Warnings: this and that.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Transformers.

Klik - seconds

Breem - minutes

Joor - hour

deca-cycle - weeks

Orn equal to days

cycles equal to months

Vorns- years

It had been deca-cycles since their arrival and the paint incident and everyone, except Ratchet, was bored. A bot knew it was bad when Prowl was bored. The medic however, was enjoying terrorizing the Kaon Enforcers; bring them in for check-ups which lead to some interesting chases throughout the city. There was a betting pool on who would out last the medic, so far it hadn't come close. Prowl, had finish what he was supposed to do in the first few orns and now…he was bored out of his processors. It was tempting to get the twins to do something to break up the silence.

But the twins had been scarce and along with them, Bluestreak. The little sniper was having more trouble fitting in then the rest of them. most of the Kaon Enforcers didn't see the dangerous little sniper but a cute small Praxian that should be off attending some soft academy. They shut up when he showed off his prowess, however they now avoided him when they could. It really hurt the younger Praxian and he had been spending most of his time with either Prowl, Hot Rod, or the twins. Prowl couldn't bring himself to say anything knowing that Bluestreak would be miserable if he was kept isolated.

So while the twins kept Bluestreak happy, the other young mech was keeping their medic from causing trouble. Or trying to keep Prowl from over working or keeping Smokescreen from joining others in the brig from him taking their money over lost bets. But now Hot Rod had been dragged off by Smokescreen to who knows where, Prowl feared that his apprentice might corrupt the young mech. But then again, Hot Rod did spend most of his time with Ratchet so he might be already corrupted. So here he was alone…behind a barrowed desk…doing nothing.

Sighing Prowl thunked his helm against the cool metal his arms hiding his face. "there must be something that needs to be done. Pit, I would rather be filing data pads then nothing." He sighs again and let his mind drift. It didn't take long before he was thinking about a certain seeker trine.

He blamed it on the small bond that formed that he would be thinking about them now. Or about them anytime doing everything they could to him. some nights he would wake from a rather intense dream flux fans on high as they try to cool his overheated frame. Prowl had been finding that he wanted to be spending his time with them and not sitting behind a desk. It took a force of will to keep himself from jumping the next transport to Vos or comming them to pick him up.

He was glad when a gruff voice startle him out of his thoughts before they had gotten too far. "Ya know tactician, those little spawns of yours are out there causing some kind of mayhem. Would you please recover them before someone else does?"

Leaning up again the door frame of his office was the station commander, Hotgunner. She was one of the few bigger femme frame types, most femmes tended to lean towards speed then bulk. Hotgunner had mounted cannons on each arm and hidden weapons throughout her frame. She could put down mechs ten times her size and had a razor sharp glossia to match her dry humor. She had also been amused with the twin's antics and was the only one to outdo Ratchet. She tolerated Smokescreen and spoiled both Hot Rod and Bluestreak and treated Prowl like an almost equal.

Hotgunner had in no uncertain terms told him that she would throw his mechs in the brig if he didn't get a tight leash on them. so every time something that they did happen she would drag him out to clean up their mess. So if she came to him and said that it meant that the Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had down something stupid again. And most likely dragged Bluestreak along for the ride.

"What did they do now." Prowl moaned even if he was bored he was enjoying his twin free orn.

"Oh, nothing really…just ended up in the pits and your little youngling is being used as bait for them to fight." She said in a bored tone pretending to clean her claws. "if they lose the pit bosses get to keep them and the little cutie and I know I don't need to explain what will happen to the little darling."

Prowl was out the station before he could hear more. He opens the comm. lines shared by all Praxian Enforcers wide open and ordered both Ratchet and Smokescreen to meet him not explaining why but had left no room for arguments.

Kaon wasn't known for much in the way of trade but the one thing that most knew about was the glatorial fights. Well the ones that were shown to the tourist, it was the underground ones that Prowl was headed too. They were the only ones that would stoop to using another to force mechs to fight and enslave the losers. However, the pit bosses had made a mistake where who they had used. Not much is known to outsiders about Praxians other the what they let others know. What isn't said was it was very foolish and dangerous to harm any and all sparklings and younglings or those who were adults but still consider young.

