A/N: I'm not happy with the begining, middle or end of this chapter, so I'm sorry for the suckiness in advance. I got writers block, and this was best I could crap out. XD I'm sorry. That wasn't funny.
REVIEWS
Autobot Trapjaw: XD I just thought of that too, I answered it in this chapter XD How did I not think of that? XD we got a Ratchet launcher over here!
Anonymous BW FG: XD That's awesome! I want to do an interview thing like that, but one of the things that are holding me back, is I would be the person asking sucky questions like "What's your name?" "How old are you?" "When is your birthday? I mean, Creation orn?" XD
Minimus Prime: XD SAVE THE CHAIR!
Bee4ever: XD thank you! XD Prowl has a little youngling running around, and unfortunately can only have Jazz watch him in fear of anybody else handing the poor youngling energon treat after energon treat. XD
Autobotschic: XD I'm glad. I was worried, so I decided to try and put in something like a relationship me and my brother have. XD
Trapjaw dragged Shadow Stalker through the corridor. "Knock on the door, and go in."
"I don't want to." Shadow Stalker groaned.
"Do it." Trapjaw growled in response.
Shadow Stalker took a deep breath before she typed in the code and walked into the room without knocking. Trapjaw sat out in hallway looking around. "Did you just-"
"Hey." Shadow Stalker waved.
Optimus sat at his desk; A stunned look on his faceplates. "Shadow, I wasn't really, well I was expecting you, but that was about three joors ago."
"I just decided to pop in. I wanted to introduce you to my sister." Shadow Stalker motioned to Trapjaw, who walked in and sat on the ground.
"Sister?" Optimus felt his faceplates heat up as Trapjaw walked in. "You brought her in earlier."
Shadow Stalker rubbed the back of her helm. "Yeah. Um this i-"
"Trapjaw. I'm Ratchet's new apprentice."
"I didn't know Shadow had a sister."
"Different Sires. We're only half related." Trapjaw stared at Optimus with optics that dug into his very being. He felt like Prowl was reprimanding him for having Shadow Stalker doing his work again. No. It was worse. He felt like his Carrier was yelling at him for stealing that energon goodie.
"I, um, see. You are the one that was transferred in from Crystal City?"
"Yes. You're pretty nervous for a Prime." Trapjaw smirked as Optimus shifted in his chair. "I apologize for Shadow Stalker sexually harassing you."
"TRAPJAW!" Shadow Stalker grabbed her and sprinted for the door, leaving Optimus awkwardly sitting at his desk.
Shadow Stalker slid down the wall. "I can't believe you!"
Trapjaw smiled. "I can."
"Please stop. We were doing so well pretending like nothing happened."
Trapjaw rolled her eyes. "A spark could be brought into existence with all the friction that was in there."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" Shadow Stalker shot up, covered her audials, and began spinning in circles.
"You know, for you being the oldest, you're really immature!" Trapjaw flicked her tail at Shadow Stalker.
Shadow Stalker crossed her servos. "At least I don't run around in alt-mode all the time!"
Trapjaw glared at the femme in front of her for a couple of astrokliks before she stood up, and walked away. Shadow Stalker glared. "Where are you going?"
"Investigating."
Shadow Stalker groaned guiltily as soon as Trapjaw was out of sight. "I'm such an idiot." She silently walked down the hall in search of a nice long distraction.
Optimus sighed as he walked into Prowl's office. Prowl sat at his desk writing on a data pad as Jazz snickered. "Jazz, stop corrupting my second in command." He ordered as he sat a data pad on Prowl's desk.
Jazz just smiled. "I'm not the corrupter here, Mr. Smooch."
Optimus' optics widened as he turned to Prowl. "Prowl!"
"It was not me." Prowl shook his helm as he continued working on the data pad.
"Then who was it?" Optimus narrowed his optics at Jazz in hope of the care free mech breaking, but it was Jazz, and luck was not his side. Jazz simply smiled in return.
"Not me." Prowl answered as he quickly finished filling out his data pad, and picked up the one Optimus set on his desk. He stared at it for a second before a smirk crossed his faceplate. He quickly hid it, and sat the data pad down.
Jazz laughed as Optimus' narrowed at him even more. "I don' reveal mah sources! 'specially since ya shoulda known ya weren't in that room alone."
