Skywarp glanced regretfully over his shoulder one last time at the slumbering Bluestreak feeling bad even as he whispered "Sorry."

Then he took off into the air before he could change his mind, heading back to the Nemesis ignoring the faint pull at his spark the further he flew away.

Bumblebee ran down the hallways excitement rolling off his frame in waves, he nimbly dodged the few mechs walking the hallways aiming to get to Prowl and Jazz's quarters as fast as possible. Skidding to a halt he banged on the door a couple times waiting for any sound indicating life, he knocked again more insistent. A thud was heard followed by inquisitive whistling, the door slid open revealing a tired looking Jazz "'Bee? What's up mech it's…" He checked his internal chronometer "Six thirty am."

Bumblebee chuckled nervously "Sorry for the early wake up call guys but Bluestreak's coming back!"

Jazz perked up "Really!"

Bumblebee nodded bouncing on the spot "He sent a message to us through Teletran one five minutes ago asking for Skyfire to pick him up!"

Jazz beamed "That's great mech! Wait there a sec!"

Jazz disappeared back into the room a brief "Prowler get up Blue's coming back!"

Another louder thud echoed followed by an "Ow."

Came from their room followed by shuffling sounds plus "Wait did you say Bluestreak's coming back?"

"Yeah so getcha aft outta the berth an' lets go greet him."

Prowl appeared at the doorway with Staticstep on his hip rubbing her optics and Jazz at his side with Swiftsong on his shoulders waving his hand a little when he spied Bumblebee. "Lead the way 'Bee."

When Bluestreak onlined he was confused to find himself recharging in a cave in the middle of nowhere, he was quite low on fuel nearly out of energon cubes and to be perfectly honest lost.

So being the sensible mech for a change he contacted Teletran one asking for a pick up from his co-ordinates knowing the Autobots could easily locate him to take him home.

What really bothered him though was what in the name of anything sane was he doing in no mechs land in the first place?

He vaguely remembered something about a battle; perhaps he got hit or something?

He shrugged it off clutching his chassis when his spark fluttered a bit oddly and seemed to tug him towards somewhere.

He ignored it as he spotted Skyfire approach preparing to land, whatever it was Ratchet would figure it out.

Prowl entered med bay a bit warily not wanting to provoke Ratchet any more than he was going to by simply being here with Jazz and Bumblebee at his rear. Ha more like hiding at the doorway with Jazz saying "We're right behind ya Prowler!"

Staticstep looked behind him at her Carrier, twin and cheerful little scout watching them waltz deeper into the belly of the beast as it were.

She sighed "Talk abou' bait."

Prowl nodded "My sentiments exactly."

He paused his cautious steps into the med bay staring at his daughter incredulously "Wait who on earth taught you that sentence?"

She shrugged again looking slightly helpless "Dunno."

Unimpressed Prowl added "Do you even know what it means?"

She pondered for a moment then answered "Meh."

He shook his head this had Jazz's schematics written all over it, well on the upside at least she inherited something from her Carrier other than the way she spoke.

Then again was that even inheritable?

It most likely wasn't but it made Prowl feel better to think it was because then there may be hope that if Swiftsong spoke the English language may yet be salvageable!

A deep rumble snarled "Who's there?"

Prowl barely restrained the shudder making up his back struts "It's us Ratchet."

The CMO stalked out of his office eyeing them like a sharkticon would its prey before shredding it to pieces.

So slowly he made Staticstep more noticeable as if adding 'I have a child please don't maim me' realising what she was being used for Staticstep folded her arms unimpressed "Thanks dad."

Prowl was certain that was sarcasm she just used on him so in retaliation he commented lightly "Your welcome."

Ratchet rolled his optics "You look like I'm about to rip you apart bolt by bolt so hurry up and let your posse in so I can kick you out again."

Prowl's frame sagged in relief that the medic wasn't about to launch wrenches today "Jazz, Bumblebee come in we have permission."

Jazz bounded in making Swiftsong dissolve into peels of his strange whistle giggles whilst Bumblebee shuffled in "Heya Ratch'!"

Ratchet grunted then led them into his office "Well I've examined Bluestreak and he's absolutely fine as far as I can diagnose."

Prowl frowned "So he's not?..."

Ratchet shook his head "Not a thing, he has a touch of memory loss and has mentioned about a pulling on his spark other than that he's just normal plain old Bluestreak."

