A/N: I'm so happy. I skipped a day of school. I had to take a make up test, but it was so worth it! I got so much done! I took about an hour to look up writing challenges, and I found a lot that I want to try, but -sigh- I have to get some of my stories done. I started writing on here saying I would only have one story at a time, and here I am, with three or four, or maybe five. I don't know...

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Anonymous BW FG : Unicronia gets that from me. I always like to give my OC's something about myself. It makes them easier to write. It just so happens Unicronia got to be a little bit of a perv. XD I actually had to cut out some of the more awkward moments. They just weren't working, and I felt they went a little over the top... Sometimes I wish I would get fat. I need some motivation to work out. I don't want to do it, so I just don't. I'm so out of shape. I can't do any push ups, I have no endurance. I'm a little weakling.

Autobotschic: XD I'm glad it makes your day! I like to come back and read it sometimes, and I sit there like "How the pit did I come up with stuff?" A little egotistical, maybe, but I crack myself up! I think when anybody first starts something they think they're going to be great and awesome at it, and that's just natural, but it just urks me when it's people openly saying that the popularity is the only reason they're writing. RAWR. XD okay, I'm not going to rant. I promise. There is this program in U.S. (Don't know if you live in this country.) It's called the National resources Conservation Service. They do a lot of stuff that has to do with biology, and water conservation. Stuff like that. They do internships, and stuff. It's pretty cool. I'd check it out for the Wildlife Biologist thing. And THANK YOU!

Autobot-Mayday: She's so weird! I like some of their songs, My library consists of two One Direction songs. My library also consists of 865 other songs. XD I love music. My itunes recently deleted all my music, so I have start all over. You're welcom! I'd hate for somebody to die on my watch! Hmm. Sparkling Unicronia? Bunnies come jumpin! XD I might just use that one of these days ;) I laughed my aft off from thinking of Mimic in Unicronia's berth. He'd just be sitting there like "Hey" and doing a little head nod with a smirk on his face XD

MESSAGE FROM NINJA DROPOUT'S FRIEND!

The Big B( AKA: Jazz) : I helped with this chapter, just saying. Ninja couldn't have done it without me, or google documents for that matter. Prowler had a stick called writers block right up her aft.

Ninja(Jazz: AKA Prowl or Prowler) : Okay then, that's all for Jazz on keyboard. Seriously, no more. (besides that last part.)


"The one time we need Red Alert, and he isn't inside the security room!" Wheeljack huffed, holding a new piece of scrap metal over his waist.

Unicronia shrugged. "He must have more important stuff to do than sit inside a room. Maybe he's fragging Mimic again."

"What? Mimic got into Red's berth?"

Unicronia nodded. "Apparently."

"Wow, you've got a pretty good Third." Wheeljack nodded his helm. "Really good Third."

"Wheeljack, are you imagining what happened between Mimic and Red?"

"No?" Wheeljack asked. Unicronia raised an optic ridge. "Yes?"

"There's no wrong answer."

"Yes, I am."

"Thank Primus. Me too."

Wheeljack laughed. "If I wasn't holding up a piece of scrap metal, I'd hug you."

Unicronia shrugged. "Let's search your lab before we go after Red. We might be able to avoid the whole Red Alert issue."

Wheeljack nodded. "Sure. I'm starting to think that, maybe, high grade isn't so good." Unicronia froze. Wheeljack turned to the femme and gave her a questioning look. "What?"

Unicronia smacked Wheeljack across the face. "Never say that about highgrade again."

Wheeljack shuttered his optics. "Okay."

Unicronia hugged Wheeljack. "I'm sorry for hitting you, but you crossed a line."

"It's okay. I would have hit myself too."


"Do you see it?" Wheeljack dug under his lab table.

Unicronia picked up a data pad that had a strange liquid dripping off. "Maybe I should come down here, and clean it up every once in a while."

Wheeljack looked up at her. "What's wrong with it?"

