I live! lol. I wanna thank everyone who reviewed, put this story on their alert list and favourited it, you guys are awesome. More so when having to wait for me to update this fic whenever I can, its a complete nightmare when having to share a laptop with your mum and sister. But I'm back and with a new chapter which Bluestreak's guardians are finally revealed.

Disclaimer: Yea we know the drill now. Transformers and anything associated with it, is not mine. But if it was I know I'd make some changes *glares at imaginary Michael Bay.*

'Blah' – thoughts

::Blah:: - Radio Communication

:/blah\: - Inter. comm.

:://Blah\\:: Bond communication

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Following Morning . . . .

Prowl on-lined feeling slightly cramped but contented. He flipped on his optics and found that he was still lying in the couch he had settled into last night, in order catch up with any work that needed his attention. He realised now that maybe he should have gone into recharge when his bond-mate did. The Dodge Charger pushed himself up into a sitting position with a soft groan as his back and door wings protested against the movement, he quickly searched for the data-pads and the stylus he had been using yesterday only to find them stacked in a neat pile upon the table in front of the couch; no doubt put there by Jazz. The tactician searched along the bond he shared with the saboteur and found him in the wash rack, he checked his chronometer to find it a little after 08 hundred hours. He pushed himself up and out of the couch taking a moment or two to stretch out the kinks in his back and limbs before stepping over to the dispenser to fill one of the many bottles with the sparkling's specially made energon formula as without a doubt his son would wake shortly demanding his morning feed. And right on cue, Prowl heard the first whimpers from his sparkling's room, he shook the warm bottle as he made his way across to the open doorway knowing that he needed to get to Bluestreak before the infant worked himself up into a fit.

Prowl stepped into his creation's room and brought the lights up by half only for Bluestreak's rooting to intensify, the Dodge Charger projected reassurance to the unhappy sparkling as he made his way over to the infant's crib. Bluestreak's baby blue optics instantly fell upon his father and he made grabbing motions with his little hands, the tactician shook his head in amusement as he placed the bottle upon the table next to the crib then reached for the loudly keening sparkling. Prowl rested him against his chest plates before reaching for the bottle and without further delay popped the durable plastic top into Bluestreak's mouth instantly silencing his whimpers and the distress filtering through the bond, which no doubt would have Jazz come running to soothe him enough to take his energon. But thankfully the little grey infant hadn't got to the point where he wanted his spark carrier instead of his sire.

Bluestreak kept his baby blue optics focused upon his creator's facial plates until a movement from the corner of his optics had him pulling away from the bottle and staring curiously at the tip of a door wing that appeared over his father's right shoulder and was slowly waving back and forth, Jazz likened the motion to a butterfly when it was resting and one he found very cute. Particularly more so now that Prowl was performing the display nearly every hour of the day with the exception of when he was in recharge. Then they drove Jazz mad with their twitching instead. The tactician attempted to draw his creation's attention back to the bottle by gently running the tip of the plastic bit against Bluestreak's lip components. However the little grey infant was far more interested in his father's door wings and valiantly trying to flutter his own little stubby ones but all he managed to do was twitch them up and down slightly. Disappointed by his own efforts, a sad little frown appeared upon his young facial plates and Prowl on instinct projected reassurance and comfort to his sparkling before drooping his door wings so his creation could no longer see them.

"Sounds like someone's not a happy sparkling at the moment." Came the saboteur's voice from the door way, the Dodge Charger glanced across to his bond-mate as he began bouncing Bluestreak on his arms. Jazz stepped into the room and made his way to his mate and unhappy creation, the Solstice glanced down at his whimpering offspring before his gaze shifted to the half empty bottle dangling from Prowl's hand "want me to take him?"

The tactician gently handed Bluestreak to his spark carrier "You might be able to get him to take the rest of his bottle."

"Normally he's not fussy, what happened?" Jazz inquired as he sat down upon the berth and after a few failed attempts, he managed to get Bluestreak to finish the rest of the bottle. The Solstice placed the empty bottle down next to him before removing the sparkling from the blanket, he placed him over his left thigh to begin massaging and tapping the little grey infant's back plates. Bluestreak squirmed at first and sounded his displeasure at being removed from his warm and comfy cocoon with irritated clicking and loud beeps, that was until Jazz's efforts to wind him started to produce a rhythm that began to soothe him. The saboteur chuckled "like father, like son."

"Truly." Prowl responded "and to answer your question, the reason for his earlier upset was due to a new fascination he's developed." The special ops officer raised a single optic up at him.

"Fascination?" Jazz inquired as he watched his mate's door wings rise up to their normal relaxed positions whilst the ones flanking his hips flared out behind him.

"He finds my door wings intriguing." The tactician replied as he crossed the room to the small table that held a few things like wash cloths, a couple of bottles filled with cleaning solvents that had been made suitable for the sparkling (as they were currently having to use that to clean the week old infant at the moment), a fluffy roll of material that the humans called cotton wool and several drying cloths. They couldn't bathe him yet until his dermal plating had hardened and his chest plates had fully developed, so they were relegated to using either a wash cloth or cotton wool and the cleaning formula to wipe down the sparkling's light grey plating "and the reason for his upset was that he tried to mimic them with his own."

The Solstice chuckled as he sat Bluestreak on his little aft with one hand behind his back supporting him, Jazz gently poked the infant's belly earning him a sound that suspiciously sounded like giggling "Well see if he can do it now that nothin' is restrictin' them." The Dodge Charger raised a single optic ridge questioningly at his mate not sure whether he wanted to see a look of disappointment and failure upon the facial plates of a life as young as Bluestreak. But none the less crossed the room and crouched before the berth the Solstice was sat on with their sparkling in his lap.

"Blue." He rumbled to get the infant's attention, the loudly chirping and clicking sparkling turned from his daddy to his father and renewed his chirps, clicks and coos with vigour until he saw his creator's door wings flutter then he fell quiet. Baby blue optics watched intently as his father fluttered, twitched and waved his door wings back and forth before a look of concentration appeared upon Bluestreak's facial plates. Both parents watched as their sparkling attempted with all his might to mimic the small motions his father was doing with his own door wings and after a few failed attempts was successful in his persistence to get them to move. The little stubby protrusions that had no problem rising into a 'V' formation when he subconsciously thought about them, flickered back and forth then fluttered when Bluestreak squealed in delight at his accomplishment. Prowl smiled at his son and could feel the excitement the sparkling was feeling, filtering through the bond before the loud chirping and clicking started again including the sparkling's new found ability to flutter his sensory panels.