"Mirage." Optimus cursed. The gossip king of the Autobot army. He should have known.
Jazz snickered again. "Mech always gets da best gossip."
The room went silent as Optimus started thinking of ways to silence Mirage, most of which were not very Prime like. Prowl sighed. "Bluestreak expressed his desire to join the Autobot army."
"Really?" Optimus asked, his interest peeking. Usually bots who had been through what Bluestreak went through didn't want to join a war that caused so much pain. They would remain neutral.
Prowl nodded. "He will be ready for his third frame in another vorn. It's not too far away. When he gets his upgrade he will be entered into our ranks."
"Has he decided what he wants to do?"
Jazz smirked. "Funneh story. He wants ta be a sharp shooter."
Optimus raised an optic ridge. "Really?"
Prowl nodded. "Apparently, Shadow Stalker has taken him to the range, and showed him all kinds of things, he decided that he liked the sniper position best."
Optimus nodded. "He'll be a natural. The training will be difficult, but I'm sure Ironhide will give him a good mentor." Optimus smirked at Prowl's doorwings as they rose up with pride.
Jazz laughed. "Look at Prowler, He's so proud!"
Optimus laughed. "So he is."
Prowl rolled his optics. "Sure." He brought his doorwings back down to neutral position.
Optimus smiled. "He's been with you for a while. I'm sure you've grown attached."
"Smokescreen seems to be more attached than I. He thinks that he can treat him like a tiny new spark." Prowl shook his helm.
"It's probably da only grand creation he'll evah get." Jazz snickered
"Anyways, I still have work to do. Jazz, leave before I decide to let Bluestreak practice with you."
"Cruel." Jazz mumbled as he stood up.
"Optimus, I cannot accept this data pad." Prowl offered the data pad back to Optimus
"Why not?"
"You have written Shadow Stalker's name all over it." Optimus snatched the data pad away. "I will assume it was the wrong data pad." Prowl smirked
"Mute it, Prowl. And stay out of my business, that's an order."
Jazz smirked at Optimus. "Now, about ya and Shadow."
"Jazz." Optimus warned.
"Aw, come on. Entertain a mech."
"Jazz. I'm serious!"
"Optimus, before you go," Prowl spoke up. Optimus turned to face his SIC. "I would like to remind you, we do still need a femme commander. Jazz cannot continue to be acting commander for much longer."
Jazz frowned. "But, ah like the job."
Prowl frowned. "As you can see, he can't continue." Optimus frowned. He didn't really want to think about that position much. "I'm sorry if it is a sore subject, but it has to be dealt with."
"I will leave you in charge of that, Prowl." Optimus sighed. "I do not think I can choose with a clear processor."
Prowl frowned. "Alright. Thank you for your time."
Optimus nodded as he turned back to Jazz who was smirking. "Ah can always get that procedure done to become a femme!"
Optimus shook his helm. "You could, but I would rather you not be berth jumping as my TIC, not that it stops you anyways."
Jazz laughed as the door closed behind them. "Harsh."
Optimus smiled. "I am only being honest."
"Wish ya weren't. Hurtin mah feelings." Jazz frowned. "Ah've been hanging with the femmes too much."
Optimus laughed. "Might as well prepare for that procedure."
"Ah think ya look pretty good as femme too." Jazz smirked. "Ah can see it happenin' Optima Prime."
Optimus' smile fell. "I hate you."
Jazz just laughed.
It took a while on her part, but Trapjaw found her mech. Autobot second in command, Prowl. The mech that was in the room with Optimus. She knocked on the door and waited for the door to open. She walked in, and sat down on the ground in front of Prowl's desk. "You're Prowl?"
"I am. May I ask who you are?"
"Trapjaw. Shadow Stalker's half sister."
Prowl raised an optic ridge. "What can I do for you?"
"I want to stick Prime, and Shadow in a cell together, and see what happens."
Prowl smirked. "I have a feeling I'll be punched for this, but please, carry on."
Trapjaw smiled. "Oh I will."
Shadow Stalker frowned as she passed a wrench to Ratchet. "I didn't even flinch until Trapjaw brought up the kiss."
Sideswipe flinched from under Ratchet's servo. "Yeah, that's nice."