If such mechs or femmes did harm or threaten young Praxians would soon find themselves in need of a new frame or if not terminated. Prowl once hearing that the twins were being used and Bluestreak being held hostage had enter such a state. Nothing would stop him from eliminating the threat, hopefully someone thought to warn the leader of Kaon and that warning would be forwarded to the Lead Trine of Vos. as it stands now, Smokescreen being the only other Praxian would be hard press to stop a rampaging Prowl. If he wasn't under the same coding influence.

Sadly, Hotgunner didn't do any of that. she instead found something to occupying her for a few joors then she planned on sending said warning. No one could say that she was using that little-known fact about Praxian coding to get rid of a couple of mechs that have been avoiding the law. And the nice part was that Prowl wouldn't get in trouble is they offline since it was coding and they were harming his little youngling.

Voices started ringing out about a speeding Praxian Enforcer zooming through the streets. Hotgunner ignore them in favor of the sweet spread on her desk. Yep she was very busy with other things.

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Sideswipe banged his helm against the cell wall. The orn had started out pleasant enough a few pranks on a few unlucky Enforcers and the Hatchet. Time with Bluestreak only to turn and find the Praxian no longer following them. They retraced their steps and found their friend being ganged up on and jump in the argue the point. They must have fought too well because soon they found their friend with a gun pointed at his helm and an offer that they couldn't refuse.

Planning on sending a emergency comm. to Prowl was quickly stopped with a shock to his systems sending him and Sunstreaker into stasis. They online in their current cell servos and pedes chained, weapons missing, and Bluestreak nowhere in sight. Beside him his twin snarled at the guards before joining Sideswipe on the floor. He was already in a bad mood having someone get the jump on them and ruin his paint. Then to end up in a dirty cell, the yellow twin was ready to tear someone apart and that's not counting what he had planned to do to the mechs that hurt Bluestreak.

"Ya know that one thing that I fear most right now is not the upcoming fight nor the mechs in charge of the fight." Sunstreaker turned to his twin when he started talking. The red twins glanced at his brother was an uneasy grin. "It's Prowl."

Sunstreaker involuntary shivered. His brother was right when the older Praxian found out what had happened…there would be nothing left of the stadium. "You think we'll have enough time to make a run for it?"

"Sunny we'll be too frightened to move. Nope I think that we'll be staring in awe and fear as Prowl lets loose." They sit in silence until Sunstreaker started laughing. Sideswipe watched his brother thinking that he finally cracked.

When he tried to get him to explain what was so funny the yellow fighter just waved him off. When his laughter quieted, he grins at his twin. "I just remembered that Smokescreen and Ratchet would be joining him when they come."

Sideswipes face fell into horror but Sunstreaker kept his sadistic grin. One enraged Praxian was enough, if Smokescreen fell under those same codes then it would be over kill. There would be nothing left of the mechs to say that they existed.

"Oh, scrap we are so dead."

"makes you wonder if he'll wait till after dealing with those mechs to get to us or he'll kill two flyers with one shot."

"Maybe if we hid behind Blue he'll overlook us." Sideswipe looked hopeful but Sunstreaker snorted.

"Noting escapes that mech."

"Yeah…that's true." He looks to his twin strangely and Sunstreaker starts to edge away from his twin.

"What!?"

"How good is your bartering skills?"

"Why?"

"Because we can always barter our way out of deactivating." That earned his a whack to the helm and a fondly said idiot by his twin.

A sharp snap from the guard telling them to shut up had both snarling back. They sat and waited until they would be called and hoped that Bluestreak didn't come to harm until they could beat the living scrap out of their kidnappers. That is if Prowl didn't show up first and turn everything and everyone to slag.

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Bluestreak was being held in a more comfortable room unlike his friends. Though his arms and pedes were tied together and they had blindfolded him. His captors didn't want him to see them and recognize them later, but they never had to deal with a Praxian so they hadn't done anything to his door wings. Bluestreak wasn't totally blind as they wished.