::// See, ya far from borin' love.\\:: Jazz told his mate as he pushed himself up from the berth with Bluestreak wriggling in the crook of his left arm making loud irritated chirping noises. Prowl pushed himself up to his full height as he watched his mate lay the infant down upon a thin blanket that the silver mech laid out one handed before taking the cleansing solution, the small bowel they were using at the moment and the cloth from the tactician. The black and white watched as Bluestreak squeaked at the cold sensation upon his arm as the Solstice gently applied the corner of a cleaning cloth with solution on before renewing his wriggling upon the cloth, Prowl was about to kneel down beside Jazz when the silver mech rested a hand upon his chest plates and pushed him back. The tactician frowned at his mate as usually they cleaned their sparkling together, as one served as a distraction so the other could get Bluestreak clean "wash rack love, you smell like the med-bay." Prowl's frown deepened but when he 'sniffed' his upper arm, he could smell the sterility that was usually associated with the med-bay.

::// Will you be alright with Blue?"\\:: The Dodge Charger inquired as he watched as his son kick up a protest about being cleaned.

::// I'll be fine love, go.\\:: The Solstice told him as he wiped the cloth down the inside of the sparkling's arm down to the shoulder joint before dipping it in the small bowl of cleanser. Prowl watched for a couple more seconds as the silver mech squeezed the cloth to get rid of the extra liquid then gently applied it to their sparkling's delicate chest plates before finally stepping out of the room and toward their wash rack. Bluestreak continued to voice his disapproval of such 'treatment' with loud twittering and irritated clicks ad even made it a chore for Jazz to clean his limbs by flailing them until the saboteur picked the infant up and set him on his front. The sparkling grunted his disapproval and flared his stubby sensory panels then twitched them up into a 'V' position, Jazz chuckled at the infant's behaviour as he gently grasped one of the little appendages to clean it whilst he sent thoughts of love, comfort and reassurance through the bond soothing the unhappiness racing through the little one's spark.

The Solstice began humming the lullabies he had adopted from the humans culture and Bluestreak instantly began to settle, Jazz humming to the infant always settled him down no matter the fit he had worked himself into. The sparkling continued to chirp as the silver mech wiped down the rest of his derma plating then turned him over onto his back taking some time to lay the little one's sensory panels flat, he gently poked Bluestreak's abdominal plates prompting a giggle to escape the little grey mech before he wrapped the bottom half of the blanket the sparkling was lying upon around his legs and middle. Jazz handed Bluestreak a soft toy to play with which instantly went into the sparkling's mouth to be sampled as he pushed himself onto his feet and stepped across the room, the little grey infant watched as his spark carrier placed the blue blanket he had been bundled in back into the crib. The saboteur took the blanket (which had been a gift from Will Lennox and his wife) off the side of the crib and stepped back over to Bluestreak who was still quite happily chewing on the soft toy.

"That's not supposed to go in ya mouth lil Blue." Jazz told his creation as he picked the sparkling up and settled him into the crook of his left arm, Bluestreak simply chirped at him through a mouthful of toy. The saboteur stepped out of the room but not before turning out the lights and made his way over to the dispenser where he retrieved two mugs from the cupboard above it, sporadic clicks escaped the sparkling as Jazz filled the two mugs with energon then carried them across to the small table. The Solstice perched himself upon the couch and glanced down at Bluestreak who was staring at him with bright baby blue optics whilst muffled chirps escaped his vocaliser, the silver mech gently pried the head of the soft toy out of the sparkling's mouth and pressed it into the little grey infant's diminutive hand. However it quickly ended up back where it was initially; in Bluestreak's mouth "just like ya father, stickin' things in ya mouth."

"I believe that is something you should not be talking to our creation about." Prowl said as he stepped across the room and glanced over the top of the couch and down at his son who was happily sprawled in his mate's lap.

"Who said I was talkin' about that." Jazz replied as he glanced up at his lover "I may have been referrin' ta that time when ya chewed on ya stylus and choked on th' bit ya broke off."

Prowl stepped round the couch and sat beside his mate "Must you remind me of that." He stroked the back of a finger down Bluestreak's forehead and was met with muffled chirps, clicks and coos.

"Well it was kinda ya own fault love." The Solstice told him as he sipped his mug of energon, he happily left out the part where he had been tormenting Prowl's sensory panels at the time the incident occurred. Ratchet had been less than pleased when he had shown up in the office and smacked the tactician upon the back plates to dislodge the foreign object then left. But not before lecturing the duo of course. However Prowl still hadn't grown out of chewing on the end of his stylus and Jazz still proceeded to pester the black and white in his office.

"We have our appointment with Ratchet at oh nine hundred." Prowl reminded the Solstice as he sipped his own mug of warm energon whilst tracing the small plates that formed Bluestreak's palm, the sparkling giggled and wrapped his tiny fingers around the tactician's index finger to prevent him from tickling his palm any further.

"I know, no need ta remind me." Jazz responded as he placed his empty mug upon the table, he sat back and glanced down at Bluestreak who was attempting to fit his father's finger in his mouth alongside the head of the toy he already had in there. In the end the sparkling pulled the toy from his mouth and started hitting Jazz with it whilst he shoved the tactician's finger straight into his mouth "looks like we're definitely gonna have ta sparklin' proof the place." That meant the Solstice's usual clutter that hogged corners of the room or near the shelving units where they were supposed to be would have to be tidied and then moved up out of the way.

"Not for a while yet." The tactician said as he wiggled his index finger out of the infant's mouth and hand, the black and white mech got to his feet before plucking Bluestreak out of Jazz's lap and settling him high upon his left shoulder. The Solstice dragged himself out of the couch and followed his mate out of their quarters and toward the med-bay. The corridors were slightly chillier than normal leaving Prowl with the task to try and bundle the blanket around a squirming sparkling, Bluestreak was energetically displaying his excitement about being able to see his father's door wings with loud chirps and feeble attempts to mimic his creator's wing movements with his own smaller ones.

"Somehow I don't think the fascination for ya door wings are gonna wear off any time soon." Jazz told his mate as he circled round him and hid behind one of the white wings before glancing round it commencing a game of peek a boo with their sparkling. But it didn't last long as the doors for the repair bay came into view whilst Bluestreak warbled tiredly at his spark carrier right before tucking his head into the side of Prowl's neck, although he didn't drop off into recharge straight away. Jazz smoothed a clawed hand over the infant's head before stepping into the repair bay first. The sight that met his optics was amusing in itself as on the far side was Hound, Mirage and Ratchet. Both the spy and the tracker were covered head to the in mud and dust whilst the CMO was pounding dents out of the Ford GT's back armour plates. The Solstice heard Prowl utter something about not letting their sparkling get dirty before the tactician stepped away from him with a now slumbering Bluestreak perched upon his shoulder, Jazz shook his head in amusement as he made his way across to the Hummer and his two subordinates.

"I'd ask but I'm not sure whether I'd like th' answer?" The saboteur inquired as he watched Mirage wince when Ratchet none too gently pounded a dent out upon the spy's lower back.

