Smokescreen sped off ahead of Lightstreak with a comm link saying, "I'm going to go on ahead and tell them we were a little held up, with human problems, and you can say you were flying slower to let your spark rest." Lightstreak agreed but soon felt saddened with there being no company for her. When she did reach the base she stopped outside the door and transformed, again stuttering because of the injury to her spark. She walked in only to be met with an excitable young human femme.

Lightstreak was taken aback at the amount of energy inside this femme. She carefully leaned down to scoop up the femme, and in which she climbed into her palm and sat down.

"So what's your name? What can you turn into? Why are your optics green, because everyone else's are blue or red."

The femme continued to ramble out questions, almost overwhelming the silver bot. Lightstreak walked over to a ledge that had railing on the front. Lightstreak carefully set the femme down, and turned to her with tons of answers to her millions of questions.

"Well to answer your questions, my name is Lightstreak. I am a triple-changer which means I can transform into three forms, this being one of them."

Lightstreak stepped back from the railing, and transformed into her predicon form, in which she was met with "Ooooooo"(s) from the children. She transformed back into her bi-ped form, "And to answer your last question, my optics are green because they mixed with the yellow ones of my alpha, and the dark blue ones of my carri. Now I must ask, what are your names?" Lightstreak said gazing at the young kids in the room. The femme jumped up and said her name was "Miko" The oldest of the three stepped up and said his name was "Jack" and finally the smallest child stepped forwards, and introduced himself as "Raphael".

She continued to converse with the kids, as the bots groundbridged back from a mission. The kids went to see their guardians, and Lightstreak went to go lay down. (Wouldn't you be tired if you just kissed someone for half an hour?!) When Smokescreen entered the room she walked over to the berth and lay down. Suddenly arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace. Lightstreak froze until she looked over her shoulder and realized that it was only Smokescreen. She turned her body over in a 180 degree turn to face Smokescreen. She planted a small kiss on his forhelm, and closed her optics. She could hear his deep breaths of air, and felt the heat rush over her as he exhaled. Lightstreak fell into a peaceful recharge, and felt like she was in the safest place in the universe.

When morning came around Lightstreak was the first one awake. She didn't want to disturb the sleeping mech that lay beside her so she only snuggled closer.

Smokescreen awoke an hour after Lightstreak did, and he looked down and saw Lightstreak asleep (again) snuggled close to him. Smokescreen sat up, and carefully shuffled out from behind Lightstreak. As he stood up he turned around to see the femme flexing her servo, trying to find the warmth that had been there. Smokescreen leaned down and kissed the cheek of the sleeping femme, and immediately she stopped moving and settled into a peaceful state.

Smokescreen quietly snuck into a smaller room that was off to the side of his berthroom. Smokescreen flipped the switch on the wall, revealing a wash-rack. He walked over to the shower and flipped on the water. The steaming liquid ran down his frame, through cracks and crevices.

Lightstreak shifted herself, off onto the floor. (Smokescreen wasn't holding her Keyword-she rolled off the berth)With a clang she hit the floor waking her immediately. Lightstreak was temporarily dazed as she awoke from her slumber. She looked around, confused only for a second as where the whereabouts of Smokescreen. Smokescreen switched off the water and opened the door to the outside room, where he found Lightstreak sitting on the ground.

Smokescreen walked over and stretched out a servo. Lightstreak grabbed his and allowed him to assist her up. Lightstreak adjusted herself and walked to the door until something attached itself to her shoulder. She turned only to see Smokescreen standing behind her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Outside, I need some air. Man I wish I could be like you…"

"What do you mean?" Smokescreen said dumbfounded.

"What I mean is, you can drive around with no one able to know it's you, I am stuck as this prehistoric beast that would scare someone not in on our secret." The femme said full of despair.

"I can fix that."

Smokescreen opened the door for her and they walked out of the room. As Lightstreak walked past, Smokescreen averted his attention lower till he set his optics on her waist. Smokescreen thought to himself, "Those are some slagg'n hips she has." Except he was interrupted by the annoyed cough emitting from Lightstreak's vocals.

"I'm sure we have better things to do than stare at my aft all day."

Smokescreen blushed at being caught, and quickened his pace as the two walked into the main part of the air hanger. Smokescreen directed Lightstreak to sit down while he went to talk to Ratchet.

"Hey Rach, I-We need a groundbridge to said location.

"And why is that?"

"Well I was thinking that Lightstreak needs an automobile form. You know, for missions in the human world." Smokescreen pressed lightly.

"*sigh* Fine but hurry back, There is a code I am about to decipher, and I might need you two since everyone else is out scouting energon."

