WOOT! 3 chaps in 3 days! I am on a roll!

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Autobot base, 3rd POV

Jack was recharging peacefully in one of the room that was officially deemed his. It was nine o' clock in morning and his internal clock was starting to drive him crazy.

Jack onlined his optics with a groan before he yawned and stretched, getting the stiffness and kinks out of his joints and wiring before he looked at his internal clock to see the date. When he saw it he gasped and checked it again to be sure before he grinned happily.

"Hah, my birthday snuck up on me without me even realizing it." Jack chuckled to himself.

The slender 'bot moved quickly, going to the washroom and making sure his armor shined before going into the main room of the silo.

"Hey Jack, sleep well?"

Jack laughed lightly as he went over to Arcee.

"I was surprised. I thought for sure someone would have come and woken me up, like you all usually do."

Arcee merely shrugged, looking back out at the room, and Jack frowned. Had Arcee really...forgoten?

Jack looked around and then spotted Bulkhead walked through. Jack smiled and walked over to greet him.

"Morning Bulkhead."

"Huh? Oh, hey Jack! You sleep ok? I hope that berth we whiped up wasn't too uncomfortable, was it? If it is, I can fix that no problem." Bulkhead questioned.

Jack frowned again and he shook his head.

"No...no it was very comfortable." Jack replied.

Had Bulkhead forgeten too?

Jack looked down, mentally scolding himself, thinking he was sounding greedy. He needed no recognition.

Though he admited it would've been nice.

"Oh, Jack, you're awake. Good. Can you come here for a moment?" Ratchet called out to Jack from his medlab.

Jack perked up and walked over.

Good old Ratchet, he was sure to remember. In fact there wasn't really anything he ever forgot about.

"Sure thing Ratchet, whats up?" Jack replied as he stood next to the medic before he was suddenly poked in the arm by a cybertronian syringe needle, which took a small sample of his energon.

"Thank you Jack, that'll be all for now." Ratchet stated as he turned back to equipment to study the sample.

Jack's smile faltered, but he forced to put up a fake one.

"Sure thing, Ratchet."

He then turned, heading towards the base's exit.

"Jack? Where're you going?" Arcee asked. Jack paused, looking over his shoulder, mask of a smile still on his face.

"Oh, just going for a drive, I'm starting to feel a bit claustraphobic. I'll see you all later."

"Be careful."

Jack smiled lightly.

"Always am."

He transformed into his alt mode and sped out through the tunnel, picking up speed once he hit the road. He tried to get his mind off of what had just happened but he couldn't.

How could they forget about his most important day? Especially Arcee, since she had lived with him, until he was changed, at least.

Jack drove through Jasper until he came to the old canyons where most teens went to either hang out or to just get away from the stress of highschool. He headed for one of the cliffs that over looked the plains of Nevada before he transformed out of his alt mode.

He silently stared at the land below, door wings twitching as a cold breeze blew past.

His birthday had never been a very big deal. His mom could only afford a cake and a couple presents, after all. But for it to be completely forgoten...

Jack burried his face in his hands, letting out a sigh of frustration.

He struggled to hold back his tears. Jack never really wanted much on his birthday, only to just be told 'happy birthday' and such. Nothing big.

But for no one, not one person to acknowledge him on his birthday really hurt.

Jack sniffled in frustration and wiped at his optics with his hands to try and force away the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Jack yelped, jumping to his feet and spinning around, only to find himself face to face with Breakdown. The slender 'bot scowled at the smirking Decepticon, sitting down again with a huff. He knew the look on the older mech's face, and it only meant he was there to shamelessly flirt with him.

"What the frag are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on the Nemisis, being Megatron's little errand boy?"

Breakdown chuckled.

"Ouch."

Jack snorted, glaring down at the ground.

Breakdown chuckled again and slowly walked up closer to Jack.

"Feisty as ever." He stated.

Jack glared at him from over his shoulder before glancing away.

"You didn't answer my question…Con." Jack spat at the last part like it was venom.

Breakdown shrugged.

"Enh, things were slow and Knockout didn't need my help in the medbay. Thought I'd go for a drive. Now, as humans would say, what's eating you?"

