A/N: I'M ACTUALLY EARLY! XD It's One AM here, so I decided to go ahead and update since I know I'll be sleeping all day tomorrow. XD

REVIEWS!

Autobotgirl2234: HOLY CRAP, you can review! XD Wow. Thanks a lot for all the reviews! Wow. Really, thanks a lot!

Storylovers91: Thank you! XD Jazz has skillz! XD

Autobotschic: Fine. I'll take Smokey as well. He's cool, as long as he's not TF:P's version anyways. Isn't he? XD

Shizuka Taiyou: XD Synchro and Striker seem to have it down to a T, huh?

Bluestreak sighed as he slowly stepped into his old room. He jumped when he spotted Hound sitting at the table. "I forgot you were here!" He chuckled to himself.

Hound glanced up. "I'm hurt." He sent a smile to Bluestreak. "You're place is nice. It's huge, but nice."

Bluestreak smiled. "Yeah, it is pretty big. It's grew since I was younger."

Hound nodded. "We're only staying for the night?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah, then we have a two orn journey back to Iacon. I have to meet up with somebody when we get back."

"I know that it's none of my business," Hound began, "but I have really been curious since Kaon. How do you know the twins?"

Bluestreak frowned. He gaze shifted down. "I, uh." His doorwings slowly fell down against his back. "Well, I-"

"You don't have to answer, I was just curious." Hound smiled. "I'm really just surprised that a high caste mech like you would be in Kaon anyways."

Bluestreak slowly walked over to the table, and sat down. An awkward silence dominated the room. A pressure to break the silence crashed down on Bluestreak. "Yo- You know, I raised one of my younglings in this very unit!"

Hound's helm fell to the side. "I didn't know you had younglings. I- uh, I mean you don't look that old."

Bluestreak's doorwings rose in excitement. "I had two. They're all grown up now, but I love them very much! I adopted them. I guess I just got tired of trying to wait for the right bot to come around, and I just did it!"

Hound was smiling widely. "I helped raise my younger sister since she was a yougnling. I adore them as well."

"I used to teach younglings. It was the best days of my life." Bluestreak smiled.

Hound frowned. "What happened to change that? I know you're a really great sniper, so what happened to make you want to pick up a gun in the first place?"

Bluestreak frowned again. "I've always known how to fight, but shooting? I learned from Ironhide when he and Chromia had a shooting range here." Bluestreak smiled. "Pro- My second youngling was learning circuit-su, so I decided that I wanted to do something as well. I went to their shooting range, and Chromia told me the Sniper Rifle was the best fit. I remember, I was utterly terrified to start. Ironhide himself taught me. By the end of the first day, I could completely take the rifle apart, and put it back together again."

Hound smiled. "I've always been trained for search and rescue. My family is pretty big that area. My specialty is tracking though."

Bluestreak nodded. "It sounds like something that requires a lot of concentration. I'm okay with that kind of thing for short amounts of time, but forget it for as long as it would take to find somebody!"

Hound shrugged with a smile. "It's more of something where you have to be good at spotting details. If you miss even something little, it could throw you off."

Bluestreak nodded. "Not something I could do. I miss a lot of stuff!"

Hound smiled. "It takes vorns of training to get it right!"

The two jumped at a knock from the door. Bluestreak sighed as he stood up. "I'll get it." He barely made it two steps before the door opened. A white and red mech stomped through the door. "Ratchet?"

"Synchro sent me."

Bluestreak frowned. "Why?"

Ratchet rolled his optics as he walked past Bluestreak and up to Hound. "I'm checking for Viruses. Synchro worries."

Bluestreak groaned, catching the meaning. "We're not-"

"I'm not stupid! I know you're not! Synchro has issues. I just aid his fantasies." Ratchet glared. Hound squeaked as Ratchet grabbed his arm, and stuck a needle in, withdrawing energon into a vial.

Bluestreak frowned as Ratchet pulled the needle out and walked out of the room without another word. "I'm so sorry."

Hound stared down at his arm with a frown. "Ow."

Synchro leaned back on his berth, Striker sitting next to him stretched out over his half of the huge berth. "If you're not careful about how you go about this, every underground group could go running right to Megatron."

Synchro snorted. "I am aware."

Striker grunted. "You're not even going to make a plan, are you?"

Synchro leaned forward and smiled. "Prowl is in charge."

"Prowl? The walking computer. The emotio-"

"That's my grandcreation!" Synchro growled. "He's yours too!"

Striker shook his helm. "He is nothing but an experiment gone wrong. A used toy that belonged to Terra-byte."

"He is a mech with feelings and emotions."

"He should be offline!"

"He is where he should be."

Striker growled. "You don't know what you're doing."

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm going to make Prowl impress you. And when he does, I'm going to get the second best frag of my life."

Striker turned his helm away. "You'll be lucky if I push you into an acid pool."