He had heard what they had planned to do to him if the twins should lose. Sold to any mech with enough credits then disappear to somewhere, Bluestreak had heard horror stories about what became of bots who were sold on the black market. But that was after they found out that he wasn't the one they were originally gunning for. They had mistaken him for Prowl. While it was a little flattering that he could be seen as his mentor, Bluestreak whether not be seen as his caretaker.

He wiggled trying to loosen the ties around his servos, he had to do it quietly because being backhand once was enough for him. if he could get out of his own predicament before being trussed up and put on displayed then the twins wouldn't have to fight for their freedom. Plus, he had to get them out before Prowl found out. Bluestreak didn't want to be smother for the next few orns because he got capture.

The young sniper sighed when he didn't get any further with loosening the knots. He would rest a bit before trying again. Only the doors open with a bang and he felt himself being lifted and dragged out to the loud roar of the stadium. Heavy chains wrapped around him before he felt weightlessness as he was swung out back and forth. His doors telling him what he couldn't see.

He was being dangled above the arena like bait. Turning down his sensors when the roaring crowd got too much Bluestreak was still about to sense the twins enter the ring. He felt the plus of their sparks quicken when they spotted him and heard the announcer introducing them and their opponents. All twenty of them.

'that's not fair.' He shouted in his mind. He wanted to shout out verbally but his mouth was covered and his voice would have been drowned out by the crowd.

He dangles there helpless as the twins started their fight. He was starting to feel uneasy until a very familiar spark signature crept into the arena. Bluestreak gave a muffle shout of joy but then shutter when he felt the waves of anger roll off Prowls frame. He knew that his caretaker wasn't angry at him but the amount was still unnerving.

He just hoped that someone would be able to calm the older Praxian down after this. He would be too busy being smother to death by said caretaker to do anything.

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Prowl ignored the servo on his shoulder as he growled. His youngling was hanging over the arena like bait for an organic fish. Below the twins were in no better shape, Sideswipe had been tether to a pole only allowing some leeway while his twin fought off their opponents. The red twin was the worst of the three with Sunstreaker not far behind.

"I know it looks bad, but Prowl you can't charge in there guns blazing." Smokescreen said his own engine growling.

"Who's going to stop me?" Prowl challenged.

"The fact that they have little Blue where we can't reach him if we rush in. they could run off with him if we don't get to them first."

"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker won't last that long." Prowl pointed out. "They stack the odds against by making one more vulnerable to attack."

The two Praxian winch in sympathy when Sideswipe took a hit to his shoulder. The red twin was cradling it close before dropping it to his side as something struck him in the helm making him fall to the ground no longer moving. Sideswipe was out but not offline, it looked that he was sent into stasis and that sent Sunstreaker into a frenzy.

Prowl and Smokescreen didn't jump though when some colorful cursing came from behind them. Ratchet had shown up just as the red hellion fell. He scanned the arena and the three young mechs in it…he was not happy. His own anger was shadowed by Prowls whose optics never left the dangling Bluestreak.

Smokescreen though still had a clear helm and noticed something that the other didn't. "What happen to Hot Rod?"

Ratchet gave a dismissive wave. "He's fine, left with some gray mech that'll take care of him till we get out."

Prowl slowly turn to the medic. "I do hope that you didn't leave him with some stranger that could use him or sell him."

Ratchet snorted wrench out and nearly ignoring Prowl as he sized up the fighters below. "hardly if my suspicions are right."

No more was said as they all turned back to the twins when one gave a loud yelp. It was only that's to the sensors on the Praxians doors that they heard it and the struggling Bluestreak who was closer to hear it.

"So, what's the plan?" the medic said, deadly promise in his voice.

Prowl stared off in the distance deep in the thought. Smokescreen servo still clamped on his shoulder. "How good are you with that wrench?"

Ratchet's glare turned thoughtful before an evil looking grin spread across his face. Smokescreen looked between the two confused.