Jack couldn't help but laugh slightly as the 'con sat down next to him.

"You wouldn't understand."

Breakdown smirked and leaned a bit closer, very much to Jack's discomfort.

"Try me, darlin'." Breakdown replied.

Jack looked away from the older mech, faceplates heating. He hated it when Breakdown called him that.

"It's nothing important, and another thing is it's none of your business." Jack snapped.

Breakdown snorted, pulling one knee up to his chasis and resting one arm over it.

"Well I'm makin' it my buisness. C'mon, just humor me here."

Jack growled and was about to snap at the Con again for being so nosy but he could see by the way he was acting that he wasn't going to give up until Jack gave in. Jack sighed in defeat before he looked away sadly.

"Fine if you must know it's my birthday." Jack started.

"Your birthday huh?…Oh! That's what humans call their creation day, right? Huh, you really are strange, using all these human terms. But why is that upsetting you?" Breakdown questioned.

Jack sniffled and wiped at his optics again.

"It's not, it's because everyone forgot it." Jack answered.

Breakdown was silent for a moment, brows raised in surprise. No one. Not one. Fraging. Person...had remembered the most precious and important day to the younger mech.

And seeing the attractive 'bot in such a state as he was in now...it was unpleasant. The delicate face plates of the 'bot, still beautiful as ever, were twisted with a heavy pain that the young mech was bearing.

"I...I'm sorry to hear that."

Jack looked up at Breakdown and then looked back out at the sky.

"Thanks, but...you have nothing to be sorry for." Jack replied softly, barely being heard.

Breakdown stared at Jack, inspecting the slender mech. He was slumped over slightly, optics reflecting sadness as the small doorwings on his back twitched, picking up the 'cons heat signiture.

After a moment, Breakdown stood, slightly surprising Jack.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

He was given a suspicious look, but Jack nodded all the same.

Breakdown walked off until he knew he was out of ear shot before he contacted Knockout.

"Hey Knockout you there?" He questioned.

There was an irritated groan from the other side of the channel.

"Yes, yes. I'm here Breakdown. Where are you? You said you'd be back by now!"

"Yeah Yeah I know but...we have a problem." Breakdown replied.

"What kind of problem?" Knockout questioned slowly.

"It's Frostbite's creation day and none of the slagging 'bots seem to care or forgot or somethin'. You should see the poor little mech." He answered.

A few moments of silence followed, then

"What?"

Breakdown sighed.

"You heard me! The 'bots, those piles of scrap, forgot our pretty little mech's creation day!"

"And they say we're terrible." Knockout hissed.

"Yeah, but I think I know what we can do to help cheer him up." Breakdown suggested.

"And what would that be?" His partner asked.

Breakdown grinned.

"You finished working on our latest gifts?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Bring them...along with our extra little present that we had made for him."

Later

Jack jumped, surprised when the roar of engines came. He jumped to his feet, turning.

He relaxed when he saw Knockout and Breakdown. The worst they would do would? Throw cheesy pick up lines at him. With a sigh, he plopped back down, pouting slightly with frustration. Why couldn't the 'cons just leave him alone to wallow?

The two 'cons parked and transformed, hiding a couple small crates behind a boulder before Knockout looked at Jack. He waited to hear Jack snap or complain about their presence, but was very suprised to see he and Breakdown were both being ignored by their little 'bot.

"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said he was upset." Knockout whispered to Breakdown.

"I heard that." Jack muttered, looking over his shoulder and scowling at the 'cons.

KO and Breakdown both chuckled before they went over and crouched down next to the 'bot on both sides.

"Relax, no need to get your tail pipes in a twist." Knockout replied, smirking.

Jack snorted at him, looking out across the dusty plains.

"Just leave me alone." Jack muttered in frustration, refusing to look at either one of them.

Breakdown and Knockout shared a look, making a silent agreement.

"Well sorry to tell you this cutie but Breakdown and I aren't leaving..." Knockout stated.

Jack growled and got ready to to start yelling at them, but was silenced by a gentle clawed finger pressing to his lip components.

"Not until we give you your creation day presents." Knockout added.

