Inferno smirked as he left the medbay, feeling as if he was floating on air. I can't believe it. Red proposed. To me! Red, me, bonded. He had to of died and gone to the Allspark or something.

Beachcomber paused in the hallway as Inferno passed, "Dude, what's up? Red up and moving or something?"

"Red is still in the medbay, but he proposed to me." Infernos grin grew just a little bit wider, though the dune buggy wasn't sure how exactly, "We're gonna get bonded."

"Alright dude!" Beachcomber slapped Inferno on the back. "Where ya going to get bonded?"

"Oh, probably somewhere nice and quiet-"

Jazz voice broke over the comm. link, "Erm, Inferno?"

Inferno liked to believe that he wasn't paranoid. But when Jazz said your name in that tone of voice, something deep within you wanted to duck and run for cover- "Yeah Jazz?"

"Prime found out about you two getting bonded-" Jazz paused, and Inferno had the deadly sense of unreality as the spy groped for words. "-and Prime thinks it might be a good idea to show how well we've integrated by holding a human style wedding-"

Inferno gaped at the comm. link before murmuring, "That ain't a good idea Jazz. Red would blow a fuse, and he wouldn't be able to relax for vorns afterwards."

Beachcomber jumped into the conversation. "C'mon Inferno, I think it would be a good idea. Ya know, spread the love around."

Beachcombers comment was what opened the flood of other comments from various Ark crew members. "He's got a point there Inferno. And Red would blow a fuse anyways."

"What sort of theme should we do?"

"Theme?"

"You know, color theme, and such. And how are we going to make flowers big enough?"

"True, who'd take the place of the woman?"

"Defiantly Red. We gotta make him a veil. Who volunteers to be flower maidens?"

"Wait, before we get into flower maidens, who's gonna hand off Red to Inferno?" Sideswipe asked. "We can't get Prime to do it, because he's the one who's gotta read it off, and who'll be Inferno's best man?"

Bluestreak broke into the conversation to babble, "And where are we going to find a place big enough to hold this? I know that there aren't many places-"

"We'll hold it outside-"

Inferno finally managed to break into the conversation. "No slagging way. Red is gonna go all paranoid about it. It's gotta be held somewhere where he'll feel at least a little bit safe."

"We're not slagging holding this wedding in the Control Room!" Sideswipe tutted. "I volunteer to be a flower bearer."

"Sideswipe, if we allowed you to do that, you'd rig the flowers somehow. Besides, the minibots are already drafted for that sort of thing. They're the only ones who are small enough."

More and more Autobots joined the comm. link to wrangle over the details of the wedding. Inferno turned to Beachcomber, wearing a particularly stuffed look. "I'm not gonna get a choice in this, am I?"

Beachcomber sympathetically shook his head, as Perceptor announced, "Give me a few weeks, and I believe I could grow genetically enhanced flowers that will be about the right size-"

Wheeljack helpfully added, "I think that I can use a bunch of that silver wire and fix up a loom that'll allow me to weave the silver into a veil."

Inferno sighed as he leaned against the wall. "Hey, Inferno, where are you two going for your honeymoon?"

"Truthfully Jazz, I was thinking about checking out the ring of fire thing, but I think now I'd better go somewhere a little bit quieter. Like Australia. I always wanted to see Kangaroos."

"You can't be serious! You gotta take him somewhere romantic, like France!" Tracks declared.

"And what do you know about romance, old rust bucket?" Sunstreaker sneered.

"What did you call me you dinged up old wreck?" Tracks bristled.

Sunstreaker smirked. Everyone could feel it across the comm. link. "I called you an old rust bucket. You couldn't attract a femme if you were a thousand times prettier!"

"Take that back!" Tracks raged, "Before I come and make you!"

"Let's see you try-"

Sideswipe said quickly, "Everyone who wants to help plan the wedding, come meet in the common room."

