"Seamist, Is that you?"

"Oh Primus it is!"

"How are you…? I thought you died!"

"Well here is your proof, I AM NOT DEAD!"

The two femmes hugged each other almost to suffocation. The mech turned to leave but was abruptly stopped by Seamist.

"Thanks for bringing my dear friend to me, and allowing me to train her in our field of work, Ratchet."

The old mech nodded and walked out of the department. Seamist turned back to her old friend. "So how much experience do you have in the medical field?"

"Not much, I used to be a warrior. I can't tell the difference between a bandage and a scalpel."

"Ha-ha okay I can handle that, It's TRAINING TIME!"

The two femmes walked through the medical facility for the whole day; Seamist took Lightstreak and introduced her to all of the medical staff as well as the most recent patients. As they reached brake time Seamist and Lightstreak walked out of the medical building towards a nearby filling station. As the two of them entered the business, the smells of energon goodies being created after so long. Seamist went to the counter and ordered them both eoffee, the human equivalent of coffee.

Seamist sat down across her friend, and handed her the drink.

"So what's been going on with you?" Asked Seamist.

"Well last night I gained my better half."

"WHAT, Seriously!"

"Yeah, he's the sweetest. The funny thing is he used to sort of work for me."

"You're Kidding Me! The war has just ended and you've been bonded."

Lightstreak chuckled as the front door of the business opened with a small jingle. Seamist tipped up her cup and took a sip only to bring it back down and almost spitting it out. She saw Lightstreak sitting farther into the chair and a grey and white mech was sitting next to her conversing casually. Seamist sat down her cup and froze.

"Lightstreak, who's this?"

Lightstreak looked up and then over at the white mech.

"Oh silly me, this is Smokescreen, my spark-mate."

Seamist was taken aback; she never had thought Lightstreak to get this lucky. Seamist stretched out her servo and shook Smokescreen's servo.

"I hope you plan to take good care of her, and of future additions."

Lightstreak and Smokescreen chuckled, "I don't think we're ready for any sparklings yet, but in the future possibly." Smokescreen said gazing down at his sparkmate.

"Slag I need to get back to work. See you ladies later." Smokescreen said as he got up and left the table in a hurry.

"We'd better get going to." Seamist said throwing her cup away.

The two femmes stood up, and exited the door of the little business. Seamist transformed into a pre-dark age vehicle from before they had to evacuate Cybertron. When Lightstreak transformed everyone around them gawked.

"Where in Primus did you get that?"

"Oh the many blessings of Earth, and if you think this is cool you should see it at night!"

The femmes sped off back towards the hospital. The two friends arrived at the entrance of the hospital and walked in and hurried off to finish the half of the day.

For Lightstreak the time passed slowly, there weren't many young cybertronians since none had been born after Cybertron went dark. All she could think about was Smokescreen, and getting to see him again. She couldn't wait to tell him how great her first day was. The great thing was that there was only an hour left in the day, and Lightstreak thought she would surprise her Sparkmate with a home cooked meal.

The quitting bell sounded, and Lightstreak hopped up and clicked out before any of the other mechs or femmes could get a chance to stand. As Lightstreak hustled out the door she turned on a holographic map, so she could find the nearest supermarket. Lucky for her it was only a few klicks away from her current position. Lightstreak decided she would walk, and as she did so she could feel the glances of a couple of mechs as she passed. It gave her an unsettling feeling as she walked on, unaccompanied by anyone. She knew full well that she could hold her own in an ensuing fight. She just thought it best to ignore it and pick up the pace.

She soon made it to the supermarket of her choosing. Although she had very little the store was having an "end of the war" sale so pretty much everything cost around nothing. Lightstreak walked in and picked out the items she needed and walked to the register. There she saw a familiar red horned mech standing behind the counter. When she reached the cashier, she looked towards him and said, "Hey Cliff, how's it going?"

Cliffjumper looked up from the cash register and gave a smile to the, on the verge of laughing, Lightstreak.

"Oh it's all dandy, I finish battling in a millennia long war and I get stuck behind a fragg'n counter!"

The cousins conversed as Cliffjumper scanned the chosen items that Lightstreak had handed him.

"What's the occasion?"

"Oh just making dinner for a friend."

"Really, which one?"

"Smokescreen, I decided I'd make him dinner since we bonded last night."

"You did what? With him?!"

"Yes I did, now can I have my purchased items please, and thank you?"

"Fine, I just don't want my cousin getting hurt because of that little kid."

"He's not a kid! He is the same age as me and you know it! Now good-bye Cliffjumper, have a good time scanning produce."

Lightstreak briskly walked out of the store in an enraged mood. She transformed into her vehicle mode and began to drive home. When she arrived she stomped up the stairs until she arrived at her flat. She turned the key and walked inside; flipping on the lights she threw the groceries on the counter and walked into her berthroom. Plopping on the soft material she forgot all her woes, and almost fell into recharge.

Luckily she woke herself up and went into the kitchen. There she laid out all her ingredients and began to prepare the perfect meal for her and her sparkmate. Lightstreak thought it felt a little quiet so she searched for a nearby radio and found a station. It was the kind of music Cybertron had playing before it went dark, yet for some reason she didn't much care for it. Trying her best she went to a station that was very fuzzy, a station that was identical to the one Smokescreen and her had listened to on their first "date".

Lightstreak continued to create the meal she was planning to make. She was nearly done when a servo brushed itself against her aft. Lightstreak froze and turned her helm to see Smokescreen smiling over her shoulder, Lightstreak felt her engine cycles grow less, as the fright ebbed away. Smokescreen leaned away and rubbed Lightstreak's shoulders.

"Frag dinner, let's head to bed."