By Primus, I have my work cut out for me. I have to finish season two now...Primus help my soul…

"Urgh. I hate clean up duty." Sigma wiped the sweat from her forehead. The Autofans were helping rebuild the city that had been trashed by the Deceptifan looters. Megatron had disappeared, and all was peaceful…at least, for now.

"Oh, shut up." Xi grumbled. "Be glad we made it to season two." The Second in command pulled a bag of cement towards the mixer. All around them, fans and OCs alike labored tirelessly, repairing buildings and other structures. "Besides, clean up duty should be the least of your worries."

Sigma winced. Oh yeah. There was Commander Jiyar's visit coming up. The veteran was coming to check up on her team's progress in the new sector. Apparently, no other group had wanted the job, so Sigma had a lot to prove, being a rookie leader, who'd taken an unknown sector guard position.

"Say, when's Jiyar's visit anyway?" Xi asked.

"Well, he said it was two weeks from his last call, which means today." Sigma replied, then froze. THAT WAS TODAY?! "OH SLAG!" she screeched. "It's today! Xi, I need a ride back to base! Tell everyone work's cut short today!" The nearby fans cheered and rushed off to tell their friends.

-

Prowl was skulking in his room, grumbling about the latest Autobot arrivals. Yes, Jazz, Sentinel, and Ultra Magnus had arrived recently…

But the fangirls didn't know that. Not yet.

In truth, Prowl wasn't madly in love with Jazz, contrary to the fangirls' beliefs. No, he was quite the opposite. He was madly JEALOUS of Jazz's abilities, skills, and rankings. It made the energon flowing through him boil angrily every time he heard the fans talk about how great Jazz was…

Polishing his shuriken, he pondered on how Jazz was going to interfere with the fans. He'd heard stories on how "G1" Jazz had been the favorite of that particular sector, and how his other incarnations had been massively popular.

Prowl grinned. Jazz was a jerk, but he would assure Prowl at least a few days of peace just by existing.

"Knock knock! Anybot home?" Well, speak of the devil…Prowl turned to see Jazz leaning on the frame of his door. "Hey…Prowl, right?"

"Yes…What are you doing here? Aren't you aware of the danger?" The black ninja bot asked, smirking.

"What danger?" Jazz asked curiously.

"Oh, stick around. You'll find out soon enough." Prowl replied.

"Nice room you've got here. Reminds me of the one I've got waiting for me back on Cybertron." Jazz sauntered in, looking around. Prowl frowned. Normally, he'd ask Jazz to leave, but he was a higher rank… "You the resident ninja bot here?" The elite guard bot continued.

"Obviously…" Prowl said tartly.

"Hey now, what's with the attitude? I get the feeling you don't want me here." Jazz sat himself down next to Prowl, grinning at the uptight bot.

"It's nothing…I just don't get many guests in here, that's all." Prowl said in a final sounding voice, and proceeded to wipe a spot off his shuriken.

Jazz looked at the mech as though he was a window, and his smile got wider. "I think I've got it figured out." He said.

"What are you talking about?"

"You, my friend, are jealous."

"What?! That's ridiculous." Prowl growled defensively.

"Admit it, you're just got green optics just by looking at me, don't you?" Jazz purred teasingly, putting Prowl in a playful headlock, and giving him what the humans called a 'noogie'. "Cummon, admit it!"

"Hey, let me go!" Prowl wriggled indignantly in Jazz's grip, but was unable to get free.

"I'll let you go when you admit it!"

"Never!"

"Oh, you're no fun."

-

Sigma stood dutifully outside the Autofan base, trying to look professional, with Xi at her side. Most of the younger members were milling around outside awaiting Sigma's commands. The black haired Second in Command adjusted her sunglasses and sighed. "Sigma, relax. Surely, this is just an innocent visit. It's not like Jiyar's going to find you inadequate or anything."

"But what if he does? I can't give up my position now, I worked too hard to get it!" Sigma was clearly too stressed for her own good.

A sudden WOOSH alerted the pair, as a portal appeared before them. The Autofans inside rushed out to see what all the commotion was about, as three figures stepped out from the vortex. They were dressed in camouflage shirts with the Autobot insignia on them in gold paint. The tallest one was at least half a head taller than his two companions, and his spiky, flame colored hair bristled out like some deranged hedgehog. The girl at his right had a bandage across the bridge of her nose and wore blue fingerless gloves, her brown hair in a ponytail.