Hound glanced at his superior with a sheepish look upon his facial plates "We had a little off roading accident."

"Accident my aft." The Hummer began "you young bots tend to get more injuries from simple 'accidents' than fighting the slaggin' Decepticons for Primus' sake, I swear each and every one of you is determined to send me over the edge at full speed."

"Nah Ratch you were crazy before we met ya." Jazz added unhelpfully before having to duck out of the way when a tool sailed through the air in his direction, there was a startled yelp from Prowl when the wrench intended to injure his mate, slid past his feet. The Solstice frowned disapprovingly at the medic and knew his expression would be mirrored by his mate before a surge of over protectiveness from Prowl echoed in his spark.

"Is Bluestreak well?" Mirage inquired as he glanced from the tactician to his superior.

"Yea he's doin' fine." The silver mech responded "in fact Hound ya can go take a look if ya want." The tracker glanced at the Solstice somewhat surprised before quietly making his way over to Prowl and subsequently Bluestreak. However he managed to get but a couple of feet from the Dodge Charger when he saw the black and white's door wings flare up into a 'V' position warning the green Jeep Wrangler not to come any closer. Jazz shot his mate a disapproving look but the resolve to protect their sparkling was transmitting quite clearly through their bond "tell ya what, you guys get cleaned up and meet us in th' rec. room." The other bonded couple nodded their agreement whilst the Solstice made his way over to Prowl chiding his mate for his behaviour over their bond. However the tactician refused to let his guard down whilst the other two special ops mechs were still in the room until finally Ratchet booted the pair of them out with a threat that he would reformat them the next time they attempted off roading when only one of them was capable of doing so.

"Prowl you can stand down now." Ratchet told the black and white as he stepped over to where his tools were and picked up his portable scanner before making his way over to the tactician and the saboteur.

Jazz scrutinised his mate closely "Is the over protectiveness normal Ratch?"

The CMO glanced at the Solstice before his gaze trailed to the Dodge Charger "Yes it is." The medic then scrutinised the silver mech "however I was expecting you to exhibit the behaviour not the other way around, have you felt the compunction to be over protective at all?"

"No." Jazz replied.

"Yes." Prowl said, the Solstice caught his gaze and frowned at him "many a time during our stay here in the med-bay." Jazz was about to argue his point when he realised that yes he had been a little over protective the past week but not in the same way as Prowl had behaved toward Mirage and Hound.

Ratchet waited to see if the pair were going to start one of their infamous arguments but when the Solstice visibly deflated he knew it wasn't going to happen "Alright you up on the berth then I'll take some readings of Bluestreak after." Jazz nodded and clambered up onto the berth and waited for the CMO to declare his medically fit since it had been too long since he had last transformed into his alt. mode, that and he didn't need any reoccurring health problems for when he returned to full active service. However a small part of him hoped that there was as he wanted to observe Bluestreak's first year of life but although Mirage had done well in his place whilst he had been 'sparked', no-one could replace him or his expertise. He realised his thoughts had passed through the bond when Prowl's door wings drooped slightly and their sparkling shifted uneasily in his sleep, Jazz managed a small smile which soon grew when his bond-mate began sending reassuring and comforting thoughts through the bond that not only put him at ease but their creation as well.

Ratchet ran his scan of the Solstice but he could not help but notice a couple of new glyphs upon the long left silver fin, not too mention that Jazz's energy signature had changed and the Allspark shard that had once resided inside of his spark chamber was no longer there. The medic kept his concerns well under wraps as he declared the special ops officer fit and healthy and that his transformation circuits would come back on-line in the next few days before he instructed Prowl to lie Bluestreak down upon the berth Jazz had just vacated. The tiny infant didn't stir from his morning nap although as soon as his blanket was opened, he squeaked and curled his small fragile body up into a tight ball. Ratchet quickly made his visual inspection of Bluestreak to make sure his derma plating was developing properly then covered him again to stave off the slight chill in the air. Both parents watched as the Hummer ran the portable scanner over their sparkling's miniature form.

"How was your first night with him?" The medic inquired as he inspected the results only to frown at what he saw. Both Jazz and Prowl glanced at Bluestreak in concern before the tactician spoke up.

"He was fine last night. Ratchet is there something wrong?"

The CMO glanced at the Solstice and Dodge Charger, he knew that he needed to reassure the pair of them by not revealing what was on the scanner. They had enough to deal with without adding this to it "Everything is fine, he's perfectly healthy." Ratchet caught Jazz looking at him and he knew the saboteur wasn't quite convinced, even Prowl looked at him sceptically "I thought I saw something that warranted my attention that was all but everything appears to be in order, you're all free to go." Both progenitors still didn't look convinced but they didn't press the issue any further, Jazz moved forward to claim Bluestreak and curled him against his chest armour "I'll check through Bluestreak's readings and notify you if I do find something, I'll also contact you about making another appointment."

"Sure Ratch" The Solstice said as he made his way to the doors, Prowl remained a moment longer still not quite convinced about his child's well being but none the less joined his mate at the door before the pair of them stepped out of the room. Ratchet watched them leave then headed toward his office, he needed to review the data he had before informing Optimus of the findings he had that were both startling and worrying at the same time. He knew eventually he would have to tell Prowl and Jazz about their sparkling, and was not looking forward to the day when they would have that conversation.

The journey to the recreation room was quiet as neither Prowl nor Jazz spoke to one another since they left the med-bay, even their bond was quiet as the pair quietly brooded over what was wrong with their son and why Ratchet was being secretive all of a sudden. They kept their thoughts and feelings to a minimum as they wanted Bluestreak to be in a complacent mood for when he finally met the other Autobots and humans. Both the Solstice and the Dodge Charger entered the rec. room to find it relatively empty although it was somewhat expected since the first shift had started about 2 hours ago. Who they did find was Ironhide sat at one of the tables cleaning and inspecting his weapons, Major Lennox and Sergeant Epps were over in the humans corner of the room going through paperwork that would without a doubt keep them occupied for most of the morning if not the afternoon as well. Also in the room much to Prowl's disgruntlement was the twins whom were deeply engrossed in a game that involved hacking zombies to pieces, the tactician decided there and then that the games would be better off played later in the evening once Bluestreak was much older. He cringed inwardly when he saw Sideswipe whoop when a zombie was very messily and noisily killed by a gun of some kind.

"We were beginning to wander when we were going to see the tyke." Epps said as he glanced in the bonded couple's direction.

"Morning guys." Lennox greeted them as he set his pen down and leant back in his chair, he smiled when he saw the blanket that Bluestreak was wrapped up in was the one his wife had made in-between being a mother and a housewife. Will knew he would have to let Sarah know that her hard labour had not been in vain, and that the blanket was a perfect fit as she had fretted over the general size of it. Ironhide had told her it was fine and would eventually be used as a comfort blanket as Bluestreak got older.

