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Ichigo sighs as he loaded the last pallet of the shift. It was the orn before Wheeljack would leave and Ichigo was working two shifts so he could have the next orn off. He wanted to see his friend off and spend time with the twins. Ratchet was watching the younglings for him until he got off. He had the late shift so he could say his goodbyes to Wheeljack.

Before the next shift began, Ichigo used the time to rest and send a quick comm. call to the twins. They still haven't found a school that would take them yet. It was thanks to the friendly shuttle, Skyfire, that Ichigo could get the twin's education. He applied at one of the Youth Centers for temporary schooling. He had four mouths to get the twins into a school before other arrangements had to be made. He already applied for the grants from the Elite Guard and he was going to check out the Hall of Records later.

"It looks busy today," a soft voice made Ichigo jump a little.

"Oh Skyfire," Ichigo grins a little up at the shuttle. "I wasn't expecting you. What are you doing down this way?"

"I'm helping with the expedition before heading out on my own into a newly discovered section of space and I came down to gather supplies." The large mech smiles behind him, "and I wanted you to meet my friend and partner." He steps aside and Ichigo automatically scowls.

The red flyer standing with his hip cocked to the side scowls back. "So this is him?" he says haughtily.

"Starscream," Skyfire sighs, "you promised."

"Fine; fine, I won't say how unsightly it is to see a flyer do a grounders work. Or how abysmal his wing cant is."

"And I won't tell you how glaringly obvious your red paint makes you look desperate," Ichigo adds.

"Or how a flyer is hanging around grounders in a warehouse."

"You can put yourself in that as well," Ichigo snorts. He looks up at the shuttle, "your sure he isn't manipulating you?"

Starscream freezes and snarls, "how dare you. I-

"He is a good mech once you get past the first layer," Skyfire talks over the smaller flyer. "And he a very brilliant in his field of expertise." Starscream looks at Ichigo smugly. Ichigo rolls his optics and ignores the mech.

He shrugs his wings, "if you say so." He, after all, couldn't judge, he had made some strange friends as well. He checks the time he has left, "are you excited; I know Wheeljack was. Ratchet was close to dropping him with a sedative. The mech was almost bouncing off the walls."

"Ye-

"It is just a few ruins that have no bearing on today's society," Starscream picked at his talons.

Ichigo frowns at the flyer's rudeness, "I was asking Skyfire. Not you." He hikes his wings up. Starscream bristles and takes a step forward.

Skyfire seeing the brewing fight places one large hand on his partner, "I don't think the Dockmaster would appreciate a fight on his docks."

Starscream jerks away and crosses his arms, "Like I care," he says like a sulking child.

"Yeah, yeah your right," Ichigo checks his time again, "I have to get back to work anyway. Nice seeing again. Nice…to meet you Screamer."

"Why you litt-

"Good orn Ichigo." Skyfire pushed his partner out of the warehouse.

Starscream sneers, "yessss, do have a good orn pushing boxes."

"I hope you get caught in one of Wheeljacks explosions," Ichigo smiles and waves while whispering under his breath.

He liked Skyfire, he really did, the shuttle reminded him of Orihime. Just not as airheaded as his human friend. They both had the same kindness, which now that he thought about was the only reason why the shuttle would be hanging around someone as abrasive as the flyer.

Flicking his wings and rolling his shoulders Ichigo sighs. He had wanted to get some fuel before heading back to work. Now he would be lucky to even finish a cube with the time he had left. He would have to make do with the more concentrated hard pellets. He grimaces, those things could bust jaws if one wasn't careful and they had an awful taste. If he didn't want to bust his jaw, he would have to deal with the taste as he sucked on them like candy.

Very staticky, metallic tasting candy.

When he rejoined Orion, who had the third shift with, the smaller mech laughed. "didn't have enough time for a cube?"

"What gave it away?" Ichigo gags as he swallows that last pellet.

"You look like your eating your mouth," Orion snickers. He subspaces a datapad, "That and you always look like that when your force to eat those pellets."

"Ah," Ichigo shrugs. "Ran out of time."

"And that dispenser is on the fritz again. Everyone had to find other fueling options."

"Is that thing ever going to get fix?"

"I doubt it, you know how cheap the dockmaster can be."