"Um. Nothing." Unicronia dropped the data pad. "Except it's disgusting."

Wheeljack began screaming. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! WHAT IS IT! EW! IT'S SLIMEY!"

Unicronia quickly turned around. Wheeljack was jumping around trying to get a giant green blob off of him. "BLOBATRON! NO!" Unicronia yelled. The green blob slowly made it's way down Wheeljack's back, and up to Unicronia's pedes. The green blob made a high pitched squish sound.

"Blobatron, you know better than that! First of all, you should have never left the lab! Second, You know better than to ambush Wheeljack! He could explode at any moment! Third, Bow Caster misses you. Go back to the lab, and tell her you're sorry!"

Blobatron made another high pitched squish before slowly sliding out of the room and down the hall.

"What. Was. That?" Wheeljack's optics were bright with shock.

"That was Blobatron. Some of my Unicronians made it. I've been working on training him, but he just doesn't listen."

"You call that not listening?"

"Yes."

Wheeljack shook his helm. "I seriously don't think it's in here."

"Should we try Red Alert again?" Unicronia kicked a piece of arm armor across the ground.

"Sure. Can we comm him first? I really don't want to have to walk around with that metal around my waist."

::Unicronia to Red Alert::

::What?::

::Are you in the security hub?::

::Why? Are you looking for the opprotune moment to offline me? Are you working with the Decepticons? YOU DECEPTICON!::

:: Um no. Wheeljack and I are looking for something very... sensitive, and I need to know everywhere we were the night before last night.::

:: Wheeljack's room, Wheeljack's lab, Prowl's office, Optimus' office, the rec room, The closet across from the rec room, and your room.::

::Wow. Okay then. Thank you!::

::Stupid Decepticon::

"So?" Wheeljack leaned up to Unicronia as her optics lit up.

"We have a lot of work to do."


The two searched Unicronia's room, her lab, and the rec room as well as they could. No sign of the fragging cod piece. "There's only two places left." Unicronia glanced over to Wheeljack.

"Break it to me. How overenergized were we?"

"Prowl and Optimus' offices."

"WHAT?"

Unicronia shrugged. "We got around."

Wheeljack stared at Unicronia. "Yeah. I guess we do. How are we going to get in there? It's not like we can just start banging on the door."


"I wish I never asked." Wheeljack mumbled as Unicronia started banging on Prowl's office door.

"Prowl! We need to look for something!" Prowl's door opened, and Unicronia smiled. Prowl sat at his desk a data pad in one servo, and a broken stylus in the other. Unicronia shuttered her optics. "I think you need a new stylus."

Prowl growled in one of rare bouts of anger. "If one more bot bothers me today I will offline somebody!"

"Have you seen a cod piece in here?"

Prowl stared at Unicronia before quickly stand up and backing away from his desk. "You didn't."

"I may or may not know what we did." A look of horror crossed Prowl's face plates. He shuttered a moment before sparks flew off his helm, and he landed with a crash upon the floor. Unicronia laughed. "That's was great. Let's get searching."

"Do you think we're so disgusting he just coulnd't sit at his desk anymore?"

"Well, we found a new way for him to stop overworking himself. We should tell Ratchet." Unicronia began crawling around the floor, and looking under objects.

Wheeljack nodded. "True. I wonder what we did that night."

Unicronia looked up to one of the corners in the room. "Red Alert has cameras in here."

Wheeljack looked down at Unicronia. "You aren't planning on watching them, are you?"

"Pit yes! I want to know if really did get hot on Prowl and Optimus' offices! I mean don't you want to know if we did it in the rec room in front of all the bots who were in there?"

Wheeljack froze. "I didn't think of there being bots in there."

Unicronia shrugged before she sighed. "It's not here."

Wheeljack groaned. "Can we just go look at the footage first so we don't have to go to Prime's office?"

Unicronia frowned. "I guess." She sighed. "Fun sucker."