"Mornin' to ya Major an' Sergeant." The Solstice responded as he moved closer to the humans whilst Prowl watched as Sideswipe glanced over the top of the couch at him, he proceeded to elbow his twin in the side, chanting his brother's name. The not so 'Sunny' bot snarled at him and raised a fist intending to hit his twin when his character died however the gold Lamborghini quickly deflated and uncurled his fist when he saw Prowl's reflection in the television screen. He grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath as he backtracked through the menu to find out where he had last saved so he could start the game again. The tactician stepped over to where his mate was proudly showing off their sparkling to the two army rangers who were now sat upon Ironhide's shoulders so they could get a better look, Prowl heard footsteps behind him and glanced over his shoulder to see Sideswipe making his way over.

"That's twenty bucks you owe me." Lennox said as he held out his left hand out to Epps and twitched his fingers as if to say 'gimme', Robert Epps cursed under his breath as he fished into his left back pocket and pulled out his wallet, he reluctantly handed over the two green notes to a triumphant looking Will.

"Dare I ask what ya betted on?" Jazz inquired as he rubbed soothing circles upon Bluestreak's back plates.

"On who the kid looks like." Epps replied "thankfully I'm not the only one who thought that lil Blue was gonna look like you."

Sideswipe stopped in his advance when he heard that "Wait! What?!" Lennox chuckled at the red Lamborghini's expression since he knew the front-liner was also hoping for the sparkling to look like Jazz rather than Prowl "you gotta be kiddin' me? It's bad enough we already have one Prowl without having another one around." The Solstice frowned at Sideswipe whilst the tactician's door wings began to rise up into the infamous 'V' formation, the red Lamborghini noticed the somewhat hurt expression upon the silver mech's facial plates "I mean I'm glad Blue's here an' all an' that you're back to normal but don't ya think ya coulda . . . ."

THUNK!

"Son of a glitch! What was that for?!" Sideswipe demanded as he rubbed the back of his helm where Ironhide had clipped him. The weapons specialist never got the chance to come back with a remark when Bluestreak on-lined and started emitting irritated clicks, chirps and beeps at whoever the offender was that woke him up, Jazz gently nuzzled his small grey head and murmured comforting words to the rather vocal sparkling "urgh he sounds like he's lecturing me the same way you do."

"Actually." Prowl began as he smoothed a hand over his son's head "he is behaving exactly the same way that Jazz does when he's pulled out of recharge ahead of schedule."

"Like someone else I know." Lennox replied as he glared at Epps, the master sergeant simply shrugged at his superior officer. The others whilst they had been in Iraq four years ago, had given Will the chore of waking Robert in the morning after having various pieces of the man's itinerary thrown at them. In the end they had resorted to more underhanded tactics that did include cold water being thrown or dribbled onto the man, after that Epps always made the effort to be up before his team mates. The two men returned their attention to the sparkling as the irritated clicks, beeps and chirps became soft coos and clicks however the montage of vocalisation from Bluestreak did not stop for one moment. Both Lennox and Epps now fully understood why the sparkling had been given the Earth expressionism 'blue streak' as a designation, and it suited him exceptionally well.

"You know ya life is never gonna be quiet ever again." The master sergeant told the tactician.

Prowl gave a small smile at that "My life has never been quiet since I met Jazz." The saboteur gave his bond-mate a mock hurt expression "but I would have it no other way." Jazz snorted at that, there had been many a time when the tactician had locked the silver mech out of their quarters or his office so he could get a few minutes of peace.

"Here Sideswipe wanna hold him?" The special ops mech inquired as he glanced at the red Lamborghini, the front-liner looked at Jazz as if he had finally stepped off the deep end whilst Prowl's door wing's flared up behind him.

"I'll pass, I might drop him." The red warrior replied however his decision was quickly changed when he heard his twin utter 'wuss' under his breath, Sideswipe gritted his denta refusing to snap back at his brother that would without a doubt start a fight between them and the last thing he wanted was to be sent somewhere where he would have to listen to his brother bitch about his paintwork for Primus knows how long "I changed my mind but I swear if I drop him I'm not being held responsible."

"You held Bumblebee when he was a sparklin' an' ya never dropped him." Ironhide said, Sideswipe grinned sheepishly at the weapons specialist "you dropped 'im?!"

"It was only the once, the little fragger wouldn't stop squirming and he just slipped out of my arms." The red Lamborghini admitted as he stepped back and away from the GMC Topkick Truck. He remembered that day quite clearly when Bumblebee had been given to him and his brother to watch over, the little yellow bot had squirmed so much that he had slipped from the front-liner's arms and fallen to the floor. Luckily enough it had been an easy escape as Bumblebee had neither been injured or cried, in fact he had just clambered to his feet and bolted across the room and never uttered a word about it whilst Sideswipe had been contemplating the quickest way to off-line himself.

"Well I'm sure you're not gonna drop Blue beside ya weren't the only one ta drop 'Bee." Jazz said as he stepped toward the red Lamborghini, both Prowl and Ironhide stared at the back of the Solstice in disbelief.

"How come I'm only hearin' about all this now?" The weapons specialist demanded as he watched the saboteur hand over the infant to Sideswipe.

"Because we'd know what ya would have done ta us if we had even uttered a single word to ya, Optimus knew about every little mishap though." Jazz told Ironhide as he corrected the hold the red Lamborghini had on Bluestreak especially once the sparkling started wriggling to make himself more comfortable in the front-liner's hold.

::// Whose the wuss now Sunny?\\:: Sideswipe mocked his twin through their bond, the gold Lamborghini flinched ever minutely and his grip tightened upon the controller pad which creaked in his grasp ::// Pompous two bit git.\\:: Sunstreaker proceeded to ignore his brother as he knew Sideswipe was using Bluestreak to his advantage since the gold warrior wouldn't be able to lay a finger on him.

:/ Sides stop tormenting' Sunny.\: Jazz sent over the internal comm.'s, he watched as the gold warrior visibly tensed and showed subtle hints in body language that he and his twin were communicating over their bond :/ besides use ya energy in answerin' ma son before he starts twitterin' at ya.\:

Sideswipe glanced down at the sparkling in his arms and smiled before clicking in response to every one of Bluestreak's chirps, beeps and clicks, the little grey infant gave off a whirl of curiosity before his gaze fell upon something on top of Sideswipe's helm.

"What have you seen that's got your interest?" The red Lamborghini inquired even though he would not get an answer, well one that he could understand anyway. Bluestreak wiggled an arm out of his blanket and reached up, little fingers making grabbing motions "what are you after little one?" Sideswipe proceeded to look around him to see what had caught the sparkling's attention but nothing he saw was prominent enough unless you counted the flat screen TV where zombies were being ruthlessly killed.