Ichigo hums, "so where were you earlier; you weren't on second shift with Arial and Dion."

Orion's optics brighten, "I was actually at the Hall of Records. I found this fascinating article and I guess I…kind of lost track of time." He rubs his head in embarrassment, "the only reason I'm not in too much trouble is that Alpha Trion spoke on my behalf."

"Huh, who is he I remember you mentioning him once; someone high up?" Ichigo started strapping his loading harness on. he blinks at the frozen look Orion was giving him. "What?"

"you-you don't know who Alpha Trion is?" Orion asks slowly, "he's like the oldest of the old. He holds a spot on the Council and runs the Hall of Records. No, he built the Hall of Records. His word can make or break a mech chosen to become the next Prime."

"And Prime is the Leader, right?"

Orion slumped his shoulders, "Ichigo; what-how can you not know this? Its-its."

Ichigo scowls down at the smaller mech, "I lost a good chunk of my memory and was taken into the Kaon Gladiatorial rings until making my way to Iacon." He sighs, "Most of what I know came second hand or reading over the twins' assignments."

Orion blinks and rubs the back of his head, "oh," he says sheepishly, "I'm sorry."

Ichigo stretches out his wings, "forget it. Now let us get this done I want to see Jackie off later."

Orion nods, "okay, but you should check out the Hall of Records later. You can barrow my pass so you can check out datapads."

"You won't get into any trouble doing that would you?"

"Not if I explain it to Alpha Trion. He's very understanding."

Ichigo kept his opinion of that to himself. Maybe Arial was right and this mech had a soft spot for Orion. "He even lets you read up on Megatron? From what I been seeing and hearing everyone's holding their breath on the matter."

Orion tilted his head, "Holding their…breath?"

Ichigo sighs, "nothing."

"okay but yes he does. He's the one who gave me the uncensored copies of Megatron's early writings." The little red and blue mech twiddle his fingers, "I still think that he should use his words more than violence."

Ichigo huffs as he waits for the shift bell to ring, "Maybe you should write to him then." He mentally slapped himself; why would he suggest that?

Orion looked intrigued, "you think he would read a message I send?"

"I mean, that is to say…I think that if you want answers you need to ask the question," Ichigo cringed when that flew past his lips. What was wrong with him today?

Orion smiled up at the flyer, "That sounded almost wise."

With a roll of his eyes, Ichigo mutters, "whatever."

The shift whistle blows, and they get to work. Ichigo soon forgot about his irritation from earlier and the unintentional support of Orion. He wished he kept his mouth shut and never mention anything Megatron. Ichigo could only hope that he hadn't started something.

Oh who was he kidding, his luck isn't that good.

So ignoring the building ache in his back and shoulders Ichigo went back to lifting pallets. The work had only gotten harder and heavier since Megatron been making waves. He didn't know what he was lifting onto the barges and transports, but he could guess. He had his fill of wars and fighting in them, he left the last one scarred.

He spent the next several hours just lifting and stacking. He sometimes saw the mechs and femmes that came with the barges and transports, but he didn't talk to them. None wore the Elite Guard symbol on their chassis but something else. He could tell it was red but since he never got close to them that was all he could tell. He guesses that they were the Senate's answer to Megatron's rebellion.

"This is going to end badly," he says to himself.

"Can't say I disagree with ya kid."

"Gah!" Ichigo jumps as a teal old mech sneaks up from behind him. "Don't do that!"

The old mech laughs, "sorry sorry thought ya heard me coming."

The mech was old, Ichigo could see that just by looking at him. His paint was dull but well kept, there was a creaking noise when he moved but he didn't seem hindered by it, and there was that red symbol on his chest. Now that Ichigo could see it clearly it was a stylized red face.

"This your shipment old-timer?" Ichigo couldn't help it if the Head Captain couldn't get him to call him sir then this old mech wouldn't.

"Oldtimer," the mech mutters. "That's something that most of these young' uns won't be if the Senate doesn't get their collective helms out of their afts."

"You think that this will lead to war?"

The mech nods, "That gladiator ain't playing around and the mech playing Prime just making it worse." He gives Ichigo a once over, "you best be careful young mech, flyers will be the first to get hit."

