A/N: Hello! Just an FYI if you don't watch Ninja's facebook page, This is Fight The Fighter, I'm updating for Ninja for maybe a couple of weeks. I'm not sure how god for pre-written chapters.
Prowl frowned as he walked up to the ever dreaded door. He couldn't help but wonder if that was how bots felt walking up to his door. Reminding themselves to tread lightly, and hope for the best outcome.
Prowl knocked on the door. "Red Alert? It's me, Prowl."
"I know who it is!" The voice was muffled through the door, but even Prowl could tell the bot was upset.
"Is something wrong?" Prowl sighed, dreading the answer.
"I-Is something wrong?" The door swished open, and an irritated red and gray mech stomped up to the door, careful not to actually exit. "Yes!"
"What?"
"Synchro sent a message earlier that there was a leak in security! I can't find anything, and now he's telling me he didn't tell me that! There has to be some kind of reason! Maybe somebody hacked into his comm system and they're using it to send false information! Those glitches. THEY WILL PAY!"
Prowl sighed at the overreacting mech. "Synchro is just messing with you. There is no security risks. I promise."
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" The door quickly slid shut in Prowl's faceplate.
Prowl's door wings flicked with irritation. "I was not finished talking to you, Red Alert. I need to talk about the security for when Me-"
The door slid open, and Red Alert's irritated face was shoved into Prowl's personal space. "The Prime is here! What were you thinking almost yelling that name out loud?"
Prowl's helm cocked to the side. "Prime's quarters are in a separate building. I high-"
"NO! He's already bugged the place! He's always listening! Why do you think he always has that deep expression? It's because he's processing everything we say! He's listening to us right now! He knows everything! EVERYTHING!"
Prowl frowned and glanced down. Did he know everything? No. There was only a five percent chance. "I doubt he knows everything."
"I hear Jazz and him are close. I bet Jazz is a spy! He's going to help the Prime take over!"
Prowl glared. What was he doing listening to this? "Red Alert, Jazz has lived here for almost all of his life. He doesn't know half the things that go on here. What good would he be?"
"He's best friends with the heir!" Red Alert's door closed again. "Come back later!"
Prowl sighed. So much for that.
Synchro and Bluestreak walked down the hall. "You know, if you're so lonely, I hear Ratchet is single."
Bluestreak's door wings flicked up in surprise. "What?"
"Ratchet is single. He might be a good match! You two aren't so far in age." Synchro smirked.
"Sire! That is- Th- No!"
Synchro laughed. "Well, how about Slinger?"
"Slinger?" Bluestreak frowned as he thought about the gruff bot. He was a lot like Ironhide personality wise. "No."
"What? Do you have something against Minicons?"
"No." Bluestreak answered. "I just... I don't know. I'm not really even sure of the kind of bot I would like."
"What about the twins. Sliver and Scatter Frost seem to like you." Synchro laughed.
"Huh-uh. No! Absolutely not!" Bluestreak laughed. "I don't think I would be good with those two. Or even one of them. I can see our bonding night. One would pretend to be the other, and then next thing you know I'm bonded to a wrench."
Synchro burst out laughing. "I don't think they're that skilled."
"Yeah, but I'm pretty gullible." Bluestreak chuckled.
Synchro laughed. "You are, aren't you?"
The two walked into the meeting room. "I can't help it! That's not fair that you're going to pick on me either!"
"As your bonded he has a right." Bluestreak jumped in surprise as the pink femme spoke up from her place at the table. Elita-One glanced up from her data pad.
"They are not bonded yet, Elita-One. Remember what Jazz told us. They are Pre-bonded." Optimus spoke up.
Synchro pulled Bluestreak close. "I'm trying to pawn him off if anybody is interested."
Bluestreak glared. "This is not funny! I'm not his bonded or even his pre-bonded!"
"Synchro." A small mech stood in front of the door way. "St-"
"Move." A gray and green form walked into the room. "Synchro. What the frag is going on?"
Synchro stared at the form. "I don't remember giving you permission to wonder onto my property. Did we have some spoken agreement?"
Striker stomped up to the table and slammed his servos down. "Listen here, you petro rat, you have ten kliks to give back everything your mechs took from me."