"Sides it's a little closer ta home." The Solstice told the red Lamborghini when he noticed the direction in which his creation was reaching in, Sideswipe glanced at the silver mech in confusion before it changed to one of surprise when Jazz pointed to one of his helm horns. It quickly dawned on the front-liner why Bluestreak was making grabbing motions in the direction of his head.

"Yea I got them too, although they're no where near dangerous looking as ya spark carrier's." Sideswipe told the sparkling as he stepped away from Bluestreak's creators introducing him to a few things that he considered 'fundamental' to the sparkling's integration into the human's culture and development.

"Funny how it takes one sparklin' to calm an' obnoxious twin." Ironhide said as he placed Lennox and Epps upon the floor then turned to the Solstice and Dodge Charger "so have ya both thought of a guardian or guardians for the tyke yet?"

"Not yet." Prowl replied as he continued to keep an optic on Sideswipe who was chatting quite happily with Bluestreak in the humans language then he would swap to Cybertronian before reverting back to the rudimentary code sparkling's used to communicate.

"Acutally I have." Jazz said, both the weapons specialist and the tactician glanced at him curiously, the pair of them anxious to know who the saboteur had chosen. More so the Dodge Charger since the silver mech hadn't run any potential candidate names for the role past him yet and he was beginning to dread who his mate had chosen.

Ironhide quirked a single optic ridge up at Jazz "And?"

"And I decided upon the twins."

There was various reactions all around, Sideswipe instantly stopped chatting with the little grey infant and looked at the Solstice in surprise however he wasn't the only one; the weapons specialist looked completely flabbergasted. Out of the corner of his vision he could see Sunstreaker's look of absolute horror whilst the sound of someone spluttering and choking followed by a string of human profanities reached his audios. Jazz barely had the chance to see Will glare at his team mate as he mopped up the coffee upon the front of his t-shirt when he heard the mechanical whine of a systems shutdown. He turned in time to witness his mate's optics go dark and shutter before he toppled backwards. The Solstice made a grab for one of his lover's arms in order to prevent his fall from injuring his door wings only to succeed in getting pulled down with the tactician, and landing upon him in a compromising position.

Jazz pushed himself up and off his mate and knelt down beside the unconscious military strategist. He turned his head in the direction Sideswipe was in when he heard his sparkling whimper unhappily, the saboteur sent a burst of comfort and reassurrance to Bluestreak and the infant instantly quietened.

"Your CPU glitchin' or somethin'?" Ironhide inquired as he finally overcame his shock at the announcement "because why would you in ya right mind choose the twins?!"

"Coz we're awesome." The red Lamborghini told the black mech as he sat down upon the couch next to his twin who looked at his brother as if he had finally gone insane.

"I have ma reasons." Jazz replied as he attempted to bring his bond-mate out of stasis lock. But after a few failed attempts, the Solstice knew his best bet was with Ratchet and activated his comm. link.

:/ Ratchet here.\:

:/ Ratch gotta problem, Prowl's dropped in ta stasis lock in th' rec. room.\: Jazz told the medic.

:/ Do I dare ask what you said or did to him?\: The question sounded accussing but the saboteur simply ignored it.

:/ Probably not a good idea.\: The Solstice replied.

:/ Alright I'm on my way.\: The comm. link went quiet and the saboteur glanced down at his bond-mate, he knew he had some explaining to do once Prowl came back on-line. The silver mech turned his attention toward the door way of the recreation room when he heard the doors whoosh open and spotted both Hound and Mirage stepping into the room, the pair of them now clean although their paintwork was sporting varied scrapes and chips. Both of the newcomers glanced in Jazz's direction in concern when they saw Prowl upon the floor out cold.

"What happened?" The spy inquired as he and his bond-mate made their way over.

"Jazz dropped a proverbial bomb shell on us." Ironhide began "he's named Blue's guardians." The two mechs glanced at their superior who met their gaze.

"I choose th' twins as Blue's guardians." Jazz replied, he saw the surprised looks both his subordinates gave him before he glanced across the room to where Sideswipe was speaking to his son about the gold Lamborghini. The saboteur smiled when the red Lamborghini explained to Bluestreak that Sunstreaker was really a nice guy once one got to know him but just liked being mean to the others. The Solstice was suddenly surprised when he saw his sparkling making grabbing motions towards the gold Lamborghini. Sunstreaker was doing his best to ignore the loudly chirping and cooing infant but in the end his resolved crumbled and he reluctantly dropped the game controller he had been holding, Sideswipe immediately began instructing his brother how to cradle his arms only to receive a few snide remarks in reply before Bluestreak was deposited in his arms.

All in the room watched as the gold front-liner visibly tensed and generally looked uncomfortable at holding the tiny Cybertronian but as the seconds began to trickle by into minutes, Sunstreaker began to relax and grow accustomed to holding Bluestreak until the sparkling 'sneezed'. The gold Lamborghini's upper lip curled up in disgust at the little droplets of fluid upon his chest plates but Bluestreak didn't find him scary in the slightest, in fact he smiled innocently at the front-liner before continuing on with his never ending clicking and chirping.

"I believe you have made the right choice in guardians." Mirage said as he made his way to the Solstice then dropped down onto one knee and thrust his arms out before him and gripped his right fist with his left, Jazz glanced at him curiously before the spy spoke to him in their native tongue and he responded in turn.

"What's goin' on?" Lennox inquired as he watched the two special ops mechs across him, the Cybertronians rarely ever spoke about let alone performed any of their rituals here on Earth. The only one they had been privy too in the four years that the Autobots had been on their planet, was Jazz and Prowl's bonding ceremony. But even then, it hadn't been the full ritual however it had been the human's first glimpse into Cybertronian society.

"Watch." Ironhide replied, Will frowned at the black weapons specialist but none the less glanced back toward the spy to see him get to his feet and making his way over to Sunstreaker since he was still holding Bluestreak. The blue and white Ford GT began speaking to the sparkling in Cybertronian and brushed the back of a finger down the infant's forehead and nose, Bluestreak's very vocal clicks and chirps fell silent as he watched the new comer speak to him in a strange language. The spy finished his passage and reached into his sub-space and removed a folded white piece of cloth and gently placed it in Bluestreak's diminutive palm and curled his fingers around it. Mirage smiled at the sparkling as he immediately tried to shove the folded cloth into his mouth only for Sunstreaker to pry it out of his fingers, and hand it over to the saboteur as he came to investigate what the spy had given his son.

"So are you gonna fill us in about what just happened?" Will asked as he made his way across to the silver Solstice who had opened the cloth and was gazing down at the tiny object cocooned within.

Jazz glanced toward where the spy was standing with his bond-mate "Thanks 'Raj." The blue and white Ford GT dipped his head in acknowledgement before glancing over his shoulder to see Ratchet step into the room.

