Ow... My hands hurt! I think I need a cold pack for them. I have a habit of cracking my knuckles and I also play violin. Typing this up didn't help either.

Disclaimer: I do not own TF.

Chapter 13

"What! No! I do not trust your medic to do a check up on me!" Man, I really should have not said that. Now, Starscream was about to go into some big fit about why he shouldn't have to have a check up.

"Fine, do you want to be my first vict- patient of the day?" I ask, almost slipping victim.

Star would have blanched if he could, "Were you about to say 'victim'?!"

Hatchet looked between the two of us, "I taught you well, young one."

I snickered at the look on my dad's face, "I only learned from the evi-best."

Now it was Ratchet's turn to look at me funny, "Were you about to call me evil?"

I point at my dad, "He taught me that!"

Dad just sighed and looked ready to walk out the door, "Ha- Ratchet, I'm sorry for giving these two to you, old friend, but they need check ups. Especially after that shot my daughter took."

I laughed, "Don't worry, I forgave the 'Con who did it."

Star looked as thankful as one who did what he has done could, "Thankfully, they would have offlined me for even mentioning that."

My dad and mentor almost looked mad, my dad regained his control over his emotions and asked, "Who was it?"

I decided to play stupid, "Who was what?"

Hatchet sighed, "You know what we mean. Who. Was. It. That. Shot. You? We need to make sure we can take care of them so it doesn't happen again."

Star looked nervous at the 'take care of them' part, I guess I would be too if Hatchet had said it that way.

"Eh, that doesn't really matter. Plus, now he's considered my best friend," I turn to my 'BFF', "Ain't that right, 'Screamer?"

'Scream pulled a face, it looked a mix of confusion, joy, and...appreciation? My dad and Hatchet just looked pissed;

"He did WHAT?!"

I gave `Scream a one-sided hug, he flinched at the contact, "Yeah, and you're gonna accept it because I'm your daughter and you'll support my decisions all the way, right?"

My dad gave me a face, "Your going to bring that up? Use my own words against me?"

"Yes, I am. Now, Star gets first treatment."

Five Hours Later

"Never and I mean never put me through that again!"

I smirk, we had just experience the Hatchet's wrath. I didn't really get too harsh of a beating but I couldn't really say much about 'Scream. I think Scream didn't know about his reputation. So, Starscream just sat on the med-berth and didn't know kind of beatings he was soon to get. Now we were in his room and just kind of standing there. There wasn't a desk of chair; just a berth, a couch thing and a 'TV', as humans call them.

"Ow.. I can still mentally feel the dent on my arm!"

I sighed, "Oh just quit it!"

Star pulled a face, was he... pouting? "Fine, I'm going to stop..."

"I hear a 'NOT!' in that sentence. But, anyway, did you just pout?"

He stood there for a minute, "No, I just made the same face as 'Warp when he doesn't get what he wants."

"Which is called pouting."

He scowled at me, "No, this," he paused to make a face, "is pouting."

He made his optics all wide and pulled a puppy dog face, and then stuck out his bottom lip. All in all it looked adorable. The first thing I thought was, Dang, that's freaking cute.

"Lemme guess, you did that pouty face until Megatron made you Second in Command."

He frowned, "No, that was from my sheer intelligence."

I laughed, "What intelligence?"

"The intelligence that you probably don't have."

"Yeah, probably comes from only being a few decavorns old, dumbaft."

"I don't think you even know what a cybernetic quantum proton magnetizer is."

I thought for a while. Starscream had done a project on this when he was in the Iacon academy. It basically took the protons of an atom and split them into four pieces til they became unstable and then used the energy from them to magnetize something.

"I do. You did it when you were in the Iacon academy. It is a device that splits the protons of an atom into four pieces to use the energy for magnetizing things."

Star suddenly looked defensive, "How did you know I was in Academy?"

Slag. How was I going to explain this without bringing out my past or sounding like a creeper? Shockwave didn't just make me read Autobot profiles. He made me read almost everybody's profile. Even bots from the Slums.

"I um.. loved science so I read tons of datapads about it. I came across a project called the 'Cybernetic Magnetizer'. I read the name of the bot who conducted the project and recognized it as yours."

He looked suspicious, "You're lying. I also did a project with my partner on bot anatomy. I can tell when bots are lying."

I sighed, I really didn't want to talk about it. "Listen, can we talk about-"

I was interrupted when Prowl walked in, "Am I interrupting something?"

Prowl was no longer black and white. He was gold and black and a lot more slimmer.

"PROWL! Oh my Prima, it's so good to see you, again!"

I ran over and gave him a huge hug. Prowl was like my brother or uncle. Just like Jazzy.

"Stellar! Please release me from your death hug!"

I released him and smiled, he smiled back. Wait, Prowl doesn't smile...

"Who are you and what have you done with Prowl?"

He glanced at Star, I thought I saw the tinniest bit of worry in his optics. Star obliviously take anything to it, but I knew better.

"Prowl, are you okay? You're acting kind of strange. You have never smiled."

He smiled again, "Yes, they say that bots who have bonded tend to smile a bit more."

Bonded? Did he mean...

"OMP! YOUR BONDED? IS IT JAZZ?!"

"Ding ding ding! Right on, Girlie!" I heard the voice come from behind me.

I twirl around; standing next to the berth was the one and only Jazz.

"Jazzy! Oh my Prima this is the best day ever!" I ran over to give him a hug. I was still taller than him so it made it kind of awkward. I was okay with it though. I got to see Jazzy again!

"Um...Stell'r iz gettin' a bit weird now. You do realize you're about 7 ft. taller than me, right?"

"Seekers are naturally tall."

I look at Star, "Pft. If seekers are naturally tall then you're short."

He looked slightly offended, "Not true! I'm taller than you by at least a whole 3 feet!"

True, "Fine, whatev. Wouldn't that make Skywarp short, though? He is only what, 5 feet taller than Jazzy?"

Now, it was Jazz's turn to look offended, "I'm not 'at short! I may be short but 'oesn't mean you should make fun of 't!"

"Jazz. You do realize you're not actually that short, ya know. You are only about 1 foot shorter than the average height for your race, right?"

"Pft. Quit being racist."

"Fine. Whatever. End of topic. So, Prowl. You came in here for a reason I'm guessing?"

Prowl frowned, "Yes, I wanted to know why you were in the same room as Starscream. The same Starscream that shot you," he thought for a second, "And if you were okay after the attack of the Hatchet."

Star frowned, "Ratchet was evil, but yes, we are okay."

"I was asking Stellar, not you, Starscream."

They entered a silent stare down. I decided to break it up by smacking Star's shoulder.

"Stop it, you two. Yes, I'm fine. And yes, I do know that he shot me. We're friends now and you're going to accept that or I'll blow up your pile of datapads."

Prowl immediately stopped at hearing the datapad threat.

I yet again gave Star a one-armed hug, "See? BFF's"

This time Star didn't flinch, "Would you please stop? I don't like hugs."

"What are BFF's?" Trust Prowl to not know human customs.

"I found the term on the World Wide Web. It means; Best Friends Forever."

It was Star's turn to look surprised, "I knew we were friends. But we are best friends, now?"

I frowned, "You're okay with that, right?"

He thought for a moment, "Yes, I am fine with it."

"And Ah encourage it!" I looked at Jazz with surprise more than likely on my face.

"You encourage it? Really?! Thank you, Jazzy!"

Now that I know my family is okay with it I think I'll be happy for the rest of the week.

Done!