"BUMBLEBEE'S A COMMANDER?!"

"Well, ow!" Nuka whined, rubbing his audio receptors. "Scream louder, I don't think he heard you!"

"How did Bumblebee become commander?!" Prowl asked, looking at Nuka intently.

"Striker." Nuka said bluntly.

"What?"

"Not Bumblebee, Striker. His name is Striker." Nuka corrected.

"Striker?! Why did they change his name?! I liked his name!" Prowl blurted, Nuka looked at him with a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I-I mean…Umm…Well, what…uhh…" Prowl stuttered for a moment before sighing and rubbing his optics with is hand. "What does my wish have to do with him becoming commander?" he finally asked.

"Everything!" Nuka declared. "Since Bumblebee was no longer the fun-loving little bot he was, he never made many mistakes in his sparkling-hood so he became very successful. More stuck-up friends like he is, and he didn't save Bulkhead's aft from Sentinel." Nuka added the last part quickly.

"Save Bulkhead?" Prowl asked, looking at the gold seeker. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing." Nuka said quickly. "Oh, look, there's Bumblebee!" Nuka pointed out and Prowl turned to see it was indeed Bumblebee.

"Did he get taller?" Prowl asked, looking at the yellow mech that was now about the size as him and more upgraded and had the Elite Guard insignia.

"Well, if you're gonna be Ultra Magnus's right hand bot, then you're gonna have to be equipped for the job." Nuka pointed out. Prowl looked at the mech in disbelief. He then stood up and began walking towards Bumblebee.

"What the slag are you doing?!" Nuka said, pulling Prowl back behind a corridor wall before the yellow mech could see him.

"Going to talk to Bumblebee!" Prowl said, yanking his arm away as he walked toward the mech.

"Prowl…wait! Prowl!" Nuka called but sighed as he shook his head. "Have it your way." he said before disappearing.

"Bumblebee! Bumblebee!" Prowl called, running towards the mech but he didn't turn around. 'Dammit, I forgot!' Prowl growled before sighing. "Striker!" he yelled, the mech finally turning.

There's a mess in corridor 9, go clean it up." Striker ordered, before turning.

"What?" Prowl asked, following after him.

"You are a maintenance bot are you not?" Striker asked, with an optic ridge up.

"Well…Yeah-I mean no! I'm a repair bot!" Prowl argued.

"Oh wow!" Striker marveled in fake astonishment. "I had no idea you were of such high rank! You want a gold medal for that?!" he sneered.

'Damn…Bumblebee is as much as a pompous-aft like Sentinel…' Prowl thought with a frown. "No! I just- You were in my team too! Remember, Bumblebee?!"

"Bumblebee? You glitch, why do you keep calling me Bumblebee?" Striker growled, taking out his guns.

"Because that's your name!" Prowl argued. "You-you weren't this commander like you are! You were a repair bot like me!"

Striker's face remained neutral and Prowl hoped that he remembered. But like everything else, something went wrong.

"Guards, take him to the brig with the others malfunctions!" Striker commanded with a wave of his hands before leaving. Two large, heavy-armed mech then placed stasis cuffs on Prowl and lead him to the holding cells.

"You can't do this!" Prowl called to the back of Striker. "You're Bumblebee, don't you remember?! You're not a commander! You're not!"

Striker looked back at the struggling black and gold mech, something in his spark felt strange when he was near the maintenance bot. He shook his head.

'I probably just had too much Energon, that's all.' he thought as he continued walking.

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"Get in there, runt!" one of the guards growled, throwing Prowl into a dark, tiny cell. Prowl immediately got to his feet, pouncing forward only to have the hard, metal door slam in his faceplate.

"No! NO! I don't belong here! This is a mistake!" he yelled, shaking the bars wildly.

"Well, in this world you do." Nuka said, reappearing behind Prowl. "So how'd the talk go with Bee?" he asked mockingly.

"YOU!" Prowl sneered, pouncing on Nuka, causing them both to crash to the cold ground. "This is all your fault! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you!"

