HEYYYY! Next chapter, gois! I know it's really short but I am at college writing this so... I should be ashamed for wasting education like this but, hey, I want to be an author more than a midwife.

Sunny: You mean *gulp* women who... watch humans spit out their spawn? O.o

Me: Pretty much. You wanna watch Mi-Mi give birth?

Sunny: *runs away screaming for Primus to kill him*

Me: xD *dies of laughter*

Mi-Mi wondered around the Ark, finding things to amuse herself with. Sunstreaker was out on patrol all day along with Sideswipe so she was along for pretty much the whole day. Sighing, she turned a corner and ended up in front of a large door with the letters "SIC" written on it. 'Prowl' she thought, a firm tone in her voice. Feeling a burst of confidence, Mi-Mi pushed aside her huge pride and knocked on the door twice with her small hands. After what seemed like forever, the door slowly slid open to a confused Prowl.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, raising an optic ridge.

"Do you have any work I could do, maybe? I'm alone today and I need something to stimulate my bored brain before I go crazy" she smiled meekly.

"Oh really?" Prowl mused, judging whether she would be capable of handling his work. "I'll see what I have. Come in" he beckoned.

Mi-Mi entered cautiously, not wanting to irritate the formal mech. Prowl scanned through some data pads, setting some aside for Mi-Mi to work on. Mi-Mi took the opportunity to look around the office. All of Prowl's possessions and files were neatly arranged, not one out of its place. 'Huh, not bad' she thought. A cough brought Mi-Mi out of her musings.

"Here are three data pads. All you have to do is write up a profile for each of these mechs" explained Prowl.

Mi-Mi stared at the one mech in particular. Sunstreaker, her love. The others were Jazz and Tracks. Oh, how she hated Tracks with a passion. She would have to get to know Jazz a lot more in order to do a profile about him and his personality. The others, she knew. She turned back to look at Prowl.

"I won't let you down, sir! I'll make you and the other autobots proud!" she saluted and walked out of Prowl's office, a bounce in her steps.

Prowl stared after her, smirking at her enthusiasm. 'She may be more civil and reasoning than she lets on' he thought happily; glad to finally have some peace.

Done. Now, I want ideas for next chapter. I want you all to get involved. Each writes a line for the story and I will add it in the next chapter and credit you for contributing :) On with college!