Synchro raised an optic ridge. "Is that what make-"

"Synchro!" Striker growled.

Synchro snorted. "Fine. Gone to far. My bad. Now, back onto topic. I'm sure Prowl's going to frag a few of those mechs off. That's the plan. I don't want the ones who just want to join the winning side. I want the ones who understand what we're going to fight for. The freedom of Cybertron. The one you and I dreamed of while we were stuck on the streets like petro rats!"

Striker frowned and shook his helm. "That Cybertron is a dream, Synchro. One that will never happen."

"Nonsense. We're halfway there."

"How much of this stuff do you think I can fit into my subspace?"

". . ."

"I bet I can fit a lot of in there."

". . ."

"I bet I can find some paint somewhere around here too."

"Sideswipe, I will beat your aft if you don't shut up." Sunstreaker groaned as he rolled over on his berth. "This is the first time in... ever, that I have been able to recharge on a berth like this, and you will not ruin it for me!"

"Sunny!"

"Don't call me that!"

"Yeah, yeah. I guess you don't want anything." Sideswipe grabbed a small statue off an end table, and started to put it inside his subspace.

"Drop that statue!"

Sideswipe jumped as the voice came out of nowhere. He dropped the small knick knack, and ran across the room to his brother before the item could even clack against the floor. "Evil spirits be gone!"

"I am no evil spirit!"

Sunstreaker pushed Sideswipe off the berth. "He's talking through the slagging cameras, idiot!"

Prowl slowly walked down hall. He barely had any time to talk to his Sire, and the time he did have was interrupted on an almost breemly basis. He sighed as knocked on his sire's door.

"Come in!"

Prowl opened the door, and walked inside the nonstalgic room he grew up in. "I'm glad I can come in here and the lights be on."

Bluestreak sent a smile from his place at the table. "Yeah! Prowl, this is Hound."

Prowl nodded to the green mech. "My pleasure."

"Nope, all mine!"

Prowl nodded, and took a seat at the table. "You're working? This late?"

"Yeah, we have to fill out these forms for Sunstreaker and Sideswipe." Bluestreak answered as he sighed. "I don't like data pad work."

Prowl nodded. "Jazz doesn't like it either."

"So, how are you two related?" Hound leaned forward. "I asked Blue before, but I didn't really get an answer."

Prowl stared at the mech with his usual blank expression. "Not relevant."

Hound shrugged. "Okay?"

Bluestreak chuckled. "Hey Prowl, what does DoR stand for?"

"Date of Recruitment. LoR is Location of Recruitment."

"Thank you!" Bluestreak smiled as his stylus began scribbling down the information.

Hound leaned back in his chair, his own data pad held up to his face. "Hey Blue, when you're done with that, can you read through this and see if it's okay for our report. I left out the high grade, and almost shooting part."

"Almost shooting?" Prowl turned to Bluestreak. "What does he mean by almost shooting?"

Bluestreak let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, I almost shot the twins."

"Almost?"

"They weren't being cooperative, and I figured it was best to use force. I wasn't really going to shoot... Okay, I was going to shoot Sunstreaker, but not Sideswipe. I mea-"

"Bluestreak." Prowl warned.

"Sorry."

"Have you since spoke to them about it. It would be best they don't hold grudges. They might have to have your back one of these days and decide you're not worth it."

Bluestreak glanced down. "I haven't. I'll talk to them tomorrow. We have a two orn trip ahead of us."

Prowl nodded.

"I got it! Prowl is your carrier!" Hound smiled in achievement.

"No." Bluestreak laughed, "but nice guess."

"Scrap. Thanks."

Prowl nodded to the two. "I'll take my leave now. Goodnight Bluestreak, Hound."

"Goodnight, Prowl." Hound smiled.

"Wait. Can we talk in the hallway?" Bluestreak shot up. "It's kind of important."

Prowl frowned. "I suppose."

Bluestreak smiled and pulled Prowl out of the room and into the hall. As soon as the door shut behind them Bluestreak glanced around to make sure nobody was watching. "Can we not tell Sire about the almost shooting the twins thing?"

Prowl nodded. "Of course, Bluestreak."

Relief spread across Bluestreak's face. "Good. I was, um, also kind of wondering if you could, well..."

Prowl frowned as his helm cocked to the side. "Yes?"

"Could you maybe make sure Sire doesn't stress himself out too much?"

"Synchro is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. I-"

"He pushes it, Prowl." Bluestreak sighed. "He's pushing it even now. I know he's trying to train you, but..." Bluestreak sighed. "Don't let it interfere with his health. You're a smart bot. I'm sure you can think of something."

Prowl nodded. "I will make sure Synchro does not push himself."

Bluestreak smiled. "Thank you."

Prowl nodded. "Goodnight Bluestreak."

"Night, Prowl." Bluestreak waved as the bot walked down the hall.