Ichigo snorts, "that won't be nothing new."

The old mech snorts, "what we need is a matrix chosen Prime, not one chosen by the Senate." He brings out his cy-gar and lights it up, "I lived through several Primes and only the ones chosen by the Matrix had a lick of sense between them."

"but that doesn't make them great people," Ichigo says.

"Of course not, one was a real doozy of a tyrant. But he had some sense to him even if he later went insane." The old mech chuckles, "now take our current Prime. He doesn't have that connection that Matrix Primes do. I seen what happens to them…it ain't pretty." He claps Ichigo on the shoulder, "take my advice kid and don't choose a side unless you truly believe in their cause." He gives another pat before leaving to shout at the mechs loitering around their transport.

Shrugging his wings Ichigo went back to work. If he wanted to get off on time, he needed to stop getting waylaid by people. Thankfully, the third shift was one of the shortest and Ichigo only had to go a few steps before being at the dock that Wheeljack would depart from. He saw Skyfire first, which wasn't that hard the mech was the tallest one around. Though he didn't see the red banshee, yet. He heard Ratchet before seeing him and followed the sound of his voice before finding the medic, Wheeljack, and the twins.

Sideswipe was the first to see and gave him a tackle hug. Sunstreaker walks slowly up and nods before pulling Sideswipe off Ichigo. Ratchet was already scanning him if the forming scowl was anything to go by. Wheeljack was practically vibrating with excitement he was chatting with a red mech with a barrel over his shoulder.

"Did he get any sleep last night?" Ichigo snickers.

"Nope!" Sideswipe chirps.

"Ratchet nearly shot him with a tranquilizer," Sunstreaker huffs, "we had to keep him from doing it."

Ichigo smirked, "sorry I missed it."

"Ichigo!" Wheeljack bounces over, "So glad you came; come meet Preceptor." Ichigo let Wheeljack drag him over to the red mech with a monocle.

The mech gave off the scientist feel though Ichigo did get the feeling the mech was more aloof. The way the mech stared at him encouraged that, but then again, he could be wrong.

"Salutations," Preceptor greeted, "I am delighted to meet more of Wheeljacks associates." He stood with his hands behind his back looking all over Ichigo.

Ichigo suddenly felt like he was being examined like all his layers were being peeled away. It was not a comfortable feeling. "Yeah, …nice to meet you too. Jackie talks a lot about you." He sends a pleading look to Ratchet.

Which the mech ignores.

Preceptor had moved into his personal space and was walking around him. "Extraordinary," he says whipping out a scanner, "My goodness, good sir your EM field is one I have never encountered before. Has your medic friend seen this? May I examine you?"

"Uh," Ichigo was trying to back away but the mech was following him with that scanner.

"I wonder if your spark field is different?" the mech was muttering now.

"Preceptor," Ratchet steps between the two. "I have noticed, and it falls into Doctor/Patient confidentiality."

Ichigo stared at the back of Ratchet's white helm, "really?" he whispers.

Preceptor sighs, "all alright," he waves the scanner. "I suppose the includes the sparklings?"

"Yes," Ratchet held the scientist's gaze firmly.

The red mech grumbles but puts away the scanner and goes on talking about something that was way over Ichigo's head. Getting rid of the uncomfortable feeling Ichigo made sure that someone was always between him and the red mech. Wheeljack happily filled that position, the poor mech just couldn't stop talking.

"I swear to Primus that if he doesn't stop talking," Ratchet growls.

"Thought you didn't believe in Primus," Ichigo glances down at the medic.

"Oh, I do, but would you believe Wheeljack doesn't."

Ichigo blinks, "but that's the first name he calls out after an explosion. Well, that and yours."

"Wheeljack, from what I learn from our late-night conversations. Needs to see it to believe it. Whereas I have seen things that could not be explained."

"Such as me?"

Ratchet snorts, "I'm still debating on you."

"Ouch, words hurt Hatchet," Ichigo jumps out of reach when Ratchet produces a wrench.

"I see where Sideswipe has been rubbing off on you," he palms the wrench. "It should be the other way around."

Ichigo smiles, "What's to say that he didn't learn from me."

Ratchet gives him a deadpan look, "debatable."

