vith Random, or die by friendly fire?" He of course had chosen the friendly fire, Soundwave for some unfathomable reason, thought he'd rather be stuck in a room with Random.

"Morning Zir." Cold's voice was smooth as silk, or at least it would have been had it not been for the hangover. Megatron groaned again trying to shut off his audios. Onlining his optics he could make out the Blitzwing's figure in the dark room. The light had been previously turned of to prevent the glare giving them more trouble than it was worth with their current hangovers.

"Nnngggghhh…" The Decepticon leader stretched and took the cube of fresh energon Cold offered as a remedy for the last night's over energizing. "Who won?" he asked sluggishly.

Cold's optics shifted nervously, "Technically…" he said, "Jou did, but I stopped playing after jou an' Soundvave started exchanging tales of vhich Autobot jou vould vant to zleep vith. I've noticed jou 'ave a zing for Primes. Jou vere still drinking at 3:00 am, passed out close to 4:00. I had to clean myself."

"Marvelous." Megatron groaned nonchalantly, rubbing his head, "You couldn't wait until I sobered up to do it myself."

"Actually zir, I think jou vould have had a zhort circuit at ze sight of ze mez." The energon was clearing Megatron's processor, the sound of Cold's voice wasn't deafening anymore, just a little annoying.

"Wait, why would the mess give me a short circu- wait don't tell me, let me guess," he replied with a half smirk, "I was doing transform-ups, wasn't I?"

Cold nodded, "And cartveels." He added, "Jour sense of balance iz vay off vhen jou're intoxicated."

Megatron chuckled, "What time is it anyway?"

"Almostd noon zir, just a vittle past 11:30." The icy personality answered.

This made Megatron jump, "SLAG!" he cursed, "I'm supposed to be receiving an important report update from Lust in half-an hour."

"Lust?" Cold repeated, he stopped a moment to consider where he had heard of a 'con with that name… "Zat clone jou created?"

Megatron nodded, "She said thatshe and Overlord had important information. Excuse me." He rushed out of the room to the main communications center trying to make sure he looked presentable when the call from the clones came.

And finally it did.

"Greetings Lord Megatron." The female Starscream saluted on screen.

Megatron nodded back to her, "Greetings Overlord." He was about to continue when she raised a hand to silence him.

"That's not my name." she told him, "Its Slipstream now."

"Slipstream?" he repeated, "What was wrong with Overlord?"

Slipstream shrugged as if it should be obvious, "Its one thing for Lust to call me 'Overlord the walking Overload', but when everyone starts doing it gets real annoying."

"I see." Megatron replied, "I understand, I had the same problem with the nickname 'Sex Kitten' before the war."

"'Sex Kitten?'" Slipstream raised an optic ridge.

"Apparently I purr." Megatron answered folding his arms, "Enough now, what did you and Lust have to tell me that was so important?"

Slipstream opened her mouth to reply, when she was shoved aside by the female Megatron, "We have discovered the enemy's greatest weakness." She declared, "The Autobots suffer from a lack of sex. Give us some time with them and we'll have them all horny little nymphomaniacs, by the time you- hey!" Lust was shoved back aside by Slipstream.

"Excuse her Lord Megatron, she's joking, the real reason we're calling," she said glaring back at Lust who blew her a kiss, "Is that Cyclonus sent us a file with information on the Elite Guard, seems Shockwave- er- 'Long Arm' is still facing molestation charges, I don't know." She tapped a few things into the computer in front of her, "Sending you the info now."

"Receiving." Megatron replied as the computer on his end downloaded the file, he tried to open it but was blocked a something asking for a password, he relayed this to the femmes on the other side.

"Oh, right." Lust said, "We had a close call a few days ago when some Autobutts- I mean Autobots broke in here, I put a password protection on everything."

"And the password to this?" Megatron asked waving his hand impatiently.

Lust almost sparkled with glee, "Prime's Aft."

Megatron's only response was a flabbergasted look as he typed the password in and accessed the file.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm the epitome of your desires," Lust replied shaking her finger at him "Of all things you should be ashamed of yourself."

Cold's earlier words came back to him, "I've noticed jou 'ave a zing for Primes."

"Eh, true enough." He muttered skimming through the data, thinking of a single Prime in particular, "Fascinating, I wonder how Cyclonus managed to get hold of this… Great work girls, I look forward to further success from you."

"Anytime, my liege." Slipstream bowed, Megatron wished he could get that kind of respect from the original Starscream he had kept.

"Tell Optimus I said 'Hi' and grab his aft for me!" Lust giggled, "Maybe the ninja too, or the yellow kid, heck the old medic could get a squeeze for all I care!" The giggle became a full amused laugh as she bumped her hips from side to side licking her lips.

Slipstream rolled her optics, "Ignore her."

"I'm, trying."

"Oh Steamy Streamy," Lust purred, "You're just jealous that an Autobot is going to get a piece of this," she caressed her body seductively, "Before you do."

"Don't EVER call me that!" The female Starscream hissed.

"Whatever." The other femme replied grabbing Slipstream's aft. Megatron was about to make a comment when the line was cut and the two femmes vanished away into static.

"Somethings just don't change…" he sighed shaking his head, apparently he and Starscream were just never meant to get along.

A shadow crept unnoticed along the wall. Unnoticed until Megatron's sensors started tingling, but before he could properly prepare for whatever was about to happen, it did.

"GOOOOOOOOOT MOOOOOOOORNNNNNIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!" Random cried jumping on him from behind and planting a cute smack on his cheek and running off, "CATCH ME IF JOUR CAN!!! HOO HAA HAA!!!!'

"RAAAAAANDOOOOOOM!!!" Several voices shrieked and the clanking and banging of many feet came and went while Megatron tried to process what exactly had just happened. After which he joined the chase.

Author's end note: So I had being hearing the female Starscream's name was Overlord for several months, and then I heard it was officially made into Slipstream, but by then I'd already posted the DBTB chapter with the clones in it, and I didn't have time to work the name change into that story, so I put it in to this one, pretty clever, ne?

Editor's note: -Still on hiatus-