A/N: I'm sorry. This chapter feels sucky, and it makes me feel like I got nowhere. On the bright side I got on my motorcycle for the first time! I LIVE! LOL It was fun! I just have to sign up for the actual classes then I can legally drive my motorcycle anywhere I want. Except highways. My Daddy won't let me on highways.


Unicronia sat miserably inside her and Wheeljack's shared lab. Wheeljack was off with Ratchet, getting fixed from his major beating. It really wasn't that bad of a beating. Okay, that was a lie. Ratchet has as much work as when Wheeljack blows himself up, which is impressive.

Unicronia poked the old gelatinous energon. It needed to be recycled, but she couldn't bring herself to throw it in the bin. Instead, she continued to poke it. She barely reacted when the lab doors opened. It was probably Arcee again, trying to hook Unicronia and Sunstreaker up.

"What the frag are you doing?"

Unicronia twirled around on her stool and looked at the golden mech in shock. "N-nothing!"

Sunstreaker looked at the old energon. "Why the frag are you poking that? It's disgusting!" Sunstreaker grabbed the old cube of energon, and threw it into the recycling bin.

"I-I was, was, bored."

"So, you were poking old slagging energon?"

"Y-yes."

Sunstreaker rolled forward. "Forget it." Unicronia stood up off her stool and backed away from the yellow front liner. "Now listen, spawn of Unicron, I don't like you. I never will. So, stop trying to get Arcee to set us up."

Unicronia nodded profusely. Sunstreaker huffed, and turned to leave. "Oh, and leave my brother alone too." He warned as he left the room.

Unicronia's optics narrowed. "Pretty mech has claws, huh?" She turned and sat back onto her stool. "I loathe that guy. He's such a… oh, what do humans call it? Oh, yeah! BASTARD!" Unicronia banged her fist onto the table. "Threatening me like that! I should just build something to trap him inside, and let him rot!" Unicronia let out a sigh. "No. Control yourself, Unicronia. You are past that part of your life." Unicronia slapped her servo. "You are not a mad scientist trying to take over the world!"

Unicronia let out a groan, and her helm slammed against the lab table. "Primus, just frag me now! Get it over with!"


Ratchet worked on Wheeljack, making it as painful as possible. "What the frag is your problem, Wheeljack."

"I'm in love, but I think I have been as the humans call it, Friend zoned."

Ratchet rolled his optics. "I swear to Primus if you are talking about me I will slag you."

"No. I'm talking about Unicronia. I bet as soon as Perceptor gets here she is going to try to get a date with him too."

"I doubt that. Unicronia is dense. She is getting to her mid-life crisis, as the humans call it."

Wheeljack groaned. "No, Ratchet. Mid-life crisis was when she decided to go run into a decepticon base, and blow half of it up. This isn't a mid-life crisis. I think she's lonely."

Ratchet stopped popping the dents that were spread across Wheeljack's armor. "That is plausible. She may be getting lonely. Perhaps she feels the need to find a bondmate, or Arcee has something to do with it."

"She started before Arcee. She went on a date with Mirage. MIRAGE, of all mechs!"

Ratchet chuckled. "He came in and asked if something was wrong with his faceplates. Did you know she ran out on him?"

"Yeah, she told him she forgot to bring me here so you could watch after me."

Ratchet smiled. "I went to the academy with you two. We have been friends for a long time. Did you know she went on a date with a seeker one time."

Wheeljack looked up to him. "WHAT?"

"Yes. I swore to her that I would not disclose names though."

Wheeljack sighed. "She called you cute."

"She always called me cute. I told her to stop after I decided I was too old for her to be telling me that."

"Seriously!"

Ratchet chuckled. "If you like her, tell her."

Wheeljack groaned. "What if she doesn't like me? It would ruin our friendship."

"Sparkling. Mech up, and tell her. If you don't, I will." Ratchet popped one last dent. "You're done."

Wheeljack frowned, and sat up. "Thanks for beating the scrap out of me for no reason."

"I had a reason."

"What?"

"Remember a really long time ago?" Ratchet asked. Wheeljack shrugged. "When I told you, if you ever lock Unicronia in a closet again I would be your aft until you were scrap?"

"Oh. Yeah. It was after I locked Unicronia in a closet with nothing but a cube of high grade. I was overcharged when I did it, so I forgot she was there."

Ratchet nodded. "I don't make threats. Only promises."

"Thanks Ratchet." Wheeljack stood up off the berth, and stretched. "I have stuff to blow up."

Ratchet snorted. "Watch yourself."


Unicronia peeked into the rec room. She was looking out for four bots in particular. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Mirage, and Arcee. She didn't want to be around any of them. There were only three bots in the rec room; Smokescreen, Blaster, and Jazz. Safe.

Unicronia slipped inside, and sprinted for the energon dispenser. She quickly grabbed a cube, and waited impatiently as the energon slowly filled the cube. When it finally did, she exited the room, much how she entered. As fast as she could.

Unicronia let out a sigh, as she walked back to her lab. Being social was stressful, and she didn't like it. She hated dealing with bots.

Unicronia finally reached her lab and walked inside.

"Oh! Hey you brought me energon, huh?"

Unicronia jumped when the happy voice reached her audio receptors. Wheeljack was sitting at a lab table, his face uncovered, smiling. She smiled at him, and passed the cube over to him. "You can have it. It took a lot of courage to get that, and in the process I lost my appetite."

Wheeljack frowned. "That's not good." He pulled out a circular object. "Wanna help test it?"

"Will I explode?"

"Eh, most likely."

Unicronia smiled. "I'll help test it!"