Ichigo laughs and the rest of the morning went on until Wheeljack boarded the transport. He puts an arm around the medic as they waved the transport off. "He'll be fine," he says.

"Yeah, and he'll come back in pieces and still smiling and blabbering about what he's found." The medic sighs, "well you have the rest of the orn to play with the younglings. I am going to head to the hospital and start my shift."

"doesn't your shift start later this afternoon?"

"And?"

Ichigo holds up his hands, "nothing; don't mind me."

Ratchet narrows his optics at him, "Go on and do whatever chaos you three were doing."

Ichigo grins and gathers the twins before waving Ratchet off. Their first stop was the Elite Guard barracks, it was the orn that they allow younglings to work with the Guards. Ironhide had offered to mentor to twins for a few hours. Ichigo had planned on sparring with the twins and had been a little nervous letting someone else take them on. The twin's fighting could get out of hand and very violent.

But after seeing how the twins acted around Ironhide and his mate Chromia. And then seeing how the mech and femme fought during a small spar Ichigo felt a little better about leaving the twins in their care. While they sparred, he left to go check out the Hall of Records. It took him a while to find the dome shape building, he was expecting something grand and opulent. What he got was very different, the building while grand it wasn't like the museums and art galleries, he had seen in the upscale areas. It looked like a building that a person could easily walk past and not know what it was.

He had Orions pass card but didn't need it for the first half of the building that was open to the public. It was the part that wasn't open that Ichigo was curious about, but first, he wanted to check-out the scholarship for the twins. He was all prepared for any interviews he had all the documents including the police report from the school incident. The problem was he didn't know who to talk to and no one who he asked couldn't help him.

Until "Can I help you young mech?" an older looking mech asks after Ichigo nearly ran into him.

"Sorry, um yeah. I was looking into the scholarship for my twins and don't know who to report to." Ichigo fought to step back when the old mech looked at him. there was something about the old mech that sent his wings up.

The old mech hums, "ah yes. I do know who oversees that. He is currently out now, but there is someone who can interview you is you wouldn't mind waiting."

Ichigo smiles, "great I don't mind. Um, Orion did let me use his pass card and I-

"yes, young Orion. He has told us that he lent his card to a friend. Please," the mech waved towards the very back of the archives. "Go explore."

"Okay, he won't get in trouble, will he?"

The old mech smiles fondly, "Orion has a big spark and he has boasted about you. I don't think that you would take advantage of him." He walks with Ichigo to the door that wasn't open to the public, "I shall come find you when your interview time is ready."

"Alright, thanks," then as he whirled around when he forgot, "Wait I didn't-," the doors were closed and the mech is gone, "…get…your name. well, I didn't think that would happen outside of a movie."

Unlike the front half of the building, this part was quieter and not crowded. In fact, Ichigo couldn't tell if there was anyone else in the room with him. Another thing about it was that it was huge, there were four levels and very little time to see everything. He hardly made a dent in the first level when a little green femme told him that his appointment was ready. She escorted him down a hall that was decorated with fabrics and paintings.

"This looks like a mix of old and new," Ichigo commented.

The little femme giggles, "I know. But Alpha Trion said that we could add our small touches. To make some of the hallways less dreary and depressing." She knocks on a blue door with silver and gold trim. "He'll see you now and good luck."

"But you haven't told me who I'm meeting!" he yells after her as her giggles drifted down the hall. With a sigh, he walks in after he receives a ping to enter. He stops short at seeing the mech behind the large desk.

The metal bread and mustache hid much of the mechs face, but Ichigo could see the amusement. "You look surprised."

"Well yeah, wasn't expecting the old mech I met in the hall to be the one in charge," Ichigo walked further in the room. Off to the side was a giant book, an actual book, that Ichigo got a weird vibe from. From the floor to the ceiling there was nothing but books and datapads covering the walls. "Your not what I was expecting."

"And what were you expecting?"

"A very old creaky mech to busy keeping old tomes from crumbling. I was thinking that I would be dealing with an underling not the curator of the entire building."

"Well, you are half right. I am very old, and I do try to keep things from crumbling." The mech smiles, "though to be fair. You are a strange and interesting being; I never thought I would meet a creature such as you."

Ichigo reared back, "what?"

