Where There Is Smoke

Rated T for language, mentions of menstrual periods and heat cycles, and anything else I might have missed.

Talking:

"English or other Earth language"

"Cybertronian"

"Talking on the phone or recordings"

:comm. link:

[Texting]

'Thought'

(Bond talk)

** (Bumblebee speaking in beeps) **

Spark feelings

Druatch

Flash back or change of time or place

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my O.C.'s.

Time changes:

Nano-klik=1/2 a klik. Klik= less than a second. Breem (cybertronian minute) = 8 minutes. Cycle=hour. Joor (cybertronian hour) = 6 hours. Solar cycle=day. Megacycle= 1 week. Orn= 13 days. Groon= 1 month. Deca-orn = 3 months. Stellar cycle= 1 year. Vorn=83 years

Smokescreen pulled into the parking lot and found a spot that was close to the doors, yet had a clear shot to the parking lot exit.

To pass the time, Smokescreen surfed the internet for anything that might be a Decepticon sighting, or something that might be Cybertronian that was found by humans that didn't know what to think of it, anything that might give him a chance to really prove himself to the others.

After a while, June came out of the hospital, walking stiffly and looking like she hadn't had a decent sleep in weeks.

'Hmm, must have had a long day,' Smokescreen flashed his lights to get her attention and opened the door when she got close. "Hey, how was work?"

June shrugged as she sat in the seat. "Oh, you know… sick person here, injured person there. Can't say too much because of patient confidentiality but yeah, the usual,"

Smokescreen laughed and said "I wasn't asking how their day was going I was asking how your day was going,"

June shrugged again and crossed her arms, trying to be friendly but just not feeling up for it. "Same old same old,"

Smokescreen realized his attempts at cheering up his charge weren't working. "Same old same old, huh?"

June looked at the radio console. "How's your day?"

Smokescreen rocked on his suspension as he drove in a shrug. "Well, we found energon. When we got there Wheelack was already digging some up which is how we were able to detect it. Then the 'Cons showed up, we fought over the energon, accidently blew upthe energon so we had to haul aft to get out of there,"

June looked concerned. "Is everyone alright?"

"Yeah, well except Wheeljack who lost an arm-servo but Ratchet's almost finished reattaching it if he hasn't already,"

June relaxed against the seat. "Good to know," June didn't say anything more after that.

When they reached the city limits, Smokescreen realized June was being awfully quiet. He glanced at June and saw she was showing signs of discomfort that bordered on pain. "June, are you ok?"

June smiled at him, a very forced smile. "Uh huh, fine,"

Smokescreen didn't believe her but let it slide until they got closer to the base and he saw she was holding her midsection as though she were hurting. "June, are you sure you're ok?"

June forced another smile and nodded but this time the "uh huh" sounded more like a pained whimper so Smokescreen contacted Ratchet.

After telling Ratchet his suspicions, Smokescreen sped up. "Just talked to Ratchet, he wants to see you when we get there,"

June sighed and tried to shift her position on the seat. "Smokescreen, I'm fine. My stomach just hurts a little bi-ah!" June gasped when they hit a bump.

Realizing that driving at high speeds over a bumpy road with a hurting human in his alt. mode probably wasn't the best idea, Smokescreen slowed back down to the speed he had been going before. "We're almost to the base, hang on,"

When they got to the base Ratchet was already waiting to examine June. "Nurse Darby,"

June looked up at the medic as she climbed out of her guardian's alt. mode. "Ratchet,"

Ratchet knelt down so he was more on June's level "Smokescreen tells me you were experiencing some abdominal discomfort on the way here,"

June smiled reassuringly and waved him off. "Oh, it's not that bad, really,"

Ratchet was undeterred. "Even so, I would like to give you a quick examination, just to be safe,"

June looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Um, alright… is it alright if I use the restroom first?"

Ratchet waved her off and June fast-walked to the human rest room on the base. Once she was gone, the medic turned to Smokescreen. "To the best of your knowledge, what are her symptoms and how long have they persisted?"

Smokescreen thought for a moment. "Well, at first she seemed really uncomfortable but when I asked her about it she said she was fine. Until I hit a few bumps on the road and she held her chassis like she was hurting and when I asked if she was ok, again, she started to say her stomach hurt but then I hit a pothole and she wouldn't say anything else after that,"

Ratchet frowned; he didn't know very much about human anatomy but he did know that almost all of the vital organs are located in the torso and that this particular case could be anything.