Staticstep tapped Prowl's chassis "Lil' cuz?"

Jazz patted her helm "Not this time sweetspark."

Swiftsong whistled with a confused expression on his face, Staticstep frowned also then answered solemnly "Other one."

Swiftsong's doorwings fluttered to match the surprise on his face then he whistled as if saying 'Damn.'

She nodded her agreement.

Ratchet looked from the twins to their parents "And that was about what exactly?"

Jazz looked up at Swiftsong affectionately "Who knows they seem ta have a lingo all of their own."

Ratchet hmmed "Right. Anyway you forget there is a possibility that Skywarp could be it."

Bumblebee's optics widened "Wait you don't think that Bluestreak and that seeker… erg bad images."

Ratchet sighed "Well from what I can see Bluestreak has all the signs of a Praxian that's caught his mate and 'done the deed' as it were. My results show no signs of a sparkling though, so either it's too early too tell, no life was sparked or Skywarp's the Carrier."

Jazz looked between the stressed out CMO and the worried looking second "Would it be bad if I said I hope its anythin' bu' option two."

They looked at the saboteur in surprise he shrugged "Jus' sayen."

Ratchet paused at his office door "Whatever the case may be please refrain from mentioning to Bluestreak any of this until his memory restores itself."

The door opened revealing a slightly bored Bluestreak sitting on Ratchet's bench swinging his legs. He brightened at the sight of them "Hey guys! It's so good to see you! According to Ratchet I've been gone nearly five days but it doesn't seem like that and he wouldn't let me go for some reason even though I know he wants me to be OK it's a bit dull sitting here doing nothing. So how are you?"

The tension in Prowl's frame oozed away at the visual reassurance that Bluestreak was in front them and indeed fine and well.

The twins examined him curiously Swiftsong whistling to his sister who nodded at occasional gaps or shook her head, Jazz grinned at the sight of the younger Datsun back safe and sound whilst Bumblebee mead a start on picking up conversation again "Not much has happened here Bluestreak other than that Wheeljack managed to get his lab covered in glitterglue-"

Just like that it was like he'd never disappeared.

Ratchet watched the idle chatter for a few moments, then deciding the reunion had been sufficiently long enough kicked them all out of his office and the med bay. "All right you lot shoo, out, vamoose, begone, in lay mans terms GET THE SLAG OUT!"

Not wanting to test their luck (Or life expectancy) they complied with the order promptly Jazz, Bumblebee and Bluestreak laughing a little as they sped out.

Skywarp strode towards his room avoiding everyone that tried to cross his path demanding where the slag he'd been, one of those bots was of course none other than his fearless leader demanding his presence in the control room.

Tch as if he was that stupid.

The only things flowing through his processor in rapid succession at the moment was 'Fuel, recharge, quiet, annoying spark tug' and oddly enough 'Bluestreak'.

Still those things (Subtracting of course Bluestreak) were just around the next corner in his room.

Around the corner though he found his haven blocked by Starscream and Thundercracker, both elder seekers were blocking the door like bouncers at a club, although Starscream was leaning on it whilst Thundercracker stood with his arms folded.

Skywarp cursed wishing it hadn't taken most of his energy just to fly back if he just had a little energy to spare he could have just warped into his room by now.

"Skywarp."

Thundercraker's deep voice cut into his musings attracting his attention back to the problem at hand "Look Thunder I'm tired not to mention low on fuel here I just want to catch some recharge and refuel. So whatever lecture you have in mind save it for later."

Starscream raised an optic "I see stray off for a few days and you go native, such a waste."

Skywarp growled "Look I'm not in the mood for this Screamer just shove off will ya!"

Starscream examined his right servo "How rude not very grateful to someone who's trying to help you."

Skywarp scoffed the day Starscream willingly helped someone was the day he gave birth, in other words never!

Thundercraker spoke again "Skywarp stop mouthing off and listen to us we need to seriously talk to you."

The barb Skywarp had on his glossa was swallowed back down painfully when Thundercracker used that tone he meant business.

He may not look it, but Thundercracker was seriously dangerous mech to frag off despite his mostly pacifist nature and few knew that despite his leadership, Starscream was not the eldest in the trine.

Thundercracker was.

So when he was non-verbally asking for respect you better pick up underlying message fast and give it.

Skywarp folded his arms as well "OK so what do you wanna talk to me about?"