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(Crack. Patchy, Jazz, a furious Prowl and the rest of the ARK crew. Enjoy!)

Patchy was looking pleased with herself. Which set some bots off on a paranoid streak, the giraffe's 'big brother' was currently fretting over where Sunstreaker was, the poor front liner having been dragged off nearly three hours ago to have a 'chat' about Praxian courting rituals and to generally get chewed out for not telling Prowl or Jazz of his intentions towards Bluestreak first.

"'Big Brother!" Patchy cried standing before her 'sibling', her tail swishing happily and her ears pricking forward looking generally glad to see him

Blustreak, who could never hold a grudge for long; especially towards a cute looking Patchy, leaned forward and petted her on the horns "Hiya Patchy, you wanting mummy?"

"Mummy not here" Patchy's collar said sounding a little put out at the observation, the giraffe's ears swivelling and then giving them an odd little flap. "Play?"

Blustreak weighed his options just as Carly finally caught up with the wayward baby, her hands gloved to protect her from the thorns of an energon pink acacia branch she was trailing behind her. "Sorry Bluestreak, she just won't stay still"

"This is usual for this time of day" the sniper grinned back making Patchy coo at him when he gently rubbed the spot in-between her horns. "Jazz normally takes her out for a run or the mini-bots have a game of Keep Away or Goalie with her"

"I call Goalie!" Cliffjumper piped up from the table of mini-bots that were off-duty "She's not getting one past me this time" the headstrong bot declared to his friends

"You said that the last hundred times we've played" Bluestreak said tilting his helm as he patted Patchy on the back as Carly watch from the sidelines "She has gotten the ball past you at least 90 times out of that one hundred"

"Face it 'Jumper" Bee said with a smile as the little giraffe wandered over and had a nibble at his helm horns "Patchy is one great striker and you aren't exactly a world class goalie either."

"Freakish slagging giraffe" Cliffjumper muttered into his afternoon cube of energon

"No swearing in front of the baby" Mirage said spookily from somewhere near the energon dispenser making everyone immediately go for their guns "Or Jazz will have you roasted on a spit if he ever found out you were teaching his 'baby' Cybertronian curses"

"Stop going around invisible Mirage! It scares the pit out of everyone when you do that! " Blustreak complained as Sideswipe re-entered the room from evesdropping on Prowl's office door and flopped onto the sofa beside the sniper.

"A mech's got to have their fun" Mirage said as a floating cube of energon was whisked out of the door.

"What are the chances of my twin coming back in one piece?" Sideswipe asked Smokescreen who was sitting with Grapple and Hoist playing a game of cards.

"50-50 at the moment" replied the gambling Parxian shoving a few of his chips to the centre of the table "I take your queen of diamonds and raise you a king of hearts"

"Frag it" cursed Hoist as he took another card from the pile and slotted it into his already bad hand of cards then discarding another.

"You wanting in?" asked Smokescreen giving them a sideways glance from under his chevron "I'm afraid it's a small betting pool, most of the big competitors are in the meeting and Bumblebee and his mini-bot posse are tight afts who refuse to bet more than five credits a piece"

"I'm not a tight aft!" the yellow bot protested as Bluestreak sighed and covered Patchy's ears, mentally blaming everybot here for the foul language that the giraffe was bound to pick up.

"Carly can you take Patchy somewhere where there are bots that don't swear?" the grey Praxian asked giving his 'little sister' a gentle shove in the right direction.

"Sure Blue" Carly smiled waving the branch back and forth luring the now interested giraffe out of the door, Patchy's tongue reaching for the branch enthusiastically as Carly took off running. The small giraffe let out a soft bleat of joy as she trotted speedily after the blond haired woman.

Smokescreen grinned as he won the round, raking the chips towards him as Hoist and Grapple scowled at the gambler. "You want in as well Blue? He's your suitor"

The younger grey Praxian stuck his glossa out at his uncle "You could've warned me that father was coming."

"My brother is a traditionalist when it comes to courting, same as me" the yellow chevroned mech smiled tossing down a card and nudging a few chips into the centre of the table "If he didn't talk to Sunstreaker I would have, might do it anyway just to scare the frag out of him"

"Don't you dare or I'll set Jazz on you" Bluestreak warned "I'll have to convince him that it is fine just to be in the same room as me after this."

"Oh please don't set the UPFAS prone daddy in my direction, I might catch it!" The gambler cried dramatically re-arranging his cards, gathering a few snickers from the mini-bot table "Better start composing that speech for Sunstreaker, Prowl's just let him out of his office."

"How'd you know?" Sideswipe asked curiously "I thought only twin's had a bond like me and Sunny do"

"It's a toned down version" the yellow chevroned mech explained "I only get vague feelings nowadays, but right now my dear elder brother is thoroughly pleased."

As if on cue the gold twin stumbled into the rec-room and slumped into the couch beside Bluestreak. "So… how'd it go?" the grey Praxian smiled shyly

"We should just put Megatron in an office with Prowl; we'd win the war in seconds." Sunstreaker muttered with a paranoid glance around the room

"Yeah he is scary isn't he?" Bluestreak smiled softly, giving his uncle a glare as the blue, white and yellow Praxian snickered behind his hand of cards. "What'd he say?"

"If I ever cheat on you, he said he will do things that I'm not even sure are possible with a scalpel" Sunstreaker said with a shudder "And he will make sure that my polish and stuff go permanently missing"

"Ouch" Bluestreak winced patting the gold twin on the arm "At least you know how to court a Praxian now. He can't bother you about it anymore"

"It's all Patchy's fault" muttered the front-liner grumpily crossing his arms as his brother tackled him gleefully

"Sunny! You aren't dead!" Sideswipe cried knocking them both over the back of the couch in a tangle of flailing limbs.

"No, but you will be if you don't get off of me you slagger!" snarled Sunstreaker shoving his twin off of him "You're scratching my paint!"

"Slagger!" cooed a soft voice happily making the whole room look up in horror, the twins pausing mid-fight.

There, standing at the entrance to the rec-room was Patchy, overshadowed by a thunderous looking Prowl.

"TWINS!"

-Conference Room 2-

Everyone in Conference Room jumped at the bellow of fury coming from two floors below them, Optimus pausing mid sentence as he worked on the document of agreement. Jazz looked fairly pleased, puffed up proudly like a peacock.

"Are we all in agreement then?" the barer or the Matrix asked the table

"Yes" everyone nodded in return, even the frustrating ambassadors.

"Good, it's final then…" Optimus rumbled as he signed the data-pad "Patchy stays"

A/N: I was tempted to put Patchy back in Africa but I decided I really didn't want to upset the humour of the story. This is the second last chapter. Final chapter will be up in a few days :) Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed and faved this story. I am so glad you have enjoyed this.