His concern increased when he got a comm. from Silverbullet, who had gone to the waste disposal room to purge her tanks. :Ratchet, June just passed me on her way to see you. You better have a look at her, she smells of blood.:

A few minutes later, June came back and Ratchet brought her into the med. bay and set her on a med. berth and opened a panel on his arm-servo and activated his scanner. "Alright, Nurse Darby, I'm going to scan you for anything out of the ordinary. While I do that I'm going to ask you a few questions. Understood?"

June nodded "Yes, doctor,"

"Alright, hold still," Ratchet slowly moved the scanner up and down to scan her whole body and asked her all the basic questions. What were her symptoms? How long has she had them? On a scale of one to ten how bad were they?

June answered all of the questions honestly and, after looking around at everyone else nervously, gestured for Ratchet to come closer.

Confused, Ratchet leaned closer so June could whisper in his audio receptor. Ratchet's optics widened slightly and he stood up to his full height. "Oh. Have you… um…"

June smiled at him. "Just took some pain killers while I was using the rest room,"

Smokescreen looked confused and worried. "Pain killers, what's going on?"

Ratchet rubbed the space between his optics in a "why me?" manner. "Smokescreen, look up 'menstrual period' on the internet,"

Smokescreen's optics dimmed as he did so and when they brightened up again they shone brighter than before and widened. "Oh… oh Primus, and I thought Cybertronian cycles were bad.

Miko overheard what he just said and shrieked "Wait, bots get periods?"

This drew everyone's attention to her and those in the med. bay—they hadn't gone into the sanctioned off part of the med. bay because Wheeljack was in there so they were still in view of the others—so Ratchet sighed and explained.

"No, we get heat cycles. They are similar in many ways except Cybertronians don't bleed like human females do and when a Cybertronian is in heat they have to lock themselves away in isolation so no one else is affected,"

Smokescreen looked at Miko and said "Where do you think I've been the last few days?"

The humans all went pale as they looked up at the Praxian and then blushed as they quickly averted their eyes. Everyone dropped the subject after that.

All for the better, since Agent Fowler came storming in a few minutes later shouting for Optimus. "PRIME! We've got a situation here!"

The bots all recognized Agent Fowler's tone as one he used right before he told them that the scrap hit the fan and gathered around to hear what he had to say, except for Ratchet who was working on Wheeljack's shoulder.

"Agent Fowler, what is the situation?"

Fowler looked up at Optimus and held up a tan folder. "Someone just reported something you're not going to like," he opened up the folder. "From the looks of things there is a high probability of an info leak,"

Jack gripped the guardrail that went around the human's platform. "You mean someone knows about the bots and is telling people?"

Miko held up her hands. "Wasn't us!"

Jack face palmed and then turned to look at the girl. "Miko, why would we spend so much time deleting evidence of the bots' existence from the internet if we were going to tell people anyway?"

Raf looked up from his lap top where he was, coincidently, checking the usual websites for signs of Cybertronian sightings to scrub. "You know, Agent Fowler might be right. I thought it was just coincidence but there have been a lot Bumblebee sightings lately and a lot of them were uploaded to the same site,"

He typed on his computer to bring up the site he was referring to. "and when I checked the more recent ones just now it says they were uploaded by the same people,"

Bumblebee went over to look over Raf's shoulder. "Does it say who uploaded them?"

Raf did some more typing and then squinted as he leaned closer two the screen. "There's a few names here; 'TheRealEffingDeal', 'LadiesMan217', 'WarriorGoddess' 'Robo-Warrior' and the fourth one is Anonymous,"

Bumblebee thought a moment before slumping. "Scrap, I knew those pictures looked familiar"

Jack looked at Bumblebee. "Do you know them?"

Bumblebee rubbed his faceplates and nodded. "Yep, I know 'LadiesMan' personally, 'WarriorGoddess' and Robo-Warrior sound familiar too. 'TheRealEffingDeal' used to be the name of a conspiracy website that got shut down because the guy that ran it saw us and posted only potential sightings of us, he's using that name as a username on other sites now,"

Silverbullet purred and examined her claws. "You know, if you really want to silence someone…" she flexed her digits and extended her claws to almost double the length of her digits.

Bumblebee glared at her and growled. "You go anywhere near them and you'll answer to me,"

Miko looked up at Bulkhead. "I thought we were the only ones that know about you?"