"I never miss," the medic said. "and I have plenty in subspace." Prowl grin grew and many on the arena below felt a cold shiver run down their spinal struts but had no idea why. So, they ignored it enjoying the slaughter below them.

Sunstreaker was getting tired. He couldn't move as freely as he could, not without leaving his twin defenseless. Quickly glancing up at Bluestreak, Sunstreaker had to dodge another strike to his legs. They been trying to take them out before going for his upper body. His opponents down to ten now and the most experience out of the twenty sent against them.

He could tell because they waited until now to strike and were going after his lower body, well half was going after his lower body while the other half kept his focus. Tiring him out so his reaction time will be slowed down. And it was working.

A swift strike to the left and right of him one up one down and he was on the ground. Sunstreaker brought up his arms in defense when a loud clang quieted the arena. A soft thud then another clang had Sunstreaker looked over his arms. Two of his opponents were down with rather large dents in their helm and two wrenches laying innocently off to the side. He would have paled if he could as to the meaning of that but it was the two shadows that leap over him that worry him more. He didn't even register Ratchets ranting and flying wrenches when the medic came to his side.

The only thing the yellow twin could think of was a simple word. 'Slag.'

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Megatron was highly amused watching the so-called gladiators scramble with a very highly upset Praxian running after them. he was curious after the red and white medic had dump a very confuse and fluster red and gold mech in his arms before darting off. With the mech still in his arms he follows the medic's trail and watched.

His attention only being taken off the spectacle when the smaller mech in his arms squirmed. He wondered about the little mech in his arms since the time he met him on Praxus. That feeling of knowing creeping up in his processor. He wondered if he could invite the little mech to his home for a chat to figure why the red and gold mech was so familiar.

A shout of pain and a streak of black and white had him turnig back to the arena. The medic had taken the red and yellow fighters off to the side and the little Praxian had been taken down and was nestle in the arms of the calmer Praxian.

'but first things first.' He sighed at the paperwork this was going to create. He pinged Starscream, if there was someone who could clam the raging door winger it would be his intended sparkmates.

: What: the leader of Vos shouted sounding very annoyed yet smug. Megatron knew that only his friend could sound like that at the same time.

: I would come get your little mate Starscream:

: Oh, and why is that:

: He's about to mass murder some mechs for taking three of his younglings and placing them in a gladiatorial ring: Megatron winch when his friend let out a loud string of cursing that even the little mech he was holding had heard some of it.

: Get him somewhere where Warp can get him: Starscream cut the line and Megatron sighs. How was he supposed to stop a rampaging Praxian when it was his right to throw out that type of justice.

He looked down at the squirming mech. "What is your name?" the mech stopped moving and turned bright optics at him.

"H-Hot R-R-od." The red and gold mech gulp.

"Ah, well Hot Rod. I am going to place you down. I need to have your caretaker moved before he causes more paperwork."

Hot Rod blinked up at him. "Um ok-kay."

The large gun metal mech squashed the memories of similar bot before telling Hot Rod to follow him down. He would be a fool to face an angry Praxian without someone familiar near him. He watches somewhat amused as the more colorful Praxian started dragging the younger over to the medic once he saw Megatron heading towards them. A warning hiss behind him stopped him from going further.

Standing tall doors flared out armor standing on end and optics never leaving him was Prowl. And he was very angry. The larger mech made no move but sent Hot Rod away to the medic knowing that Prowl would not go after him, the leader of Kaon however was a different story. Megatron made a mental note to have a long talk to both the Starscream and his chief Enforcer, Hotgunner.

Megatron sent a location ping to the seekers, there was no way that he would get the black and white mech out of the ring without more scars added to his frame. Skywarp will just have to pick him up here. he turns slowly servos out showing he had no weapons, though he really didn't need any, but Prowl didn't need to know that.

But he was ready just in case Prowl decided to come at him. he could hear the smaller Praxian trying to calm the others down and the medic growling about injuries to the red and yellow bots. In his moment of distraction Prowl lunged at him. Megatron having spent vorns in the rings was quick to counter and he snagged Prowl out of the air and slammed him into the ground. He held him there with one servo despite how hard the smaller mech was fighting him.