"So?" Will asked, the saboteur glanced down at him before following the humans gaze to the object in his hand.

"It's an age old tradition, that was largely practised by the nobles from the towers on our home world long before the war started." Jazz began to explain as he watched Ratchet attend to his unconscious mate "A mech or femme would give a gift to a new sparklin' to wish them good luck an' fortune." The silver mech knelt down and showed the Major the highly polished red/purple crystal in his palm that had gold Cybertronian embelms craved down one of its sides.

"We have a similiar one, where a mother will give her first grandaughter a piece of silver, which generally most times is the first charm that goes onto a bracelet, for good luck and fortune." Lennox replied, he was beginning to realise just how very much a like their two species were and wandered what other traditions or ceremonies that were similiar to their own.

The Solstice covered the rare Praxian crystal up again and stood "Cybertronians also have another ceremony that was long ago practised, I believe the human equivilent is Baptism"

"Really?" Epps inquired as he glanced at a just an equally surprised Lennox.

"Yea man really, an' I know Prowler's gonna want the ceremony for lil Blue." Jazz replied as he glanced over to where the CMO and his bond-mate was, he could feel Prowl coming back to awareness and started moving in that direction before Ratchet called for him. The tactician pushed himself unsteadily up into a sitting position and blinked his optic shutters several times as he tried to clear his fuzzy processor, the Solstice reached out and gently gripped his bond-mate's right upper arm.

"What happened?" The Dodge Charger inquired as he met his mate's gaze. The saboteur knew the black and white mech was experiencing the usual after processor crash effects, that generally ended up with him having to help his lover remember what happened before he slipped into stasis lock.

Jazz's hand mitigated from Prowl's upper arm down to the white hand that was sat in the tactician's lap "What's the last thing ya remember?" Prowl's gaze shifted from his bond-mate's and glanced around the room before he saw the twins on the other side of the room. Suddenly it came back to him and he felt the beginning of stasis lock once again when he remembered exactly what Jazz had said moments before he lost consciousness; his mate had named the twins as his son's guardians. The twins of all mechs! "oh no ya don't Prowler stay wit' me 'ere!" The saboteur pulled his hand away from his mate's and roughly grabbed a shoulder joint where he jabbed a clawed finger into a pressure point, the pain was enough to jolt the military strategist back to his senses. Prowl pulled away sharply from his mate and scowled at him whilst Ratchet frowned disapprovingly at the Solstice but Jazz simply ignored him "before ya decide ta crash ya processor again, look at th' twins, an' I mean really look."

One of the tactician's optic ridges rose at his mate's strange request before glancing across to where the twins were sat upon the couch, he pushed back the thoughts that the twins weren't exactly the ideal candidates for guardians to the back of his mind as he took in the scene before him. Sunstreaker was still holding Bluestreak but was now gently rocking the sparkling into recharge whilst Sideswipe hummed softly, a complete opposite to the two mechs he had come to know as being violent, obnoxious and arrogant. It almost seemed unnatural to him to see them in that state and Prowl was slowly beginning to understand why Jazz had chosen them as their creation's guardians, they were both loyal, self sacrificing mechs that would sooner put themselves in the line of fire to protect their comrades, and with their fierce determination meant that any Decepticon stupid enough to try and steal Bluestreak from them would sorely regret it.

"If I had known a sparkling would calm the twins down, I would have encouraged someone to have one sooner." Ratchet commented as he watched the scene with the twins also, a smile made its way onto both Prowl and Jazz's facial plates as they saw a smile creep up onto the usually surly Sunstreaker's face "well I ought to be getting back to the med-bay."

The Solstice glanced at the medic "Thanks Ratch."

"Just don't lock up his logic circuits again or I will have to reformat you into some sort of kitchen appliance." The Hummer threatened good naturedly.

"I'll try not too." The saboteur replied as he helped pull his bond-mate to his feet "but you an' I have somethin' to discuss."

Prowl was dragged across the room by his mate with a questioning look upon his facial plates "And what might that be?"

Ratchet knew exactly what the conversation was going to be as he made his way out of the recreation room, he had a feeling Prowl would say yes to the baptism of the sparkling after all it would bring closure to the two parents should anything happen to their sparkling. Not that he wanted anything to happen to Bluestreak especially with the new information he held upon the tiny infant. In fact he decided, whilst he was thinking about the small Cybertronian, to head back to the med-bay and grab the information he had on the sparkling then head up to Optimus. The CMO was about to input the code to the med-bay when the doors whooshed open and one of the humans med techs stepped out blatantly ignoring him, his scanners registered however a slightly heightened heart rate but he put it down to surprising the human before stepping inside.

He made the casual sweep with his optics over the repair bay to make sure everything was in order, since after several hundred thousand millenia with the twins taught him to check on his equipment in case anything had been removed without his consent. Satisfied that everything was in order, Ratchet made his way over to his office and stepped inside. His gaze instantly fell upon the single data-pad sat next to the flat screen monitor which he quickly collected and headed back out of the med-bay and toward the control room. However a quick look inside told him that Optimus was not there and knew that the only other place the Prime would be; was his office. The medic knew that he should comm. his commander but he was feeling slightly paranoid about stating his intentions, that and he knew he might be able to catch Optimus in the act of recharging at his desk. Again. Ratchet pressed the call button on the side with his thumb and heard the Semi Peterbuilt grant him access, the doors whooshed open and he stepped hesitantly inside once he saw Red Alert there.

"If this is bad timing Sir, I can always come back later." The Hummer said as he glanced at the security director who looked about ready to have one of his paranoid fritzes. Optimus' gaze fell upon the single data-pad Ratchet was holding before meeting his gaze, the Prime had a feeling that what ever was on the data-pad was significantly important.

"It's alright Ratchet, you may stay." The blue and red mech replied from where he was sat behind his desk, the CMO stepped further into the room and the doors slid shut behind him. The medic's gaze instantly fell upon the large flat screen monitor that had been turned around and the highlighted files upon the screen "we believe we have a security breach."

"A security breach?" Ratchet asked as he perched himself in the spare chair, he saw Red Alert cringe slightly at that as it was up to the BMW emergency vehicle to keep the base's security in tip top condition. He also knew the red and white mech would take it personally that someone or bot (the medic frowned internally at that but knew of at least three mechs he could name straight away) had managed to get past his security systems.

"There have been several unauthorised log ins some dating back a few earth months ago." The security director started "I would have bet good energon on the special ops unit and that pestilence Sideswipe but since duty schedules and security footage shows them no where near the sites where the hack ins occurred, suggests that they are all innocent."

