A/N: I do this every once in a while, I'll go and check all the reviews my stories, just because I'm curious, and I almost had a heart attack when I saw this one. I had 99 freakin reviews! OH MAH GOSH! I wasn't expecting that at all! Thank you guys soooo much for all the reviews! It means a lot (and expands my ego to an incomprehensible amount)! I know you guys probably read that a lot, but I seriously mean it! When I first started writing on here I though, wow, it's going to be easy to get reviews, and after you write for a while your like "Is anybody even reading this?" XD but seriously, Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! =D You guys made my day!

My calculus AP teacher told my class of five that if he could go back to school that he would go and study peoples brains. He said he wanted to especially examine mine and another boy's brains to see what we were thinking. I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a compliment, so I took it as one...

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Wheeljack sat in the rec room, and slid his energon cube around on the table. He sighed as Jazz walked up. Jazz stared down at him and smirked. "Still no sign?"

"It's like she completely disappeared. She's been avoiding me for two weeks now. All of our plans, ditched. All of our usual meeting times, ditched. I haven't seen her at all! She reminds me of Mirage sometimes. Only seen when she wants to be."

Jazz sat down next to Wheeljack. "Sounds like the two of ya are having ya first fight."

Wheeljack frowned under his mask. "Fight?"

"Ya know, when two bots have a disagreement."

"Oh, you mean a creative discussion."

"Naw. Ah mean ya two probably won't be talkin' for a while." Jazz shrugged. "Sparks sometimes gets pissed with me, and it might be days 'fore Ah hear from her."

"It's been weeks Jazz."

Jazz nodded. "Maybe ya two just weren't made for each other."

Wheeljack shot up. "But! No, that can't be! I really like her!"

Jazz shrugged. "There was a mech back in the day. Ah thought ah really liked 'em too, but as soon as we got tagether, had our lovey dovey time, moved in with each other, ah realized I couldn't live with the fragging fragger."

"Are you talking about Prowl?" Wheeljack's helm fell to the side in curiosity.

Jazz went stock still and began looking around before he glared at Wheeljack. "Shh! Sparks don' know about that!"

Wheeljack smiled from under his mask. "But Unicronia and I have barely.." Wheeljack cleared his vocal process for a couple of seconds.

Jazz chuckled. "Nothing ta be embarrassed 'bout Jacky."

"Don't call me that."

Jazz snorted. "Why not?"

"I met me from another dimension. He answered to Jacky. Can't stand him. Trying to steal Unicronia from me. He even kissed her! He used glossa!"

Jazz struggled to hold back his laugh, but he couldn't. His laughs filled the rec room, and eventually he fell out of his chair. The other occupants of the rec room looked over to Jazz with curiosity. Wheeljack frowned. "Jazz. Bots are staring."

Jazz continued laughing until sound stopped coming, but his body still shook. Wheeljack frowned. ::Wheeljack to Ratchet::

::What?::

::Is it possible for a mech to offline of laughter?::

::YOU ARE NOT TESTING THAT!::

::Too late::

::What the frag are you doing?::

::Jazz just started laughing. He won't stop::

::I'm coming. Ratchet out::

Wheeljack stood there awkwardly while Jack continued to shake with laughter. Eventually Ratchet did show up, only to kick Jazz in the tank. Jazz's shaking was immediately replaced with rolling in pain.

Ratchet glared at Wheeljack. "Fixed." Ratchet turned on his heel before stomping out of rec room.

Wheeljack stared at Jazz again. "I'm sorry."

Jazz groaned as he sat up. " 'so kay."

"What?"

"AH SAID IT'S OKAY!" Jazz yelled. "Oh, my tank."

"You probably shook it too much with all the laughter. Oh, and Ratchet kicked you."

Jazz glared at Wheeljack. "I didn't notice."

Wheeljack took a step back. "I said sorry."

Jazz shook his helm as he stood up. "Ah'll see ya later, Jacky." Jazz waved as he walked off.

Wheeljack frowned again, and sat back down to continue to play with his energon. Soon he was joined again, this time by Hound. Hound stared at Wheeljack for a moment before he smiled. "I heard about you and Unicronia. Are you two really breaking up?"

"What?" Wheeljack looked around before his optics landed on Hound again. "Who told you that?"

Hound shrugged. "Just heard it around. So, are you?"

"She's been reclusive lately, that's all."

Hound gave a knowing nod. "Happens with Mirage a lot. I mean we're just friends, but the reclusive thing."

Wheeljack snorted. "Yeah."

Unicronia sat in the brig waiting for Prowl to show up and release her. "Prowl! Prowler! ProwProw! Prowl! Prowl! Prowl! Prowler! Prowler! Prowler! ProwProw! ProwProw! ProwProw!"

"I will not answer simply because of your constant shouting."

"You answered."

"But I did not do it because of your constant shouting." Prowl retorted as he stood with his data pad. "Has your stay been decent?"

"No, the service sucks."

"That's nice." Prowl scribbled some things down on his data pad. "Did you enjoy the energon?"

"No, It tasted weird."

Prowl nodded scribbling more down on the data pad. "And how exacltly do you feel?"

Unicronia glared. "You're kidding, right?"

"I'm afraid not."

"I'm fine. The brig is kind of cramping. I didn't have enough space to pace, or run. I didn't have any tools. Oh, and I started growing what the humans call a fungi garden under the berth."

Prowl started scribbling more down on the data pad with a frown. "You still have ten earth seconds left."

"WHAT? Down to the seconds?"

"Yes. I'm afraid so."

"What was with the questions?"

"Perceptor is on his way, and sent down a new low grade formula. He told me to test it in the brig, so I did."

The energon bars dissentigrated. "Seriously? Has anybody ever called you a sadistic glitched out fragger?"

"Jazz actually."

"He knows what he's talking about."

Prowl's doorwings twitched. "You are free to go."

"Right!" Unicronia smiled as she ran out of the brig. She had a certain mech she had to see, and not even Perceptor's pretty aft could keep her away!