Summary: Megatron has a devilish nephew.

Don't worry. This story will not be abandoned! Thanks for sticking with me for almost a whole year!

Smokescreen sat in his chair playing a game of of chess with Bumblebee. It was rather an intense game of chess that had lasted over an hour right now. "Ha! I win!" Smokescreen cheered as Bumblebee scoffed, folding his arms. The gardener then gave the young Lord a wink.

"Yeah, well...That's because I let you!" Bumblebee teased with a grin as he got up from the seat, wondering what chores he should do next.

Soundwave frowned. "No. You were quite desperate to win," he pointed out as he whacked Bumblebee with his feather duster. "Now, come on. You have to plant the roses."

They all heard a knock on the door, well, more like a pound on the door. "I'll get it," Arcee stated as she walked to the door. She was the closest to it, and since Soundwave was cleaning out the chimney, Arcee figured that he wouldn't want anyone to see him as an ashy mess.

Arcee opened the door to see a tall man with silver black hair with a black suit and a silver cape. He looked intense as he stared down at Arcee. "Is Soundwave here?" the man asked, peeking in to the large estate.

"Ye-" Arcee was cut off with Soundwave rushing to the door, ashes floating in the air.

Megatron almost sneezed, and then took out a handkerchief, blowing his nose in that. "Jeez, Soundwave. You know I'm allergic to ashes!"

"Lord Megatron. Such a pleasure to see you," Soundwave said with a smile, not responding the whole 'ashes' comment. "You didn't tell me you were coming..." he muttered as he felt uneasy.

"I like to bring...The element of surprise," Megatron replied with a smirk as the wind blew his hair slightly, the cape behind him blowing in the wind. "But, I didn't come here to visit."

"Well, what did you come here for?" Wheeljack asked as he came up to the door.

"I came here for you to watch my nephew," Megatron said as he slide to the side for all of them to see a tall boy (five foot three) with a black suit, red eyes red cape, black hair, and a red brooch. "Meet Lucifer N. Kee," he exclaimed with a beam.

"Charmed to meet you," Lucifer said, a bored look on his face yet a sinister look in his eyes that sent chills down Smokescreen spine. This guy was creepy!

"My eight year old nephew," Megatron stated with a grin.

"Ba wha?! Eight?! He's taller than me! And I'm thirteen!" Smokescreen yelled as he glared at Lucifer, while the young Duke smirked.

Soundwave chuckled nervously. "Scuse us," he said weakly as he pushed Smokescreen into the Estate. "You will not scold at Lord Megatron's nephew. Am I clear?"

Smokescreen nodded rapidly as he trembled. "As crystal!" he exclaimed quickly, glaring at Lucifer who mocked him with a wave.

"Good," Soundwave said unaware of what Lucifer and Smokescreen were doing. Apparently, they were doing an ultimate poker face competition.

"Are you okay to watch him, while I'm gone?" Megatron asked with a sharp tone, though it sounded more like an order.

"Yes," Soundwave replied with a smile as he let Lucifer in, and closed the door quickly, turning to Lucifer with a cold look. "How may I be of service, Sir Lucifer N. Kee?" he asked politely, giving the boy a bow.

"Go away. That's how you may be of service to me," Lucifer said coldly as he turned around and walked down the halls of the mansion, his shoes making a click noise as he disappeared into the darkness.

Sounwave's eyes widened, Arcee's broom snapped in half, Wheeljack whistled, Bumblebee didn't say a word, and Smokescreen scowled.

"How do we know, that he isn't going to steal the young Lord's money?" Wheeljack asked as he went to go walk into the kitchen, wondering what he should cook for dinner tonight.

"How do we know, that he isn't going to kill us?" Bumblebee asked as he trembled in fear, feeling worry take control of him as he dashed to the gardens.

"We don't," Arcee said bluntly as she spun on her heel, walking off towards the stairs. She had to clean the young Lord's room. Again.

Soundwave sighed as he walked over to the chimney. "I guess I am cleaning…. the chimney.." he mumbled quietly. Yes, he hates cleaning the dreaded ash pack. Mostly because, it gets his tail-coat dirty.

Smokescreen shivered as he sat down in the same room as Soundwave, watching his butler clean. "I'll stay here…" he trembled as he took a sip of his tea.

1 Hour Later…

CRASH!

By hearing that sound, everyone dashed down to where the noise was. "What was that?!" Wheeljack asked Soundwave, though it sounded more like a yell. The butler was carrying a trembling Smokescreen. Wheeljack's eyes then widened. "Why is the young Lord here?!"

"He insisted that he wanted to see Sir Lucifer N. Kee in the wrong," came the simple response. Both men came to a halt as they noticed that there, lying on the floor, was a broken vase.

Not just any vase.

Lady Elita's vase.

"Holy-" Wheeljack started to say, his eyes popping out his head. His brain wasn't processing right, and he felt fear rush to his body as his nerves twisted into a fearful bundle.

"What happened?" Soundwave asked, cutting off the cook. His eyes were also wide, and he noticed that Smokescreen had a nervous look on his face as he clung to his butler.

"You did it!" the young Lord growled as he glared daggers at the terrible child that was 'caught' in the wrong, while pointing an accusing finger at Lucifer.

"I did no such thing." A sly invisible smirk came across the devious child's face.

Before anymore could be said, there a loud knock on the door, and Lucifer's smirk became rather visible. "That is my ride," the child said, his tone mockingly as he walked passed the two stunned adults, and the enraged young Lord.

2 Hours Later…

Smokescreen was about ready to go to bed, up until he noticed a note that was in his room, sitting there, on his night stand. It looked lonely, so he just had to pick it up! It read: I'm always watching you, Santiago Shay Prime. PS: I broke the vase.

-Your Stalker.

Smokescreens heart stopped for a moment as he trembled. "Who is this.. person?"