Bulkhead sighed and said. "Raf isn't the first human charge Bumblebee's ever had. When we first landed on Earth we didn't know who to trust so we stayed in hiding and didn't let anyone know about us. At some point 'Bee hid in a used car lot and was bought by some kid buying his first car, 'Cons found them when the kid was on a date with his new girlfriend and they found out about us,"

Bumblebee crossed his arm-servos and said. "And if I'm right about this 'Robo-warrior' was a government agent that thought we were invaders and tried to 'save the world' and lost his job when the government granted us asylum on Earth,"

Jack looked at the bots "and is trying to get back at you by exposing you to the world,"

"Yep" Bumblebee made a popping sound with his mouth at the 'p' in his answer.

Fowler leaned against the railing on the platform he was on. "Any idea where these guys are? If they're leaking classified info we need to bring them in for questioning,"

"Hang on" Bumblebee's optics dimmed. "'Ladiesman' just Tweeted 'Going to "Night Life" w/ GF tonight to meet up w/ old friends that are in town for the weekend',"

Blaster looked up. "Night Life?"

Bumblebee nodded. "It's a night club in New Jersey, we went there when Sa-I mean 'Ladiesman' turned twenty one,"

Jack tilted his head. "Did you almost say 'Ladiesman's' real name just now?"

Bumblebee realized his slip up did not go unnoticed and said. "I'm trying not to because certain individuals…" he glanced at the Techno-Dragons who quickly pretended they weren't listening. "…can track him down on the internet,"

Silverbullet huffed. "Oh, calm your gears, Bumblebee. We're not going to hurt your previous human,"

Smokescreen looked at them and looked away mumbling. "Didn't sound like it a minute ago,"

Arcee crossed her arm-servos. "Then what are you going to do?"

The Techno-dragons took turns finishing off their sentences and counting off their digits.

"Track him down…"

"…Infiltrate the premises…"

"…do some reconnaissance…"

"…and when the target is in our sights…"

"…we move in and…"

"…as subtly as possible…"

"…remove him from the premises, in this case for interrogation,"

Bumblebee crossed his arm-servos. "You know, I don't feel all that comfortable with you referring to my friends as 'targets',"

Both looked apologetic and Greenblades explained. "Sorry, just trying to see this from a professional point of view. No room for personal matters in Black Ops,"

Silverbullet nodded and pointed over her shoulder at Wheeljack "Especially when the kind of missions we usually end up in require deeds that make Wheeljack over there look like a monk!"

Smokescreen perked up. 'Black Ops? Sounds cool,'

Bumblebee's optics became cold as he looked at the Techno-Dragons. "I'm coming with,"

Smokescreen raised his servo. "Me too!"

Greenblades and Silverbullet looked at each other then at Bumblebee. "Very well, since you seem to know the tar- the individual we seek you may come along," he looked at Smokescreen. "You however…"

Smokescreen slumped. "What? Why not?"

Silverbullet looked at him through the corner of her optics. "Because due to the fact we are all trying to avoid detection this is a stealth and espionage mission and your reputation precedes you to the point where they would almost be able to see you coming,"

Bumblebee looked troubled that Smokescreen was coming with. "Stay out of this, Smokey,"

Smokescreen smiled and waved off their protests. "Ah, come on. Let me help, please?"

He gave them his best "puppy optics" look—it worked when he tried to get energon goodies from them to give Arcee—and they regarded him with "We are not amused" looks until Silverbullet seemed to waver in her resolve.

Smokescreen thought he had won the argument when she half-smiled and said "You really want to come with, don't you?"

Smokescreen nodded and she sauntered closer to him, asking with each step. "Are you sure? Are you certain? Are you positive?"

Each time Silverbullet asked Smokescreen nodded—not seeing Greenblades shaking his helm and gesturing for him to decline—and she stepped closer until she was standing right in front of him with her arm-servos crossed.

After a moment the Techno-dragoness shrugged and smiled "Okay,"

Smokescreen dropped the puppy optic look and grinned in anticipation for finally be able to go on one of the "cool" missions. "Yes,"

To his surprise however, Silverbullet grabbed him by the servo and pulled him along with one servo while the other one waved to the others nonchalantly as she called out in a tone that was either bored and trying to sound excited or was excited and trying to sound bored. "Going undercover as strippers, be back later,"

Smokescreen looked up the word "stripper" and quickly pulled his servo back. "Whoa, whoa, wait. You never said anything about that!"

