A/N:It's rough... Don't judge.

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Autobot Trapjaw:Ahh, yes, he does... *Hides behind chair* Don't hurt me! It gets better...

Autobotschic:XD NOO! You can't take Marshall! You can't have him! He's in my story, so you can have him after he's done his part!
*Glares at a fidgeting Marshall* Get back in my closet until I'm done with you.

Marshall stared off over the cliff he and Covenant had decided to become friends at. He had always come here before that, but now he could just put a special place in his life to it. It had sentimental value to him now. Not that it mattered. It probably wasn't even him thinking. It was that Trapjaw.

He hated her. He couldn't stand her, and he's never even met the femme. That femme controlled his life. He only liked what he did because of that femme. It wasn't fair!

Marshall took a deep breath. Life wasn't fair though, was it? He had only been online for a little over two decaorns, and he had already learned that awful lesson. Life was never fair.

Shadow Stalker glared at the green femme. "He's gone. What are you gonna do about it, Covenant? Huh?"

Covenant leaned back in her chair. "Give him time. Let him get his thoughts together."

"He said he hated Trapjaw! The one bot who even cared about giving him life, and he hates her!" Shadow Stalker slammed her fists against her desk. "I'll kill him!"

Covenant rolled her optics. "Listen. I know you loved Trapjaw, and you still do." Covenant slowly stood up. "But, believe it or not, Marshall can have different feelings. I suppose you could compare it to Ironblazer and yourself. He controlled you. He morphed you into what you are. Who's to say that if Ironblazer wasn't there that you still would have been a gladiator?"

Shadow Stalker continued to glare. "That makes no sense!"

Covenant sighed. "Trapjaw saved things she loved in her sparks core. Those things are influencing Marshall. He resents her. That's all there is to it. Marshall doesn't want to go through his life thinking, 'Do I really like this, or is Trapjaw?' You get it?"

Shadow Stalker slowly sat down at her desk. "Yeah."

"Good. I'll be going now." Covenant climbed onto her chair.

"Try using the slagging door!" Shadow Stalker yelled, but it was too late. The green femme had already slipped into one of the vents. "Fragger."

Marshall watched the Earth's sun slowly set. The sky slowly burst into beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow. "Wow."

"Pretty, huh?"

Marshall jumped and quickly turned back. "Covenant!"

Covenant smiled, and sat down. "What are you doing?"

Marshall frowned. "Thinking."

Covenant nodded. "Yeah? About Trapjaw?"

"Yeah." Marshall sighed. "I just... I hate her."

"Resent." Covenant corrected. "You resent her."

"No, Hate."

Covenant sighed. "Believe me. You do not know hate. It is an emotion that you cannot control. It drives you to do things you cannot even imagine yourself doing in the worst of situations. Hate is not something you use lightly. You resent Trapjaw."

Marshall frowned as he stared at the femme. "Were you and Trapjaw close? Is that why I have such a fascination with you?"

"I had never spoke to Trapjaw in my life. I am close with her sister though."

"Sister?"

"Shadow Stalker."

"Oh." Marshall frowned. "I see. So I love you because of me?"

Covenant frowned as her helm snapped up. "L-love?"

Marshall jumped. "What? Scrap! No! I- meant like! I just got confused!" Marshall felt his face heat up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that!"

Covenant stared at Marshall, her optics went dull as she slowly glanced down and sighed. "Listen. If you plan to start getting feeling for me, stop it. Got it?"

"Maybe Trapjaw had a crush on you or something!" Marshall yelled.

"Trapjaw was bonded to Hot Rod. They have a youngling." Covenant shook her helm as she stood up. "Just don't start with that love scrap. I'm your friend. That's all I'm agreeing to."

"Why not? Why can't I like you if it's ME liking you!"

Covenant shook her helm. "Because. That's why. I'll see you later or sometime. Who knows? Just remember. You resent Trapjaw. You don't hate her."

Marshall frowned. "Wait!"

Covenant sighed. "What?"

"Why? Why can't I like you?"

Covenant cocked her helm back to the sky. "Forget it. Just don't. It won't be returned, and it'll hurt like frag. So just stop now. I'm going."

Marshall watched as the femme turned and walked away. He stared down at the ground. "The one thing that's not Trapjaw, and I can't do it."

Marshall slowly scuffled down the halls of the base. He watched as bots met each other, and talked happily. When the crowds started thinning, he knew he close to the Medical bay. Ratchet kept it nice and quiet there. Nobody was there that didn't belong.

Marshall sighed as he stopped seeing bots all together. A sign on the wall read: Medical Bay. Marshall stepped in quietly, and ignored the greeting First Aid sent across the room. He tried to ignore the gaze Ratchet was giving him, but he found it a bit difficult. "What?"

Ratchet shook his helm. "Nothing. I was just thinking of which wrench I should hit you with first if another disrespectful sound came out of your mouth."

Marshall frowned. "What does it matter? They'll all hurt the same."

Ratchet sighed. "Did you think about it?"

"Trapjaw?"

"Yeah."

"I- I don't hate her."

Ratchet nodded. "Good."

"I resent her." Marshall climbed onto his berth. "Covenant said there was a difference between the two."

Ratchet walked over to the mech. "You were talking to Covenant?"

"Why doesn't she want mechs to like like her?"

"Like like?" Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "I didn't know we were in youngling day care?"

"I accidentally told her that I loved her." Marshall frowned. "It just slipped out. It really seemed to upset her. I think she was about to cry."

Ratchet sighed. "I told you I don't know a thing about Covenant. I know she has all sorts of medical things wrong, and I know she doesn't like bots. That's about it."

"She said that she likes watching bots."

Ratchet nodded. "Yeah, whatever. Alright, here's the deal. I'm not telling you not to be friends with Covenant, I'm just going to say that you should be careful. She's like a time bomb. One wrong move, and she'll be all over you in a spark beat. Be careful alright?"

"Shadow Stalker knew her." Marshall shifted on his berth. "Covenant said so. She said that they were close."

"Are you planning on digging?"

"I was thinking about it."

"Well don't." Ratchet walked over to a cabinet and grabbed a green cube of energon. "Forget about it. If Covenant doesn't tell you herself, then you don't need to know."

"But-"

"No." Ratchet shoved the cube of energon into Marhshall's servo. "If you do it, I'll personally hunt you down. Do you understand? Covenant has a right to privacy."

Marshall opened the cube with a sigh. "Yeah, I get it."