"Alright!" Smokescreen and Lightstreak yelled in unison.

Ratchet opened the ground bridge, in which Smokescreen said he would go through first, (To make sure no humans were around) and then he would send for Lightstreak. He transformed and drove through the portal, and right as he disappeared, Lightstreak received a comm link from Smokescreen giving her the all clear. She ran through the portal and arrived on the dark side of a highway. Smokescreen transformed and leaned over to her auditory receptors.

"Choose any vehicle you want!"

Lightstreak studied the mass amounts of vehicles zooming past the two robots. All of a sudden, a loud hum was heard over all of the rest of the engines. She turned her attention to the vehicle speeding its way down the large road. Lightstreak concentrated on the vehicle as it sped on, scanning its inner workings, and mechanics. When the scan was complete she stepped back from prying eyes, and transformed. The hum of the engine overjoyed the femme.

"Nice look for Ya, Corvette, I like!"

Lightstreak's vehicle form was completely silver, (Like herself, duh!) the rims on her tires we gold, her headlights were green and she also had under lights, that glowed green upon the ground like fire. Smokescreen transformed and the two drove to a secluded part of the country side, where it seemed like humans were holding a race.

Smokescreen and Lightstreak drove into the line of makeshift cars, all of various colors and sizes. One of the drivers that waited next to Lightstreak rolled down his window, and gazed over the vehicle.

"Nice ride, expensive to. Where'd you get it, Japan?"

Lightstreak didn't answer as she knew she must stay hidden.

"Sure is pretty, too pretty!" He said as he took his ring and scratched the paint on her right door. She grumbled as she had just achieved this beautiful look. A man walked out in front of the line of cars, just as a red car drove up behind them. The man raised his arms, and then dropped them signaling the start of the race. The line of vehicles sped off after one another. The jerk of a human that had scratched her paint was in the lead, the red car was in second and Lightstreak and Smokescreen were behind them.

Lightstreak sped around the two lead cars, passing them on the curve they had driven. Smokescreen soon followed trying to keep her insight. Soon the red car, and the human were out of sight. Lightstreak let out a sigh of relief. Smokescreen joined her side, and with a silent chuckle through the comm link he said, "Who knew you were a slagg'n good driver." Lightstreak chuckled back and continued to drive on. Smokescreen commed Ratchet telling them they were ready to return to base. The green portal appeared and they drove through it. Ratchet appeared right in front of them as they appeared at the base. "I have decoded the signal, and it's an autobot signal. The signal is unknown, but it is surrounded by decepticons."

Lightstreak and Smokescreen nodded knowing the severity of the situation. Ratchet then opened another groundbridge to the location of the stranded autobot. The pair ran through, and when they arrived they saw an autobot kneeling on the ground, struggling to stay on his pedes. The decepticons pulled their weapons and aimed them at the ailing autobot. Lightstreak detached the twin Sais from their docking station on her hip. She pressed the green gem on their hilts, and leapt into action.

Smokescreen soon followed behind, shooting the mechs that Lightstreak couldn't strike.

"SMOKESCREEN, TURN YOUR EFFORTS TO THE INJURED AUTOBOT!" Lightstreak yelled, as her Sais dug itself into the metal armor of the nearest vehicon, the green energy melting itself through like acid. All of the soldiers that had been struck with the flaming weapons withered in pain as vital metal disintegrated. Lightstreak straightened herself, as she had no more enemies to face. She made her way over to Smokescreen, whom was struggling with the mech whom had passed out.

Lightstreak walked up to him and flipped him over. Lightstreak fell backwards as she recognized the faceplate immediately, "Jazz!"

"You know him?"

"Yeah, he was one of the few mechs on my battalion." Lightstreak said, her vents of air growing less.

Lightstreak commed Ratchet telling him to prepare a med-bay for an injured autobot. Ratchet acknowledged the femme with a simple, "Okay." The groundbridge opened in the same location it had mere minutes before. Smokescreen carried Jazz through the portal as Lightstreak led the way. When they entered the base Ratchet had already prepared a medical berth for the injured Jazz.

Ratchet did a quick scan, only to see he had superficial injuries that would heal in time. The only major thing was that he was extremely low on energon. It was a semi-easy fix, posing the fact that they were extremely low themselves.

Ratchet infused the blue mixture into the ailing mechs arm, as his levels quickly evened out. Lightstreak walked over to the groundbridge power switch. "Ratchet, I think the team has finished scouting, and I believe they have great news to share."

Ratchet vocally instructed her how to operate the groundbridge, which allowed the team walking through, carts full of glowing blue energon. All the optics of the online autobots in the room widened with joy, as cart after cart came through the green portal. Optimus averted his attention to the mech atop the medical berth.