Unicronia knocked on the security room. "What!" Red Alert yelled through the door.

"Wheeljack, and I want to see the footage of us! We need to know what we did!"

The door slid open, and Ratchet stood there smirking. "It's hilarious."

Unicronia frowned. "Ratchet, what are you doing here?"

"I decided to help find Wheeljack's cod piece. I really don't want to have to make a new one."

Unicronia shrugged as she walked in. Red Alert sat in his giant chair with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. "I guess you want me to play it again."

"Please." Ratchet smirked.

Wheeljack's room door opened for Unicronia and Wheeljack to fall out of the room.

Unicronia paused the footage. "Did we go to your lab first?"

"Yeah, then my room, but that's all I really remember." Wheeljack rubbed his helm.

Red Alert began the video again.

The two stood up off the ground, and Unicronia looked to be laughing. She stood up and pointed down the hall. The two ran down the hall, falling over a couple of times, and stopped in front of the rec room. Bots stared at them as Wheeljack filled up cube after cube of energon, and leaving them on the table.

Unicronia grabbed Hound and pulled him to the table. She said something before Hound started waving his servos in front of his face in a refusing manner. Unicronia said something else, and Hound tried to get up, but Unicronia pushed him back down.

Wheeljack grabbed one of the cubes, and balenced it on Hound's helm, only for it fall off onto Hound's lap seconds later. Wheeljack frowned before he snapped his mask closed. His fins lit up signaling him talking.

Unicronia jumped up and down smiling. Hound started shaking his helm. Unicronia jumped and started panicking. Wheeljack began panicking as well, and the two ran out of the room. Seconds after Mirage appeared, and started laughing.

The camera cut back to Unicronia and Wheeljack. They ran into the closet, and disappeared. Minutes later they came back out. Blobatron in Unicronia's servos. She placed him on the ground and pointed towards the rec room shouting something. Blobatron began slowly making his way forward before Unicronia began giggling.

Unicronia said something before the two ran off down the hall towards Prowl's office. Unicronia began messing around on the lock, and the door opened. Unicronia smiled, and pointed inside.

The camera cut to inside Prowl's office. Unicronia ran over to one of the filing cabinets, and began taking data pads out, and placing them in a random spot. The two brought their servos up to their faces and began giggling. They quickly ran out of the room, and tore down the hall.

Unicronia and Wheeljack stood in front of Optimus' office. Unicronia opened the door, and the camera quickly cut to the inside of the office. Optimus was hunched over his desk, and Unicronia tip toed closer. She made rabbit ears over his helm, and laughed. Wheeljack grabbed a trinket, and set it ontop of Optimus' helm, where it balenced, and stayed unmoving.

Unicronia giggled, but quickly stopped. She glared at Wheeljack and punched him. Wheeljack fell to the ground, and she quickly grabbed his cod piece. She dashed out of the room, and left Wheeljack there.

The camera cut to Unicronia as she laughed and stuck the cod piece into her subspace. Wheeljack tumbled out of Optimus' office, and Unicronia hugged him, before the two went back into Wheeljack's room.

Unicronia and Wheeljack stared at the screen while Ratchet laughed, and laughed.

Unicronia dug through her subspace and pulled out Wheeljack's cod piece. She silently passed it over, and Wheeljack graciously accepted it. Wheeljack looked down. "What the pit were we thinking?"

Unicronia shrugged. "I don't know, but we looked like we were having fun."

Ratchet smiled. "Come on. Red Alert might offline us if we stay here much longer." He pushed the two out of the room, and held back more laughter.

Wheeljack rubbed his stomach where Unicronia had punched him. "Why did you punch me?"

"I don't know. Sometimes I get this feeling to just punch somebody."

Ratchet laughed. "Alright, Wheeljack, go put your cod piece back on, and Unicronia, apologize to Hound."

"Okay." The two mumbled as they went their separate ways.