The others weren't too happy at this new piece of information either and Optimus voiced his concerns. "I am afraid I do not see how this course of action will solve our current situation,"

Silverbullet ignored the Prime and gave Smokescreen a stern and disappointed look. "You never asked. You were so Pit-bent on getting to come along on the mission you didn't even bother finding out what said mission entailed,"

She held up her servo in a shrug. "Pit, for all you know it could have been a suicide bombing or a kill hit,"

Bumblebee growled and Ratchet set down his tools and raised his voice. "You better not be. Especially you, Silverbullet, you are still technically my patient due to…"

The Techno-Dragoness growled and Greenblades cautioned Ratchet. "Ratchet, I thought we had a patient-medic confidentiality agreement,"

Ratchet looked away, optics shifty. "Yes, I wasn't actually going to tell them but…"

Silverbullet shuttered her optics. "Ratchet, either I give you lot an assist on this one or I sit here, useless, and have to hear you all bitch about it if you fail," She opened her optics and glanced at him. "Guess which one I pick,"

Ratchet huffed and then went back to fixing Wheeljack.

Fowler saw the Wrecker lying on the med. berth and missing an arm-servo. "What happened to him?"

Ratchet shrugged and checked to see if all of the lines were attached before welding the struts that held it in place. "Picked a fight with Decepticons, was injured and brought back here for me to fix. Business as usual for Wheeljack,"

As Ratchet welded the struts together, Wheeljack started to come to and woke up cringing at the feel of a welder on his plating. "Ah, what hit me?"

Ratchet snorted. "Dreadwing's sword amputated your arm-servo at the shoulder, I am currently in the process of reattaching it now,"

Wheeljack slowly opened his optic shutters as his optics came online and looked up at Ratchet. "And once you do I'll be free to go, right?"

Ratchet elbowed Wheeljack in the side of the helm. "Oh no, once I get you pieced back together again you are to remain in this base until I am certain you won't fall apart again,"

Wheeljack huffed and looked away, lower lip component protruding slightly.

Ratchet looked up at his brother "Oh, quit your pouting. It won't take that long,"

Wheeljack turned away from him and glared at the floor. "I'm not pouting. Wreckers don't pout," for a moment he had that look of aloof pride he always had when he refers to himself as a Wrecker—or refers to the Wreckers in general—but it went away quickly.

Silverbullet rolled her optics and dead panned. "No, instead they get this look that is both a scowl and an attempt to guilt-trip others. You know what that's called?"

"What?"

"A pout,"

Smokescreen snickered and Jack almost joined in but held it back so he wouldn't literally add insult to injury.

Bulkhead met his friend's gaze and mouthed the words "I'm sorry,"

Wheeljack just shrugged and winced from the pain of both aggravating his injury and the wrench to the helm when the medic working on said injury was aggravated as well.

Miko looked up at Silverbullet. "That was cold, funny, but cold,"

Silverbullet donned an "I feel bad but it's the truth" look and said. "Sorry, Imóto,"

Bulkhead stiffened when the Techno-Dragoness called Miko "Little sister", for more reasons than one. He rubbed the back of his helm. "Uh, as long as we're talking about info and side missions and stuff…"

Optimus nodded at him. "Was there something you care to add, Bulkhead?"

Bulkhead clenched and unclenched his fists at his side as he hesitantly told the others. "Well, during the fight earlier, Breakdown hacked my comm. link and…"

Arcee looked at the ex-Wrecker and then face palmed. "Oh no, what did you end up telling him?"

Bulkhead scowled. "I didn't tell him anything. He sent me a list of coordinates and said to meet him there later,"

Wheeljack burst out "Why would that traitor want you to meet him anywhere?"

Bulkhead sighed and looked at his friend. "You remember Solarlight?"

"Who the… Oh, your little sister?" Wheeljack nodded reminiscently. "Cute kid, what about her?"

Bulkhead gritted his jaw. "Breakdown has her on the Nemesis somewhere,"

Miko looked up at Bulkhead, feeling left out. "You never told me you had a sister,"

Bulkhead looked at Miko. "Yeah, well, you never told me about 'Justice-kun' either,"

Miko put her fists on her hips "Yeah, well, you never told me about Wheeljack until he landed here!"

Ratchet interrupted the guardian-charge spat. "You said he sent you coordinates?"