Beachcomber took off, as Inferno followed after. The situation has really slipped from me now. I'm going to be lucky if I can even plan one thing-

Inferno stopped dead as the door to the common room slid open to reveal nearly all of the Arks original crew before they had gotten the sudden influx of visitors. They were talking, chattering at high speed.

Prime and Prowl were noticeably absent, along with a few of the more chronic complainers. Even Mirage was here, dragged along by Hound. "Jazz, would ya please tell me why everyone is here?"

At Infernos pleading tone, Jazz resisted the urge to throw his head back and laugh. "Inferno, Inferno, if Red is going to get bonded, that means he's going to get laid. And if he's going to get laid, he's going to relax."

Inferno sighed. He might as well leave now; nobody was going to let him get in a word edgeways. "I might as well settle back so that way I actually know what this wedding is going to be like." Inferno pointed out dryly, sitting down in a nearby seat.

Jazz rapped a table. "All those here who actually seen a wedding, raise your hands."

A few scattered hands rose, as they began to get the true planning underway.

Wyntermist wasn't sure whether to feel lucky or cursed. This was the fifth camera to have been tampered with by some unknown mech to pull off a prank, and he was truly beginning to understand the reason why Red Alert was so paranoid.

The mech paused as yet another warning came up that a camera was tampered with. This wasn't good. "Wyntermist."

The mech yelped as he jumped, and turned in consternation. Sunmoon leaned against the doorway, gazing at him intently in an unreadable expression. "Sunmoon! What are you doing here?"

"I came to see what you were doing still up. I don't believe you've gone to recharge since Red Alert collapsed two days ago."

"It's been busy." Wyntermist replied guardedly, staring at Sunmoon. "Why so…"

Sunmoon snorted, before glancing away. "Just curious on how long a mech can run on no recharge and no energon."

" I've been doing quiet well thank you." Wyntermist snapped back. Just because nobody else believed he could do this job didn't mean he should back down now. "So far nothing too bad has happened."

"True, I wonder how you'd do in the case of a real attack." Sunmoon mused aloud. Wyntermist said nothing, only sweeping datapads into neat tidy stacks. Only to mess them up again for the sake of looking like he was doing something.

Sunmoon took a deep breath, before glancing around the room. Wyntermist optic ridge resisted the impulse to rise. "Wyntermist, I got something to tell you."

Sunmoon hesitated, before stepping closer to the mech. "I-um- I-"

He muttered a curse underneath his breath before grabbing Wyntermist by the arms, and pulling him close. Wyntermist only had enough time to drop the datapads from shock, before lip components were pressed against his.

For a long, long moment, time stood still. All existence of actual thought vanished.

At last Sunmoon pulled back, looking embarrassed and flustered. "Anyways- yeah."

There was the sound of something crashing at the doorway, and both turned to see what had caused it. Linewake, holding a large amount of datapads stood in the doorway.

Wyntermists energon processor sank, and Sunmoon stood frozen. Then, Linewake grinned. "Finally admitted, huh?"

Wyntermist vocalizer let loose with a white, static noise, before he fled, hands pressed to his lips. Sunmoon did not just do that to me. Sunmoon did not just do that to me.

What was one supposed to do when ones enemy suddenly admitted he liked them? The small mech paused as he leaned against the doorway, head coming down to rest against the cool metal.

He needed to talk to someone about this. He needed to talk to someone about it now. "Inferno, where's Inferno- Or even Jazz-"

Wyntermist took off down the hallway, before nearly running over Prime. "Oh, sorry Sir!" He squeaked.

"It's alright Wyntermist. What's the matter? Security breech?"

"No, a…personal problem sir. I was just looking for someone to ask for advice-"

"What sort of personal problem?"

"Relationship."

"Ah." Prime head tilted to one side as he regarded the slightly quivering Wyntermist. "You should talk to Smokescreen. He's our resident psychologist."

Wyntermist blurted, "You mean the mech whom has all of those smoke bombs, everyone complains about being a backstabber, and gambles on the stockmarket?"