"My...Creation day presents?" Jack murmured, confused. Breakdown and Knockout chuckled.

"Eh, they were supposed to just be for the next time we met, but this is a much more...worthy cause."

"Um...ok?" Jack replied questioningly.

Breakdown and Knockout smirked at Jack again before Breakdown got up first and walked over to the boulder, pulling out the first present.

"What...what is it?" Jack asked, taking the small glass box of small, glowing blue orbs.

"Energon candy. Don't look at us like that, it's not made from high-grade, relax."

Jack was still causious, but he was more curious of how the candies tasted so be opened the tiny crate and pulled out an orb. He glanced up at the two 'cons who gestured for him to go ahead. Jack then shrugged before he popped the little candy into his mouth.

His optics widend. They were amazing! They were sweet and tangy, making static crackle in his mouth, making him feel light hearted.

"W-wow. These are...they're amazing!"

Knockout grinned and looked at his claws, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Naturally, I made them." He stated before he was nudged by Breakdown.

"Alright, alright. Breakdown helped make them." He added.

"Modest as always." Jack joked as he ate another candy.

A smile now lit his face plates, his optics shining with joy. It was amazing how such a simple gift could make him so happy.

Breakdown laughed at the joke lightly before Knockout elbowed him as he walked passed him to pick up the next gift. The gift was wrapped up in a cloth and Knockout was smirking again.

"Your going to really enjoy this one." Knockout stated as he handed it to Jack.

"Woah..."

Jack took the gift. It was a weapon. A bow that Jack assumed had the capacity to shoot energy. It was balanced perfectly.

"We noticed you don't feel comfortable with your blaster. Perhaps this will be more to your liking."

"But how will I explain this to the others?"

Knockout smirked and shrugged.

"You're a smart 'bot you'll think of something. The other gift you can hide somehow, but I don't think they'll mind you having that." KO replied.

Jack stood, testing the feel of the bow. The metal that formed it was cold and smooth, and bits of blue glass formed designs on it. It felt so right to hold.

"I...I don't know how to thank you..."

"I can think of a couple ways." Breakdown purred.

Jack glared at him.

Breakdown held up his hands in surrender, laughing.

"Kidding! I was kidding darlin'."

Jack sighed, looking down at the two gifts.

"I just don't get it. You guys are 'cons, and I'm a 'bot."

Jack turned his gaze back up to the two larger mechs.

"So why are you guys and fraging Megatron after me? What makes me so special?"

Knockout smirked and stepped up to Jack.

"You just...have a vibe about you that just calls to us like..." He explained, lightly running his claw down Jacks chest seam.

Jack quickly slapped the medics hand away, face plates heating up.

"Well, seems more like you guys just want me because I look like...like this!" Jack gestured to himself, scowling down at his lean frame.

"Did I say that Frostbite? All I remember saying was that there was a vibe about you, which is good." Knockout explained, raising his hands like Breakdown had done earlier.

"Yeah, I know you said that. But let's not forget about the times you've complemented the 'good view'. Of my aft." Jack hissed the last words venomously.

KO and Breakdown both shuffled their feet slightly, both remembering such times.

Jack sighed.

"Agh, whatever. Anyway, I think I've figured out how to explain this." Jack said, holding up the bow slightly in indication, turning his gaze up to to two 'cons.

"Think the other 'bots will think I got in a little fight and got these from the vehicons?"

Knockout shrugged.

"I don't see why not, those drones have been lacking skill, lately." He replied.

Breakdown nodded in agreement before he straightened.

"Oh I almost forgot, there's still one last present to give you. Now it's yours, but we'll keep it on the Nemisis, just for safe keeping." Breakdown stated before he turned around and whistled.

Jack blinked, then his eyes turned to something small that lept over the boulder that sat a few feet away. The teen stared in shock as a small, robotic animal trotted up to sit at Breakdown's feet.

"What...What is it?"

Breakdown chuckled softly and leaned down to pet the little creature's ears.

"Its a turbo fox, a cybertronian like pet." Breakdown explained.

Jack stared at it for a few moments, then hesitantly held a hand out for the turbo fox.