Bulkhead nodded. "Yeah, or I'm pretty sure he did. Haven't opened the message yet,"

Ratchet had Bulkhead forward the message to the communications hub to be filtered by Blaster, in the event there was an encoded virus embedded in the message, to be viewed.

"Yep, there's coordinates alright. There's also two attached message files, one fo' Bulkhead an' he other fo'… Ratchet?"

Bulkhead read his message first.

"Bulkhead, I know I have no right to ask you this but I need your help. All these vorns Knockout and I have been looking after Solarlight behind the others' backs. So far we've been hiding her onboard the Nemesis but Megatron is starting to get suspicious. It's only a matter of time before he searches the ship or has Soundwave search our minds and finds out where she is.

I've given you a set of coordinates, meet me there after nightfall. I've also included a file containing 'Light's medical records, your medic should know what to do with them.

I'd tell you to come alone but at this point I don't really care just get your aft over there.

Breakdown"

Bulkhead reread the message for any sign that Breakdown might be lying. "If what he says here is true then the file for Ratchet is Solarlight's medical records,"

Arcee snorted. "Should we even believe a word he says?"

Smokescreen agreed. "Yeah, they're not called Decepticons for nothing,"

Bulkhead moved aside as Ratchet stepped up to the console and Blaster opened the file for him.

Ratchet skimmed the data and concluded it was as described. "Hmm, these are medical records," Now knowing this was something he was familiar with, Ratchet read the data more carefully; drinking in the information as though it were his favorite drink and he was dying of thirst.

When the medic came to a particular part his optics widened. "Oh no…"

Everyone knew from Ratchet's tone that he found something bad and asked what was wrong.

"It says here Solarlight is currently in intensive care and once she is disconnected from the life support she has two hours to be hooked back up to a unit, namely the one here if we do retrieve her, before she goes critical,"

Bulkhead swayed on his peds and held his helm with one servo. "Intensive care…"

Optimus caught him by the arm-servo to keep him from falling "We will get her back Bulkhead,"

Bulkhead gave him a thankful smile and then checked his chronometer. "Well, still have a while before the meet-and-greet at nightfall,"

Smokescreen was confused. "Wait, nightfall here or nightfall there?"

Jack leaned against the railing. "Well, hopefully they 'Cons don't know where 'here' is so I'm guessing it means night fall there,"

Raf looked up at the screen "Where is 'there' exactly?"

Blaster looked up the coordinates on the internet. "Someplace called 'Death Valley, California',"

Arcee rolled her optics. "Hmm, that sounds encouraging,"

Greenblades thought for a moment and then said. "It's a desert valley, it got its name after a group of settlers became trapped in the valley, although only one of their party actually died,"

Fowler leaned against the railing of his platform. "It's also a national park so, for the love of Uncle Sam, don't blow it up!"

Ratchet looked at the liaison "Don't worry, Agent Fowler. I'll be along as well to make sure nothing goes awry,"

Bulkhead groaned "Ah, c'mon Ratchet, I don't need a babysitter,"

Ratchet narrowed his optics at Bulkhead. "I am not going as anyone's babysitter, Bulkhead. Someone needs to monitor the patient once she is away from the Decepticons and as this team's medic that would be my duty to do so. I can also make sure you don't go starting any unneeded confrontations while we are there,"

Bumblebee looked at Smokescreen. "Hey, Smokescreen, still want to come with us or do you want to go with them instead?"

Smokescreen looked back and forth between Bumblebee and Bulkhead. "I don't know…"

Silverbullet put her digits together. "Okay, here are your options. Option one, you can go with them and help save a sickly femme from the Decepticons,"

She pulled her digits apart and crossed her arm-servos. "Option two, you can come with us and since we can't do all the cool spy stuff with this case we will basically be sneaking into a night club to tell some punk to stop posting things he shouldn't on the internet and then sneaking back out again. Your choice, Show Pony,"

Smokescreen thought for a moment then looked at Bulkhead "Um…"

Bulkhead smiled and clapped Smokescreen on the back. "It'll be nice to have an extra set of sensors and blasters along if the 'Cons have a trap waiting when we get there,"

Arcee took stock of the situation. "So we have Bumblebee and the Techno-dragons going after some old friends who are trying to expose us to the world while Ratchet, Bulkhead and Smokescreen are going to meet with Breakdown to try to negotiate for Bulk's sister…"

Her tone became dejected. "While the rest of us wait here in case one of you needs back up or Optimus unlocks the next set of coordinates,"

Just as she said that, Optimus typed the last command and all of the encrypted coding fell away from the screen. "Autobots…"

Blaster looked at the screen "Did ya get it?"