Primes optics shuttered, and Wyntermist abruptly shut up. Another reason why Red Alert hardly hung around others. Surely the need to babble every little information on others lives grew too much at times.

"Never mind sir, I think I'll try to solve the problem myself-" As Wyntermist scurried off, Prime simply shook his head.

"Wyntermist." The mech froze, and Prime smiled slightly. "Don't forget to scan yourself an Earth Alt mode."

"Yessir." Wyntermist meeped, before scuttling off to where he was sure he could be safe.

His head came up with a sudden, shifty look, as a voice drifted down the hallway, "Wyntermist? Ah, c'mon Wyntermist, come on out already."

"You idiot." Linewake snarled, voice barely reaching his auditory receptors. "You were supposed to make sure he didn't run off."

"Oh, and I suppose you were doing any better?"

Wyntermist drew back, through the doorframe as the voice drew closer. Linewakes disgruntled voice snapped, "I just think that you should've done it in a much more public place."

All gears froze. No.

"Oh, and I suppose you would want me to embarrass myself in front of everyone?"

No!

"Ah, quit complaining. You're alive aren't you?"

NO!

"Why don't you kiss him next time?"

Wyntermist back hit the wall, fury and shame intermingling and boiling within him. That- That was my first kiss. I had been saving that for someone special-

"I'll go this way." Linewake snapped. "You go that way."

Wyntermist listened dully to the footsteps slowly coming his way. They had to be Sunmoons. They went lightly across the ground, as if he were afraid to put them down solidly. Ha- Idiot me for thinking someone could actually like me.

Inferno had a glitch. Red Alert had a glitch. They were thus compatible.

Wyntermist had a glitch. Sunmoon didn't have a glitch. There was a wall, unseen but as solid as any plasma retardant ten-foot thick wall. He had only seen one of those walls fall, and that was because some idiot had been crazy enough to stand there with a welder and melt a hole all the way through to create a place where one could stick in enough explosives that the wall had to come down.

The Decepticons had still caught the group, but they had to admit they were impressed.

Wyntermists lips tightened at the memory. All he remembered was seeing the inside of some mechs armor, and then he had abruptly passed out. When he had come to, everyone else was dead.

"Wyntermist- c'mon, I know you're around here somewhere."

Wyntermist breath stopped as Sunmoon entered the room. It was impossible to miss him.

Sunmoon smiled. "Wyntermist-"

"I heard you. You- you-" Words failed. "How dare you try to use me!"

"Wait- Wyntermist-"

Wyntermist angrily pushed past Sunmoon, scrubbing hard at his optics. Sunmoon stared after him for a moment, before hurriedly following after. "Wait-"

Wyntermist threw himself into his vehicle mode, and took off. Sunmoon cursed softly under his breath, before following Wyntermist. "Wait, Wyntermist!"

They emerged outside of the Ark, grey, boiling clouds reflecting exactly how Wyntermist was feeling. "WAIT!"

If he could cry, Wyntermist was certain he would do so, but he couldn't. He couldn't. If he cried, then Sunmoon would catch up to him, and if Sunmoon caught up to him, then he would be forced to confront the truth.

Red Alerts paranoia was suddenly a good idea after all.

0o0o0o0o0

"Well, I got his apprentice traveling in your direction."

"Good. Now, tell me about this apprentice."

"What can I say? He's an idiot." The voice smirked. "I set it up beautifully. He heard Sunmoon admit that he wasn't actually in love with him, and he ran off."

There was a moment's pause, and then the other voice asked slowly. "And… this is Red Alerts apprentice, correct?"

"Yes-"

"Good." The snarl that left the mechs lips made the other shiver. "I'm going to be quiet busy. It's payback time Red Alert. Payback for sending me out of the security force. I was supposed to be next. Me! Stupid little glitch-"

A/n: *gasp!* Oh no, poor Wyntermist, and can anyone guess who was saying the last line? Lots and lots of huggles if you can! And poor Inferno and Red, they aren't getting a say in their wedding. Ah well...