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It was mostly quiet except for conversation and the sound of random items going off. Jazz still had the music going at a soft level in the background. Things had started to calm down signaling that the part was coming to a close but still most everyone was still present and would be for a while yet. They just wanted to enjoy the atmosphere a while longer, the presence of everyone, friends, family, possibly more.

"I bet you can't fit two of those in your mouth at once."

Seating on the couch with a box of cookies she was sharing with the others who could consume them Rachel narrowed her eyes up at Sideswipe. The red twin had that mischievous smirk on his faceplate. A challenge huh?

Spike who was seating beside Rachel looked down at the chocolate cooking he was holding. The brown treat was almost as big as his hand! Turning back Spike gave Rachel a look that said 'your kidding right' but he knew it was pointless to saying anything just by seeing that look on Rachel's face.

"Bet'cha I can." countered Rachel

"Bet'cha you can't!" he mocked

Smirking Rachel took another hand-sized cookie out of the box and placed it on her knee. Taking the one she had already bitten on once and bluntly broke it in half putting it in her mouth in between her lips and holding it there. Taking the other cookie she repeated the action of breaking it in half and placing it in her mouth.

Smiling some how even with a mouth full of cookie Rachel turned to Sideswipe grinning. Seating still beside her haven watched the whole thing Spike busted out in a laughing fit.

"That's not fair." Grumbled Sideswipe optics narrowed at Rachel

Taking the cookies out of her mouth so she didn't chock, "Is too!"

Laughter erupted in the room as Rachel finished off her cookies from the 'bots who'd watched the whole exchange. Unlike her sister who only eats sugar related goodies on rare occasions but to Rachel she greatly abused top section of the food pyramid whenever she got the chance. And at this time of year Rachel loved her cookies, the simple traditional kind.

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From where she was seating talking casually with a small group of the Autobot's seating on the table by Optimus and Prowl, something caught her eyes. Double taking she looked over to where a certain Porsche and Datsun where talking, well, more accurately, whispering to each other mischievous grins on their faceplates. Jazz was seating back on the couch looking at Smokescreen whom was leaned over the back of the couch, arms crossed over the backrest. Blair knew just by the way their were acting, the grins, and Jazz himself, the two where plotting.

Watching from the courier of her light brown eyes, she watched as Bumblebee, who was seating to Jazz's left suddenly got in on the conversation. And after a few moments he was grinning too.

'This can't be good.'

Smokescreen leaning back and taking a sip of his small cube of high-grade and a loud laugh between the trio was the beginning of the end of whatever conversation they had. Frowning for a moment, Blair just rolled her eyes before turning back to the mech's at the table, picking up where she had left off. For some reason though she felt the need to look back over toward the couch then around the room.

The blue Datsun was nowhere to be found from what she could see an she sighed again.

"Hey, Skylair! Chip! Look up!"

Needless to say that was enough to get the whole rooms attention as Jazz, leaning back quite casually from his place on the couch, high-grade cube in one hand. Smug almost. The two humans, who he called out, where seating across from the Porsche exchanged curious looks between each other and inevitably looked up.

Gazing down at them was a pair of mischievous light blue optics glowing against a pale gray faceplate with a medium sized bright yellow chevron adoring his helm. What stood out most was the large audio-to-audio grin plastered on the mech's faceplate. Smokescreen was leaning one forearm lying across the backrest of the couch and held up in one blue hand was something the two humans weren't to please to see.

Between two blue digits was a plastic replica of a plant dangling like a bell; mistletoe.

Skylair scowled deeply at the blue and maroon Datsun as it registered with her what was going on. Lowering her head she scowled over at Jazz, still grinning like a chestier cat at her, behind her small glasses.

"You're insane." Despite it all her cheeks where long since pink

Beside her seating in his wheelchair, Chip couldn't help but blush either, albeit a lot more fiercely.

That was enough to make Jazz smile even more. "It's self diagnosed, yes. Though I'm sure Ratchet would concur, but 'at's not the topic of discussion." He said in an accent for the moment. "Now c'mon Skylair," he chortled standing "Ya know the tradition. It would be bad luck if ya chickened out not mentioning it might hurt Chip's feelin's."

Said young man jumped glasses sliding down his nose and just when he was about to speak Skylair cut him off.

"Since when?!"

Putting a black hand on his chest plate and answering in a matterafact tone, "Since now."

Still leaning over the back of the couch Smokescreen, who had been keeping quiet for the moment decided to speak up. "What are you chicken Skylair. I don't think Chip would mind a kiss from a pretty lady like you." He only received a glare

"True there." Jazz stated

Glancing down at Chip from the corner of her eye who was looking over at Jazz Skylair turned back around arms crossed over her chest for a moment and huffed. Then, Skylair uttering quietly a 'fine' that only Smokescreen caught, without warning catching Chip Chase off guard he suddenly had face centimeters from him and a pair of warm lips on his. He had gasped (though not remembering doing so) thus succeeding in getting an open mouth kiss.

Throw out the room whistles, cheers, good-natured laughs filled the room as Chip's cheeks continued to heat up, glasses sliding down his nose. Even though it seemed a lot longer to the young man, it was only a few fleeting moments before Skylair straightened back up, arms crossed over her chest, embarrassed. She probably wouldn't be admitting it anytime soon, but she felt satisfied with her self with what she had done, like a weight off her shoulders.

Giving a laugh Bumblebee jumped up standing up on the couch slinging his arm around Jazz's shoulder an whispered something to the Porsche. Sharing a loud laugh the two held up their high-grade cubes turning toward Skylair, Chip, and Smokescreen who had given the mistletoe to Skylair. The occupants of the room where still watching.

It was quite obvious that the VW, Porsche had a little too much high-grade in their systems. "Primus bless, us everyone!" The room bluntly erupted in laughs and cheers.

. . .END. . .

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A/N:

You can totally blame MyBlueOblivion for the ending, dudes a bad influence, not complaining though. Just messing. Can you believe that it's taken almost two years plus to finish this Primus forsaken thing? That's ridiculous. But I promised myself I'd finish this…eventually. Totally wanted to add at least one more section but unfortunately after I finished writing the mistletoe scene I got nothing, so I decided this one would end it. If anyone's interested I created a artblog to post up some stuff. PM me if your interested, and well figure things out after that.

Thanks all you lovely people for the reviews, they mean loads to me!

TF's and all related char(s) belong to Has/Tak an associated co.

Except for Blair, Rachel, Skylair, and the plot, which is mine.

Names and/of characters are entirely coincidental