Wheeljack pulled himself off the med. berth and dragged himself over to where he could see the monitor despite Ratchet's protests. "Holy scrap, he actually got it,"

Everyone looked at the screen and let out a sigh of relief when they saw the codes disappearing.

Smokescreen ran up to the ground ridge generator like a kid on Christmas morning in his eagerness to get out into the field. "Alright, last set, last set! Look alive everybody!"

The others all gathered around Prime while Ratchet went to the ground bridge control and got ready to enter the coordinates. "What are the coordinates?"

Everyone waited with baited breath as the coding shifted into a familiar image.

Optimus' optics narrowed and then widened when he recognized the image. "Cybertron?"

Bumblebee voiced the concern that was on everyone's minds. "The relic is on Cybertron? How are we going to get it?"

Jack took a closer look and saw a few points on the map were lit up. "What are those dots on the map for?"

Optimus typed in another command and a cursor appeared on the screen, which he scrolled over each of the "dots" and little footnotes appeared next to each one as they were highlighted.

Each footnote listed the name of one of the Cybertronian relics they had been seeking, their creator and the place they originated.

"This map seems to show where each of the relics came from before they were placed in the vaults of the Hall of Records,"

Bumblebee crossed his arm-servos. "So we know where they all came from, does it say anything about where they are now?"

Optimus examined the map "The map itself has an inscription," He zoomed in on the glyphs he was referring to and read aloud. "The seeds of the future lie buried in the past,"

Arcee put one servo on her hip. "Yeah, that helps,"

Ratchet tapped his chin. "'The seeds of the future lie buried in the past', what does that even mean?"

Optimus said nothing; he just stared at the monitor like he really wanted to punch it but also didn't want to break it.

Miko noticed and leaned closer to the boys and whispered "Dude, Prime looks ready to flip a table right about now,"

Optimus stood there quietly for a moment before saving his work and bringing up the screen they used to monitor energon activity. "Being as our energon excavation from earlier was less then successful we should focus on finding more energon,"

Arcee looked at him in disbelief. "So, that's it? We're just giving up?"

Optimus continued watching the monitor for any sign of an energon signal—a ping, a blip, anything—while Ratchet looked at Arcee admonishingly.

"Unless you know the answer to the riddle, Arcee, we are going to have to put more thought into it. In the meantime, Optimus is correct, we do need more energon if we are going to continue competing with Decepticons for the Shield,"

Smokescreen frowned in concentration as he muttered to himself "'The seeds of the future lie buried in the past', why does that sound so familiar?"

He raised his voice when a memory file reached the conscious part of his CPU. "Wait wasn't that…" Smokescreen's optics widened. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!"

Everyone looked at him and Jack asked. "What is it, Smokescreen?"

Smokescreen pointed up at the screen. "'The seeds of the future lie buried in the past' Alpha Trion used to say it all the time when I used to work in the archives,"

"Did he ever say what it meant?"

Smokescreen thought hard for a moment. "He said 'We need everything from the past, what we learn and what we have built, to get to the future'," he changed his voice to sound more like the old Master Archivist but ended up doing a very shoddy impersonation of him.

Arcee looked at him. "So how does that help us?"

"No idea,"

Ratchet went to the med. bay to clean off his tools and made sure they were all ready. "Well, let's focus on the more immediate tasks at hand. Bumblebee needs to have a few words with his former charge at…"

He glanced at Bumblebee who answered "Seven thirty Eastern time,"

Ratchet pointed at the ground bridge. "That's in ten minutes, get going,"

Bumblebee cursed under his vents and quickly entered in the coordinates before transforming at a run and driving through the portal with the Techno-dragons running after him.

Once they were gone Ratchet continued. "…and we need to retrieve Solarlight from the Decepticons at night fall in California,"

Blaster looked up from the monitor he was working at. "It aint gonna be night fall there for another three hours, looks like ya got a while,"

After that Optimus and Blaster watched the monitors while Ratchet continued checking over his equipment while Bulkhead told Miko all about Solarlight.

Smokescreen was about to ask if he could join Jack and Raf in a video game tournament when he saw Arcee slip away to go to the training room. After looking around to see if anyone was looking, he followed her.

A.N.: Anyone catch any references? Anyone who does and points it out in a review gets a sneak peak at an upcoming chapter.

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