The third appeared to be getting the most attention from the fans, as they were staring at him like an angel had just descended from the sky.

The boy had chocolate brown skin, and short dreadlocks squashed under his headphones. His silver sunglasses covered his eyes, as he nodded his head at the several girls looking on, who squealed with glee. DANG he was good looking…

Most of the fans didn't even notice that they were drooling a little.

Sigma ran up and saluted. "Commander Jiyar, sir!" She barked in military fashion.

"At ease Sigma, at ease." The older man waved his hand in a dismissive fashion. The girl next to Jiyar smirked, and Sigma tensed up. "Now, I'll be taking a look around your base, if you don't mind."

"O-oh, go ahead, sir!" Sigma said, blushing, as though caught unawares. As the trio brushed past her, the boy with silver sunglasses looked at Xi, who was rubbing her temples, trying to calm her spaz of a leader.

The rookie Second in Command glared at him, as he'd stopped and appeared to be staring. "What?" she snapped, causing him to recoil slightly…wait, was there a shade of pink spreading across his face? "Go follow your commander, and take off those ridiculous headphones!" She snapped again. This time, he ran off to Jiyar and his companion, looking embarrassed.

"Creep," Xi commented idly. "Who was that guy, anyway?"

"That," Kappa said, looking indignant, "Was Anthony Banes AKA Jazz's Human Holoform! They say he's just like Jazz, only human! HOW COULD YOU SNAP AT HIM LIKE THAT?!"

"He's a creep, so I told him to clear off. Simple as that."

"WHAT? Are you BLIND?! He's a demi-god in disguise!" Several of Kappa's friends had joined in the rant, and they were close to melting into puddles of glee at the very thought of him.

Xi snorted. "Oh please."

-

After the Autofan Commander had looked around a bit, he insisted on talking to Sigma privately. The girl following him around stood dutifully outside the room, smirking haughtily at passing Autofans, who scowled back.

"Hey, who's that?" Bulkhead asked. He and the rest of the Autobots (minus Prowl and Jazz) had returned from giving Sentinel a tour of the local roadways, aggravated and fit to destroy a Decepticon stronghold single handed, they were that aggravated. They observed her smugly comment on a fan's clothing and their OCs' choice of paint color. The poor fan burst into tears.

"Whoever it is, it takes a lot after me." The stuck up Elite Guard bot Sentinel commented, lifting a servo to avoid touching the crying fan, who'd run off in his direction.

"That's Sigma's rival, Twillia, meanest thing that's human, and now being nicknamed 'Sentia' due to her…bitchiness." Xi explained, sitting on Bumblebee's shoulder.

The yellow spy jumped. "How'd you get on me?" He asked.

"Prowl's teaching me how to be ninja."

"Where IS Prowl, anyway?" Ratchet asked, smirking at Optimus, who was shooting angry glares at Sentinel. The Elite Guard member was flirting with some of the more naïve OCs, who looked only half convinced by his banter.

-

Prowl sat, cross-legged, and meditating quietly. The fangirls had finally come through for him.

Flashback

"Let go, you jerk!" Prowl had finally managed to get out of his rival's grip.

Jazz was still grinning at Prowl's irritation. "I could help you learn a few things, y'know." He said idly.

Surprisingly, Prowl returned his grin. "Oh, but I have so much to teach you." Cupping his hands around his mouth, he yelled, "Hey, Gemma! Guess who's in my room?!"

A shy looking femme peeked into Prowl's room, followed by a young human's face. The girl's face lit up. "J-JAZZ!" She squealed and ran off, yelling, "Hey, everyone! Jazz is here! He's in Prowl's room! Come on, before he gets away!"

Jazz gave the black ninja a look. "What was that about?"

Prowl only smiled wider and turned away as the fans flooded into the room.

End Flashback

Smirking, he realized revenge was indeed sweet…at his expense of course. Now the fans were writing fan fictions about them…But he wouldn't have it any other way.

'Ello, friends! Long time no update. Blaame school and other realistic annoyances.