"Sideswipe, hold still!" Ratchet yelled.
"Can't believe you- OW- kissed him." Sideswipe rubbed his newly attached arm.
"I got carried away. I can't believe Mirage told you." Shadow Stalker accepted the wrench back and placed it on a tray.
"Why are you in here, and not Trapjaw?" Ratchet began wiping his servos.
"Trapjaw said she wasn't supposed to be here until tomorrow."
"And she's right, but why the frag are you in here?" Ratchet glared.
"I had to talk to Sideswipe!"
Rachet raised an optic ridge. "Sideswipe? About love advice?"
"Yeeeaaahhh."
"He can't catch a femme if they groped his interface panel."
"HEY!"
"Yeah, I know, but there is nobody else." Shadow Stalker shrugged.
"HEY!"
Ratchet nodded. "Whatever."
Sideswipe crossed her servos, and jumped as one of them fell off onto the ground.
"I JUST FIXED THAT!" Ratchet grabbed a wrench and began beating Sideswipe over the helm.
Shadow Stalker covered her mouth as she laughed. The Med bay doors opened, and Prowl walked through. "Shadow Stalker, you are to report to the brig for pranking Sunstreaker."
"What?"
Prowl pointed out of the door. Sideswipe watched as Shadow Stalker stomped out. Prowl turned to Sideswipe. "I understand that you are involved as well, and I will accept an apology instead of brig time."
"W-what?
"If you do not wish to apologize, you can always clean the rec room for a decacycle."
"I'm sorry! I'll never do it again."
Prowl nodded. "Good. You are off the hook." Prowl quickly walked out of the med bay leaving Sideswipe and Ratchet staring where he once stood.
Sideswipe shuttered his optics. "Is he insane?"
"I do not know, but I believe it is time for a maintenance check on that bot."
Shadow Stalker walked into the cell and sighed as the energon bars flashed to life. Prowl nodded to her. "I will be back when it is time for your release."
Shadow Stalker grunted in return. "Yeah."
"Shadow?"
Shadow Stalker jumped. "Optimus?"
Optimus' optics lit up on the far side of the room. "Prowl brought you in too?"
"Um, yeah." Shadow Stalker glanced away awkwardly. "Um, listen, about that, um, incident?"
"Um, yes, the incident." Optimus nodded.
"I didn't mean- well I did- no wait! Ignore that! I wasn't thinking correctly, and –"
"I enjoyed it."
Shadow Stalker's optics widened. "What?"
"It was… Nice." Optimus stood up. "I am sorry though. I do not think it is wise to-"
"You're rejecting me?" Shadow Stalker nodded. "I figured. I mean, I wasn't going to say anything because of Elita-One. You just lost her, and-"
"I was going to say that I do not think it was wise to talk about this here." Optimus sighed. "Prowl, is listening in on the cameras."
"Prowl?" Shadow Stalker turned to the camera that made a nod like motion. "Sir."
Optimus nodded. "Who else is in there, Prowl?"
"Jazz, Bluestreak, Ratchet, and Sideswipe."
"Who else?"
"Trapjaw, Mirage, Ironhide, and Red Alert."
Optimus sighed. "Who else?"
"That is all, sir."
"Prowl." Optimus warned.
"Wheeljack, Hound, Warpath, Kup, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, Smokescreen, and Ultra Magnus."
Shadow Stalker groaned. "You couldn't leave enough alone, could you?"
"No."
Shadow Stalker covered her face. "I hate you."
"I find this a good moment to congratulate you, Shadow Stalker."
Shadow Stalker looked up at the camera. "What for?"
"For your promotion to Femme Commander."
"No." Shadow Stalker shook her helm. "Absolutely not!"
Optimus frowned. "Prowl, I-"
"You gave me control over the choosing of the new femme commander. Shadow Stalker is perfect. If my calculation prove correct, she is the best choice."
Shadow Stalker shook her helm. "I don't want the position though."
The energon bars opened. "I believe it is best to talk of this without the extra onlookers. I will meet you in Optimus' office."
Shadow Stalker sighed as she walked through the brig. "I hate him."
Optimus shook his helm. "He should be a Decepticon. He also ignored an order. How much brig time is that?"
"Two orns." Shadow Stalker smirked.