"Oh Jazz" Optimus said, his happiness falling into despair.

"He fought bravely, but the cons overpowered him, he will survive though." Lightstreak said.

"I understand he was a lieutenant of yours during the war."

"Yes Optimus, he was one of the few mechs that served on my battalion."

"I see, he was also at one point under command. You must have been the femme he couldn't stop talking about."

Lightstreak blushed, as she remembered that Jazz had had a small crush on her long ago.

"I also had a time in my life before I was Optimus, that I couldn't stop dreaming, talking, or being with Firon…" Optimus froze as he realized what he had just said out loud.

The bots in the room froze, and looked towards their leader in shock. Even Jazz stirred a little from his slumber. Firon stepped in front of the embarrassed prime and shouted, "Don't you all have some energon to process and store?!" The team quickly set to work, as Firon walked over to the prime. She placed a gentle servo on his shoulder, and he looked up at her.

"I am sorry, that was our secret that should never have gotten out."

"They would have found out at some point."

The prime smiled, and walked over to Jazz whom was still lying on the berth, his levels still not to a stable state. Optimus patted the mechs arm, and walked off towards his berth, it had been a long day and he was tired. Firon walked into the energon storage room where the team was busily working at processing stations, and then moving the energon to piles across the room. Firon observed the on goings of the team and then left. Firon walked down the hall of berthrooms, until she reached the one nearest the back. The one that Optimus and her had shared.

Firon walked into the room, and quietly shut the door. The prime was standing on the farthest part of the very large room; his back was turned from the door.
Op-Orion, what's wrong?"

Optimus turned to see Firon standing in the doorway; He turned back around feeling slightly embarrassed. Firon walked over next to him and stretched out on the berth. "Man was it a busy day! Finding that heap load of energon, and you seeing Jazz again!" Firon sighed, and shut her optics. She tapped her servo against the berth. Optimus sat down next to her. He set his hand down to the side and Firon gripped it gently. "You know Optimus; your team won't think any differently of you if you have someone in your life. They are probably happy for you; I mean you were always alone before we met."

Optimus smiled as he went back through his memory banks, remembering the days of his sparkhood when he had just been enrolled into the Autobot Academy. He walked into the shining metal entrance and gaped at the sight of everything. This was the perfect new home for an Iacon clerk in training. As Orion walked he came upon two mech. Although they were much larger than him; he walked further anyways. Orion walked up to one of them and casually asked where his class could be found. The two mechs looked down at him and stared to snicker at him. Orion was confused, why were they laughing at him, had he forgotten to wipe his faceplate after his breakfast?

"Hey runt, this is a school for autobots. Not wanna be Sparklings!"

Orion's smile faded into a slight frown. These mechs were making fun of his size, and this left him feeling quite distraught. Suddenly a femme sparkling around his size walked up behind him. She spoke, "What do you think you're doing? You never treat a new inductee to the Autobot Academy, what you're doing right now makes you no better than Unicron!" The two mechs turned to each other and laughed. The femme grew enraged and transformed into a dragon. The two mechs immediately quit snickering, as the femme flew up in the air and roared at them. She let out hot blazing flames that scorched the metal on their chestsplates.

Orion gawked at the flying metal dragon as she settled back down and transformed into her bi-ped form. "Name's Firon! What's yours?"

"O-Orion, That was amazing!"

"Yeah, I know. Hey where are you headed?"

Orion looked at the small data pad in his servo, "Room 218 Iacon clerk room."

"Oh wow, that's the same place I am going, come on we can sit next to each other."

Orion followed the excited white femme down a few halls that were lined with bots of all colors and sizes. They soon reached a door at the end of the hallway where a single door resided.

"Is this our class?" Asked a confused Orion Pax.

"Unfortunately, yes. Bots these days don't recognize our importance to the cause."

Orion sighed, and then the memory faded. He was back in his berthroom, alongside the femme who had saved him from the bullies who were long gone. Firon snuggled closer to Optimus's side. She sat up still holding his servo, and pulled him to his pedes. Optimus stood up and followed Firon to the center of the room. "Optimus, no matter what you think of yourself, I will always keep my feelings for you the same, as they have been ever since I met you."

Optimus smiled, as did Firon. The femme stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the towering mech. Optimus took his servos and held on to Firon as if he would never let her go. They broke the embrace and went to go recharge.

I understand that Optimus is a very stoic mech, and he doesn't show much external emotions, but I felt that at some point his pent up emotions would get the better of him and he would need to let them out.