Synchro sat down, and raised an optic ridge. "Excuse me?"
Striker glared as he pulled out a blaster and aimed it. Elita-One went to stand up, but Optimus stopped her. Bluestreak was already in action. He pulled out his own gun, and aimed it at Striker. "Shoot and be shot, Slagger."
Striker sent a calculating glare at the small bot. "You." The mech spat out. "You think this is some game?" Striker laughed. "I doubt you have it in you to shoot that blaster!"
"Take a seat Striker." Synchro sighed. "Let's at least try to talk things through. You know, make a good impression for the new Prime."
Striker glanced back at Optimus, and lowered his blaster. "There is nothing to talk about. You stole it."
"Primus tell. What did I steal?"
Striker glared. "You know slagging well what you stole."
Synchro released a laughed. "Oh, I see. You're still trading with that scrap. I didn't do it. I sent out two bots yesterday to take care of some business, but those are the only ones who left. I believe I told you that dabbling in that stuff was poor judgment."
Striker growled. "Listen here. I will pull you apart limb by limb!"
"Good luck trying, Fragger." Synchro stood up. "Would you like to go a round right now?"
Striker smirked. "Please, let's do!" He reeled back his fist and let it fly only for it to be caught by Bluestreak.
Bluestreak grabbed the balled fist, and threw the mech to the ground. His blaster never once pointed away from the mech. "I don't think so."
Striker stood up to attack Bluestreak, but was quickly gripped by his arm and hefted up by a huge black servo.
Prowl slowly stepped into the room, and nodded to Ironhide. "Thank you, Ironhide. Please dispose of him properly, and send a notice letting the Crystal group know where to pick up their leader."
Ironhide nodded. "Yeah, yeah."
Synchro snorted as the door shut. "Idiot charging in here like that. Something must have made a mess of the Crystal group if he had the nerve to come here."
Bluestreak frowned. "I wonder who did it."
Synchro laughed. "Are you kidding? I did it."
Bluestreak jumped up. Surprise written all over his face. "What?"
"I did it. Slagger deserved it."
Optimus stood up. "May I ask what you did?"
Synchro glared. "No." A huge smile crossed Synchro's face. "Prowl!" He ran up to the mech and hugged him. "I missed you so much!"
"Please stop messing with Red Alert. You make my job that much harder."
"He's so fun to mess with though!" Synchro whined as he began rubbing Prowl's doorwings.
Prowl turned to Bluestreak. "Are you alright?"
"I'm okay." Bluestreak smiled. "Are you alright?"
Prowl's helm turned to the side. "Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Synchro seems to be having fun playing with your door wings. That's all."
Synchro smiled as he gently rubbed his servo over the door wing. He sent a wink to Bluestreak as he raised his servo to reveal his true intentions. "Does it tickle, Prowl? Crack a smile! Do it!"
"It does not." Prowl sighed. "I thought we had a meeting."
Synchro scrunched his face up in a pout. "We do, but not everything is work related. Get in the groove of having fun!"
"Work is fun." Prowl frowned.
Bluestreak giggled. "Yeah, Synchro. Work is fun."
Prowl's door wings dropped a millimeter. "Is there something funny? I didn't say anything funny did I?"
Bluestreak pursed his lips. "No. It wasn't funny. I'm sorry."
"You're still laughing, Bluestreak." Prowl frowned as Elita-One released a giggle. "What?"
Bluestreak coughed. "I'm sorry. Nothing is funny."
Prowl sighed. His door wings perked up. "Synchro!"
Synchro burst out laughing as Prowl reached behind him and tried to remove the sticky object from his doorwing. "Teach you to dampen your sensors!"
Bluestreak giggled as Prowl worked to reach the object. He walked up to Prowl, and swatted his servo away. "You're going to scratch your paint if you keep reaching at it like that!" Bluestreak peeled the purple decal off Prowl's door wing and gave it to him. "There."
Prowl glanced down at it and frowned. The sticker had a data pad printed on it, and said "Pad pusher". Prowl glared up at Synchro. "I am not a pad pusher."
"No, you're not." Synchro agreed. "You're a bot pusher! Shove them right over the edge, don't you?"