The small robot padded forward and pushed its head under his palm. A small smile came to his lip components as he gently petted the turbo fox.

"Woah..."

The little turbo fox started to purr at the attention Jack was giving it, and leaned it's head up and nuzzle his hand with it's nose which made Jack laugh.

When Breakdown and Knockout saw the look on the teen 'bots face, they too smiled.

"So do you like him?" Knockout questioned.

"Are you kidding? I love him! He's amazing! Did you build him? Or was he on the Nemisis this whole time or what?" Jack replied, carefully lifting the small robot and cradling it in his arms, laughing as it rubbed against his chin.

Again the two cons chuckled but soon shut up from another warning glare that Jack gave. Knockout cleared his throat before he answered all of Jack's questions.

"To answer your question, yes...we did build him. He was souly built to be yours."

Jack was silent for a moment, optics falling down for a moment before he looked back up.

"You know, for a couple of Decepticons, you aren't too bad. Though you probably wouldn't be like this if I didn't look like..well, a femme."

Jack flushed slightly. The fact he looked quite similar to a femme was still a rather touchy subject.

Breakdown chuckled and shook his head.

"Nah, even if you were more mech looking, you'd still catch anyone's optic. You're too perfect to pass up." Breakdown reassured him.

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or freaked out." Jack muttered, shifting so the he lay on his side, head propped up on one hand, other hand petting the robotic fox that lay next to him.

Both 'cons had to admit that the young mech looked rather...tempting in that position.

But for now Jack ignored them as he smiled and and enjoyed his very first pet. While growing up as a human Jack was enevr given the chance to pick or have a pet of his own sicne it was just him and his mom and she countless times had to explain to him how difficult it would be to feed them and a dog with only a litle bit of money she earned.

Jack suddenly stood and went over to the two 'cons.

"This is, by far, my weirdest birthday ever." Jack added, face stern. But then he smiled and gently hugged both of the 'cons.

"...But probably one of the best ones too. Thank you for this."

Both Cons stood there, shocked beyond belief as Jack hugged them. But after a few seconds, they came out of their shock. They smiled down at Jack and wrapped them arms around Jack, returning the gentle hug.

"Anytime darlin'." Breakdown whispered.

Jack gently pulled away, then bent down to stroke the turbo fox at his feet.

"I have to go now. You'll take care of this little guy?"

Knockout smirked.

"Unless you'd like to try and explain why you have one to your little friends, then yes. We'll bring him when we decide to come and...pay you a visit."

Jack rolled his optics, straitening.

"Uh-hunh. Anyway, thanks again for this, I really appriciate it."

"Anytime, Frostbite. Anytime." Knockout replied, a smug look coming over his face.

With another roll of his optics, Jack shifted into his alt. mode, taking off.

Later, the Nemisis, 3rd POV

Dreadwing glanced over as the training room doors opened, Knockout and Breakdown coming in.

"I can't believe those slaggin' 'bots!" Breakdown grumbled, sitting on a nearby steel crate.

Interest rising in him, Dreadwing sheathed his sword, remaining unnoticed by everyone in the room.

"Neither can I. You think that they'd remember his creation day!"

Dreadwings brow furrowed. It had been an Autobots creation day? Strange that it had been forgoten by the other 'bots.

"But I think Frostbite enjoyed our gifts, at least he left on a happier note."

Dreadwing froze in place. Frostbite? It had been Frostbite's creation day? And the other Autobots had forgotten?

A strange anger boiled in his tanks, and the SIC's hands clentched into fists.

Primus, what was happenong to him? He was a SIC, he shouldn't be so easily swayed by a pretty mech like others.

But Frostbite...He wasn't just a pretty face. He was kind sparked, a small spot of light among the darkness of the war, and Breakdown had to admit...He was rather fond of the slender mech's company when he was at his brothers grave.

Frostbite had honored his brothers memory with an energon crystal, a precious gift thanks to energons scarceness on Earth. And yet the only ones who had been kind enough to give him gifts for his creation day were Breakdown and Knockout.

Dreadwing made up his mind. Frostbite deserved something for the most important day of the year to him, and just like Knockout and Breakdown, he'd make sure that the little mech deserved.