"Don't let Jazz hear you say that, you know exactly what happened the last time you accused his ops team of something they didn't do." Ratchet snapped at Red Alert. The CMO remembered quite clearly what happened, there had been an a fist fight between Jazz and Inferno when the latter stepped in during the argument in the security centre. It had taken the efforts of several mechs to pull the pair apart and a few more to pin the silver mech to the floor and have him cuffed then eventually sedated when he continued to free himself from the restraints. After the incident Red Alert had been made to apologise to the head of special ops for his jumping to conclusions whilst Jazz had been relegated brig time, of course it did not stop the ever paranoid mech from naming the special ops team first if there was ever a security breach or Sideswipe for that matter. And now with humans working along side them only seem to heighten his paranoia.

Optimus glanced from Red Alert to Ratchet "Has there been anyone you've noticed at all acting suspiciously?"

The medic contemplated his answer for the moment before one person in particular crossed his mind "I suppose I could pass her off for being naturally curious about the sparkling but Doctor Hendrickson would be worth looking into."

"Yes she might." Optimus replied, he recalled the incident a couple of months back when Barricade had escaped their holding centre and they had a run in with Agent Simmons who too had expressed a natural curiousity about the infant Cybertronian. Ever since then, Optimus would admit, there had not been a day that went by that the Autobot leader thought about what the humans would want with the information on their newest member to their 'family'. But nothing came to mind which frustrated him greatly, he wanted to protect the new little life will all his spark since he could very well be the last.

"I believe that we should haul her in for questioning, we may be able to find out who she has been divulging the information too and what they intend to do with it." Red Alert immediately suggested "also a rigourous background must be done too make sure she is not hiding anything."

"Red every one had their backgrounds checked before they were recruited to NEST." Ratchet explained to the security director "we participated in most of their interviews."

"I will contact Tom Banachek to have Doctor Hendrickson brought in for questioning however you are only to confer with them and not to involve yourself directly with their interrogations." Optimus told the red and white mech who opened his mouth plates ready to protest, well he would have done if not for the hand the Prime held up to silence him "am I understood?"

"Yes Sir." The security director replied reluctantly.

The semi Peterbuilt sat forward and rested his elbows upon his desk with his index fingers steepled in front of him, he glanced at his security director "Very well, I shall go over your reports and confer with you should I find anything but for now you are dismissed." The BMW emergency vehicle nodded in acknowledgement before taking his leave. The two mechs watched him step out of the office before Optimus released a long sigh from his intakes and pinched the bridge of his nasal plates with his thumb and index finger of his right hand.

"I suggest after your shift is finished that you report to your quarters for recharge." The CMO ordered his CO.

Prime smiled at that "Is that a suggestion or an order?"

Ratchet schooled a stern look at his leader "I can make it an order and let Ironhide take command of the base until I see your fit enough to return to duty."

"And I can imagine the mayhem now." The red and blue mech said as he sat back "so what can I do for you old friend?"

"Have a look over these readings." The CMO replied as he placed the data-pad he had been holding upon the desk and gave it a small shove with his fingers toward his commander, Optimus picked it up and turned it on and was met with the most recent scan of Jazz and his creation Bluestreak.

"Ratchet what is this all about?" Optimus inquired as he skimmed over the hastily made notes.

"When I ran a scan of both Jazz and Bluestreak this morning, I found some interesting changes that have occurred." The Hummer began to explain "the Allspark shard that was placed inside of our resident Solstice's spark chamber in order to revive him is no longer there."

"What?" Prime demanded as he looked up from the pad.

"I've also noticed that he's sporting new glyphs that closely remsemble the ones that you received after being blasted by the cube and subsquently before Bumblebee's birth." Ratchet replied.

"It's as though the Allspark shard was absorbed but the question is where did it go?" Optimus inquired. Ratchet reached across the desk, tilted the pad his leader was holding down so he could see the screen then shifted the page to reveal the scan he had taken of Bluestreak. The medic watched as his leader's optic ridges rose upwards in surprise before their gazes met "Ratchet were these results double checked?"

"Absolutely." The Hummer responded "originally I thought the Allspark signature Bluestreak was giving off was a side effect from being newly sparked by the shard but the more scans I started taking of him, the more I came to realise that the residual energy would have worn off by now."

"Do you mean to tell me . . . ." Optimus found himself unable to finish his sentence.

"The Allspark shard was absorbed by the sparkling's spark." Ratchet replied "I'm not sure whether its actually imbued Bluestreak with any of its qualities but then the infant is only an Earth week old."

"Renascentia."

"Sir?" The CMO inquired.

"It's the human's word in latin for rebirth, it translates very closely in our own language." Optimus replied as he handed the pad back to the medic "have you informed Prowl and Jazz?"

Ratchet took the data-pad from his leader "No not yet."

"Good I want it to remain that way for now." Prime told him as he sat back in his seat.

"Is that really wise?" The Hummer asked with a frown upon his facial plates.

"They have enough to concern themselves with, without adding this to the fray as well." The Semi Peterbuilt replied "that and if the information is overheard by the wrong individuals, this delicate piece of information on Bluestreak could fall into the wrong hands and I will not allowl any harm to come to the infant."

"Understood." Ratchet pushed himself out of his seat and was about to leave when he heard Prime speak up again.

"Have they chosen a guardian at all?" He inquired.

A smile appeared upon the Hummer's lip components "They have, well actually Jazz decided without Prowl's input but it seems they have come to an agreement on the individuals, which was something I did not expect." Optimus looked at him inquisitively "they decided upon the twins of all mechs."

Prime looked somewhat surprised at that statement but his expression quickly changed "A good choice."

"They also have a favour to ask of you." Ratchet began as he headed toward the door, he turned to face his long time friend "but before you go revising the covenant of Primus, I want you to head off to recharge after you're finished with those last two reports." Optimus glanced at him curiously but the medic refused to say more as he palmed the controls on the side of the door and stepped out into the corridor. The semi Peterbuilt watched him leave before turning back to the last two reports sat awaiting his attention, he was confused as to why he would need to revise the covenant of Primus until it slowly dawned upon him why. Jazz and Prowl wanted their infant to be recognised in the optics of Primus by being 'baptised'. The Prime was tempted to overlook the last two reports and download the old Cybertronian text but thought better of it when he remembered Ratchet's threat about removing him from duty and putting Ironhide in charge. He knew the old weapons master was a good leader but things always tended to get a little chaotic and if Prowl tried to assert his authority even though he was still technically off duty for another week, he could see tempers flaring and holes being made by cannon fire in the walls.

Yet Optimus could not find it in himself to pick up either one of those last two reports, as his CPU was too preoccupied upon the new development regarding Bluestreak. If the sparkling had indeed absorbed the Allspark shard, there was every chance that it could regenerate. If that was the case then the sparkling could be gifted with its powers which made him a neon target to the Decepticons once they discovered his presence, and they would they always did. Prime sighed through his intakes, things regarding the infant Cybertronian were beginning to become much more complicated than he originally thought and now fully understood Prowl's fears. He sat forward in his seat and accessesd the outside communications systems; he decided it was time to contact Defense Secretary Keller about the progress of Delta Gamma so they could make their move before either the humans or the Decepticons did.