"Oh, really?" Nuka asked, easily throwing Prowl off of him. "Cause as I recall, you were the one that made the wish, not me." he smirked.

"RRAAGHH!" Prowl roared, punching Nuka in the faceplate and actually sending the seeker flying and smashing into the wall.

"That's it! Looks like I'm gonna get demoted from being an angel for this!" Nuka growled, punching Prowl in the gut before spin-kicking him in the faceplate, sending the other mech to the ground. "Losing your touch Ninjabot?" Nuka teased, bouncing on the tips of his toes with his fists up.

Prowl's spark clenched. Bumblebee use to always call him that just to annoy him. Honestly, Prowl missed it and he missed him.

"Finally ready to admit you like Bee the way he was?" Nuka asked, kneeling down and holding out a hand for Prowl.

Prowl scowled, "Never!" he said, swatting the hand away.

Well, he admitted it in his processor but not outwardly.

"You're such a stubborn aft!" Nuka shrieked, rubbing his temples roughly. "Did your creators drop you when you were a proto-form?! Is that why you are so hard-headed?!"

"Hey, what's with all the ruckus over there?" a voice asked from one of the cells over. Prowl knew that voice…

"Bulkhead?" Prowl asked with wide optics as he walked to the wall and looked through the tiny window at the large mech.

"Yeah…" Bulkhead said cautiously. "But how'd you know my name? I never seen you before in my life!"

"But we-!" Prowl stopped, knowing that the green bruiser wouldn't remember either. "I just heard one of the guards speak of you, that's all…" he lied, hanging his head.

"Oh…" Bulkhead said with a shrug. "So what are you in for?" he asked, with his normal wide grin.

"Accusing a commander of something," Prowl grumbled. "Something that was true." he added to himself quietly. "You?"

"Dropped a building on that Sentinel Prime guy." Bulkhead answered with a shrug. "I say he deserved it but honestly it was an accident."

"Oh," Prowl said with a frown. "Well, it was nice meeting you."

"Likewise." the one mech, wrecking crew said with a grin.

Prowl then moved away from the window and turned to Nuka with a shock expression. "Bulkhead is in confinement?!"

"Yeah, about that," Nuka started, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back against the wall. "Well, you see, the normal Bumblebee had defended Bulkhead when Sentinel accused his of such a treason. But now, Bumblebee is such an aft that he doesn't give a damn about anyone else other than himself, his career and his spark mate."

"Oh, well-wait?! Spark mate?! Bumblebee has a spark mate?!" Prowl growled.

"Ooh, someone getting jealous over there?" Nuka teased, swirling a small chain in between his fingers. Prowl growled and walked up to him and smacked the chain out of his hand and pointed a finger in his faceplate.

"I. AM. NOT. JEALOUS!" he said slowly, fists clenching.

"SURE. YOU. AREN'T." Nuka mimicked, yelping as he narrowly dodged a piece of metal from Prowl. "Alright, alright…" he said with his hands up in a defensive manner. "I won't tell anyone you're in love with Bumblebee!"

"SHUT UP!" Prowl yelled, picking another piece of metal from the floor and throwing it at the seeker.

"Ow! Hey! That hurts, slagger!" Nuka said, failing at missing a few of the scraps of metal. Finally, the flying bits of metal seize and Nuka looked up to look at Prowl to see him in deep thought. "Whoo, hoo…Anyone home? Hello, Prowl, you seem a little short of a processor there buddy." Nuka said as he waved his hand in front of Prowl's optics. Prowl shook his head slightly as his gaze snapped to Nuka.

"If Bumblebee's a commander, I'm a maintenance member, and Bulkhead's in the stockades…Then where is Sari, Ratchet and Optimus?"

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A/N: Nuka still trying to get Prowl to realize his mistake but the hard headed mech won't give in...at least not yet. I thinkthere's just about 2 more chapters left, i wasn't really planning on making it that long in the first place but i'll try. Anyways, hope u enjoyed and READ & REVIEW PLEASE!