"Now listen Enforcer," he growled. "Your little mechs are fine and your mates are on their way so sit down and be good." Prowl hissed again and smack Megatron hard in the face with one of his doors. But the larger mech didn't loosen nor let go of the Praxian.

With one large servo Megatron lifted the struggling Praxian up pedes dangling in the air as he walked over to the red and white medic. The other door winger didn't hiss nor growl but he did give a warning glare with Megatron only scowled at.

"Calm him down before his mates get here." he ordered nearly throwing Prowl at Smokescreen.

Prowl stumble a bit before he corrected himself. he turned to face the large mech that threw him when Bluestreak slammed into his waist arms holding onto him tightly. He heard his little one whimpering asking him to stop. When the larger gray mech made no moves, some clarity started coming back to Prowl.

He returned the tight hug and nuzzled his chevron against Bluestreaks helm. It usually calmed the other down when he had bad recharges. As his systems returned to normal a loud pop echo through the arena. Glancing up he met Skywarp's smiling face.

"hello lover." He chirped before grabbing both Prowl and Bluestreak then disappearing.

The others who were conscious looked at the spot that the two Praxians were just at. Smokescreen only sighed as Ratchet continued his ranting. The only door winger walked up the gun metal mech a smile on his face.

"So, what now your lordship?"

"Seeing how those two need somewhere to recover and that they are citizens of another city. It would be in poor taste that this wasn't investigated. So, until it has been done you and yours are welcome to my residence to recover." The leader of Kaon had a uneasy feeling from the Praxian and the medic. Especially when the medic snorted. He muttered something but Megatron could not hear but could not understand what it was.

"that's very kind of you," Smokescreen said instead. "Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would say the same…once they wake up." He snickers.

"And it gives him the chance to get to know our little mech better," Ratchet mutters again but louder.

Megatron froze then stammer something before leaving saying that some transport will arrive shortly. He wanted to talk to some of the Enforcers that just arrived. A twinge in his chassis seemed to agree with the medic as his spark spun happily.

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In the room of the Royal Trine, Skywarp popped back into existence with two passengers. Prowl steadied Bluestreak who was dizzy from the sudden displacement. The seeker took a step back letting the two door wingers get their baring's. Starscream and Thundercracker weren't that far off but were busy with the Vosian Council. They were trying to find Ratbats replacement as well as a few others.

The Praxians were to be kept out of sight until their presence could be explained. Which means that Skywarp has to keep the two entertained until his trine mates could show up. But with Bluestreak here he couldn't do what he really wanted to do. So, he'll have to settle for something else until the two door wingers could leave the room.

Skywarp sat back and thought about what he could do with his two guest. All the while Prowl was scanning over every inch of Bluestreak. The purple seeker was thinking of going to the little snipers rescue but the flyers of Vos knew of how protective Praxians could get over younglings, even ones as old as Bluestreak.

His wings twitch when an idea popped into his helm. "Hey Prowl, Bluestreak?" Prowl stopped going over Bluestreak and the little sniper looked hopefully at the seeker. "How about we play a game? TC just got the newest strategy game. Or we could watch some vids, we have a really large collection. Or-

"Actually, I am kind of hungry." Bluestreak interrupted. Prowl snapped his helm at the seeker who smiled down at the smaller gray Praxian.

"No problem, I'll go fetch us a whole bunch of snacks then we can make a Prowl sandwich and watch all the vids we have!" the purple seeker bounded over to the duo. Bluestreak giggles and Prowl looks uncertain but nods. "Great, I'll be right back." With a loud pop, he was gone.

"I hope you stay with them Prowl. I like him." the gray Praxian said with his big blue optics.

Prowl sighs but he too agrees that he likes being around the seekers. When he can he'll try to get in contact with both Smokescreen and his chief back in Praxus but for now his youngling was safe; they were safe for now.

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Chapter End.

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