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Early Evening - Temporary Decepticon base . . . .

Barricade was truly beginning to hate this planet in its entirety, not only had it been raining none stop all week but a run in with those pit forsaken Autobot twins had put the Mustang out of commission for several days. Which left him in the old hangar waiting for his injuries to heal with Frenzy and Ravage for company, the latter had kept himself to himself and spent most of his time padding around the perimeter of the large space just to work out the kinks in his limbs. Whilst the former was beginning to slowly drive him up the proverbial wall, the police interceptor knew the small hacker was bored not too mention restless and of course when Frenzy got bored everyone suffered from his antics to get attention. Barricade had booted the small silver boom box out of the hangar at one point and slid the door shut to prevent him from entering again but the little glitch quickly found a ventilation duct and managed to make his way back inside. The Mustang was grateful at the moment that Frenzy was currently hacking the human's Government files for any new possible locations that the EDF (earth defense force) might have taken refuge in, the team that had been tracking and keeping an optic on were no longer in the Nevada Desert at the place designated as Area 51. Barricade was sure they had not tipped off the humans since if they had, they surely would have been captured.

But for the moment he had other things preoccupying his mind, his little brother had been different lately, that very much he could tell as he probed the bond between them without alerting the Autobot's tactician to his intentions. He had tried to connect to the sparkling through the bond but he found it exceptionally difficult to do so without alerting either one of the two progenitors to his presence so he had not bothered. That was until recently when the Mustang opened the bond between him and Prowl and discovered that his brother's mood had changed significantly, he had racked his CPU for a reason why until he finally realised; the sparkling was now with them in the physical world. Barricade resisted the urge to face palm when he almost forgot about that little fact, of course his brother's glitch head of a bond-mate had been with sparkling the last time he had encountered them, although he had been hopeful that the injuries he had inflicted upon the Solstice were enough to kill the infant but obviously they weren't.

Barricade knew now that with the sparkling living in the material world, he/she would be passed off to caretakers who would be much clumsier in looking after the infant's wellbeing than its creators, and therefore make it an easier target to eliminate or capture. A sudden surge of protectiveness bloomed across his neural net at the thought of the sparkling being harmed in any way, and the Mustang growled in frustration at the unwanted emotion. The infant was now his enemy since he had been sparked an Autobot, and therefore he should not be feeling any sort of concern for its well being.

'Yes but he is family.' A small part of his original self at the back of his mind told him. Barricade grumbled to himself in Cybertronian, now his own thought processes were trying to reason with him, that what he was feeling was natural. The Mustang was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the familiar roar of a jet engine and quickly managed to school his facial plates into a neutral expression, he glanced toward the entrance to see Skywarp duck under the entrance and proceed into the hangar dripping water as he went.

"Slaggin' planet, been here nearly two Earth months now and I fraggin' hate it." The seeker grumbled. Barricade smiled at that, least he wasn't the only one who hated this back water planet then.

"Did you manage to get a signal through to Starscream?" The shock trooper inquired as he rested his right forearm upon his knee.

"Yea after making it through dozens of cloud layer and nearly gettin' zapped by a bolt of lightnin', can still feel it tinglin' in my circuits." Skywarp replied.

"And?" Barricade prompted.

"He said that they're chasing up an Autobot signal on this systems fourth planet." The seeker responded "he also said that it could take up to 4 orns depending upon the level of threat, and they've decided to abandon the Nemesis."

The black and white Mustang raised a single optic ridge at that "Not like Starscream to abandon ship."

Skywarp flicked some water off his left arm in Ravage's direction "Unless one of those fraggin' Autobots they're pursuing sabotaged the ship." The felinoid hissed at his comrade and moved to settle in a new dry location.

"Well I suppose Lord Starscream will be pleased to hear the information I have for him after his tedious journey here." Barricade said as he cast a glance in Frenzy's direction to find the spastic little scraplet was sat on his aft examining something he had discovered lying around whilst making curious noises as he poked and prodded it.

"Oh?" The black and purple seeker inquired, his curiousity peeked.

"Another Autobot has joined the Earth team and very recently." The shock trooper replied.

Skywarp frowned at his team mate "Nice lie but that's not true, no Autoscum has appeared on Earth after that glitch Skyfire."

Barricade knew if he had been capable of rolling his optics he would have done so "I'm talking about a sparkling."

The F-22 Raptor burst out laughing and the Mustang frowned not sure why his team mate was laughing "Nice one 'Cade, a sparkling." Barricade growled in annoyance.

"Frenzy front and centre." The black and white mech snapped at the small hacker, Frenzy however continued to study the strange object he held in his hand until it popped out of its top container and dropped onto the floor "Frenzy!" The silver mech swivelled his head in Barricade's direction before bounding across.

"Bar-ricade?" The hacker asked.

"Show slag for brains what you discovered after infiltrating the Autobot base." The Mustang replied, Frenzy scuttled across the floor, trampled over Ravage and raced to the single screen they had in the hangar. The small silver mech jacked into a port he found and a medical file came up on the screen, Skywarp stepped forward to scrutinise it closely before his optic ridges rose upwards in surprise "see it was no lie."

The black and purple seeker turned to face his comrade who had painfully picked himself up from the floor and made his way over "Starscream is going to hand your aft to you royally when he arrives for with holding information from him."

Barricade sneered at that "Our so called leader will be too busy going over the other piece of Intel. we also have for him."

"How exactly?" Skywarp inquired.

"Frenzy and I know the location of Lord Megatron." The Mustang replied. The hangar fell incredibly silent as the information was processed by the black and purple seeker who at first didn't want to believe Barricade but since the black and white had been right on his first piece of information, Skywarp debated with himself whether to believe him this time "of course the humans who were holding him now have changed their location but it will not take Frenzy long to track them down."

"Now I understand why we asked to locate any possible Allspark energy signatures." The seeker said "in hopes of restoring Lord Megatron."

"Now you're beginning to understand." Barricade replied "and if I'm right about the Autobot sparkling as well, our long term enemies days are also numbered." The shock trooper knew that not every Decepticon had been blinded by Starscream's ambitions and that there were still loyal members who wanted to restore their righful leader. Barricade smiled as he proceeded to the other side of the room and slipped down into a crouch, he looked forward to alerting the others to the news he had and the expression of fear upon Starscream's facial plates once he realised his days of leading the Decepticons was over.

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A/N: Took me long enough, sorry about that. I can't guarantee when the next update will be but a friend of mine has offered to fix my laptop so hopefully it shouldn't be too long *crosses fingers*

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