Bluestreak frowned. "I think we should start the meeting."
Prowl nodded, and turned to Optimus. "I am sorry."
Optimus shook his helm, a small smile graced his lips. "It is fine."
Synchro sat down at the head of the table. "Well, Prowl. Start it off."
Prowl stared at Synchro for a moment before he nodded. "We understand that you are here to ask for mechs that could help you in your war efforts correct?"
"Yes, the training portion anyways. It would be your decision if they actually fight."
Prowl nodded. "I cannot say that we have many bots to spare that are skilled enough to train."
"Most of the bots that are in my army have little to no training in any kind of fighting or violence. Anything helps." Optimus answered. "We are fighting for Cybertron's freedom. We are fighting to expel the Caste system that brought us to this war."
Bluestreak frowned. He was skilled in what he did wasn't he? His sire did tell him to stand on his own. But to stand on his own he had to do something first!
Prowl nodded. "How do we know you aren't just going send them out into battle the first chance you get? Send out the skilled ones and let them all offline first. You personally would have no loss."
"I would not do that. I am simply asking for somebody to train the unskilled bots. As I said before they would only fight if they feel the cause is worth it." Optimus answered. "I do not wish for you to loose mechs because of your graciousness."
"I will help!" Bluestreak stood up. "I'm more than skilled enough to teach your mechs how to snipe, or shoot even. I know you have Ironhide, but nobody is better than me at sniping."
Synchro frowned. "Bluestreak."
"You said so yourself. I should stand tall by myself. It's time I grew up! I want to help him. It's my fault for starting this whole situation, and I want to help stop it!"
Synchro stood up. "It was not your fault! It was coming whether or not you did what you did!"
"I just want to help make things right again. I want to help Optimus Prime!" Bluestreak looked to the big blue and red bot. "If he'll let me."
"Of course." Optimus nodded. "You are more than welcome. Your skills will be greatly appreciated."
"I don't only want to help train."
Synchro frowned. "Blue."
"I want to help fight!" Bluestreak looked down. "I want to help you no matter what the cost is!"
Synchro stood up with a growl. "Bluestreak! I've already messed you up enough with what you've already done. I don't think you can go into battle without it messing yourself up even more!"
Bluestreak frowned. "I need to do this though. It's my punishment. They aren't going to punish me, so I'll do it myself!"
Synchro frowned. "You don't need to be punished. You did nothing wrong!"
"I did nothing wrong?" Bluestreak shook his helm. "You can't say that! You said that the way to measure the kind of life you had was to find out how many regrets you had at the end of your life! I don't want this to be one of my regrets! I want to fight and help protect my family. I want to protect Prowl, Smokescreen, Scatter Frost, Ironhide, Sliver, Chromia, Little Barricade, Ratchet, Jazz, Kaymin, Serenade, Red Alert and you."
Synchro sighed as he stood up. "Fine. Do what your little spark desires." He spat. "Just don't come running to me when you find out it was the biggest mistake of your life." Synchro began walking off. "Prowl, you know what to do."
Prowl stood up silently, and watched as Synchro left. "We cannot make a decision yet. I am sorry. We will think about it though."
Optimus nodded. "I understand."
"I am very sorry. I have some stuff to take care of." Prowl nodded bore he left the room.
Optimus sighed as he turned to Bluestreak. "Thank you, Bluestreak. Your help means a lot."
Bluestreak nodded. "I meant what I said. I want to protect my family, and I wouldn't mind if that family included you two as well."
Elita-One jumped at the statement. "What? We aren't going to accidentally agree to a bonding are we?"
Bluestreak laughed. "No."
Optimus smiled. "I would be proud to be part of your family, Bluestreak."
Elita-One nodded in agreement. "I wouldn't mind either."
Bluestreak smiled as he wrapped Elita-One in a hug. "Thank you!"
"Get off! That doesn't mean I trust you!"
Optimus stood up. "Is Synchro going to be okay with this. It seems that you two had a bit of a fight. I would hate if I was the reason for a couple splitting up."
"C-couple!" Bluestreak made a purging sound. "No way. Jazz, lied! We are NOT a couple!"