"I never met a being such as yourself. A being that wasn't born a Cybertronian, who does not have a spark. Yet you have a frame and your essence is powering it. Your field tells me many things one of which reminds me that you have touched the afterlife." He steepled his long fingers and stared at the black flyer; studying him, "a puzzle to be sure."

Ichigo swallowed, "you…can tell all that?"

Alpha Trion raises one long brow, "I can tell many things. Most from you just walking in."

"You don't seem concern that I'm not a Cybertronian," Ichigo didn't seem the point in denying if the mech was that observant.

The burgundy mech stood and came around to stand in front of the way too big book. He places one hand on the cover, "I am of the age where I can see beyond what is perceive."

"Isn't that old manish for I know more than you so deal with it," Ichigo leaned back with his arms crossed.

The old mech snorted, "so I have been told. You are not the first to tell me this."

Ichigo grins, "good to know."

Alpha Trion tilted his head, "you are not curious about all my knowledge?" He taps the book, "you could learn how to return home."

"First, its creepy that you know so much. Two, I do want to return but I have two younglings depending on me." He smiles as he hands over the paperwork, "besides my sisters would be upset with me if I left the twins alone."

The old mech takes it and hums. He waves for Ichigo to sit while he looked over the datapad. Ichigo blinked when only after skimming it he shut the thing off and grins.

"I can see why Orion has attached himself to you. Meeting you I can see that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's future will be different then it was heading."

"huh," Ichigo whispers.

"I approve the scholarship for both younglings." Alpha Trion stands and Ichigo follows. He was stun that the twins were approved so quickly. "I also encourage you to visit more in the future," Ichigo stares as the mech passes him another pass card. "This way you don't have to keep borrowing Orion's," he grins as he gently escorts Ichigo out. "I look forward to seeing what the future holds with your involvement."

Ichigo stared blankly at the shut door. The question of what just happen turned over and over in his head. Finally, he moved heading back out the front and to the transforming lane. He didn't realize that he had arrived back at the Elite Guard barracks. He shakes his armor loose after transforming and walks in only to be stopped by an official-looking Guard.

"Your Ichigo right, the one that's friends with Guard Ironhide?"

"uh yeah?"

The mech smiles, "Great!" the mech chirps, "this is for you and congratulations," he hands Ichigo two datapads and leaves.

Ichigo blinks and flicks his wings, "This is a strange day." He powers on one of the datapads. "Dear applicant, thank you for applying for our grant; blab blab blab…We congratulate you on…receiving a full…" he jerks the datapad; his wings shoot up in surprise happiness. Both Sideswipe and Sunstreaker not only got a scholarship from the Hall of Records but now they have two grants from the Elite Guard. That covered their entire education for the next five vorns. It includes room and board at schools, supplies, fuel, and upgrades that would match their chosen field and the school of their choice.

"Hey, Ichigo!"

Ichigo looked up from the datapad before Sideswipe collided with his legs. He stumbled back until a black hand grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

"Careful bitty," Ironhide's chuckles. Ichigo could hear the mechs southern drawl and know it is him before looking.

"Calm down bit brain," Sunstreaker sounded bored. "What's that?"

Ichigo grins after separating himself from Sideswipe. "These," he holds up the datapads, "are your acceptance letters for scholarships plus a scholarship from the Hall of Records."

The twins blinked up at him. It was Sunstreaker who got it first, "I'm going to need a new paint job."

Sideswipe looks at his twin. Ironhide chuckles, "Already have a school in mind, mechling?"

"I want to make a good first impression."

"I want to go to a fun school. Not one like our last one," the red twin was reading over one of the datapads. "I don't know what I want to do."

Sunstreaker sighs, "I don't know either," he admits.

Ichigo rubs their heads, "You still have time to find something that speaks to you." Both twins nod Ichigo subspaces the datapads, "so did you two enjoy your time with Ironhide today?"

Sideswipe smiles up at the black flyer, "Ironhide got his red aft handed to him."

"By a small femme," Sunstreaker smirks at the red mechs sputtering.

"That femme is ma mate and she will spank the both of ya," the red mech growls.

Ichigo swats the twin's heads, "and you know how to speak about a femme. Don't misjudge someone base on their size."

The two whined but apologized. Ironhide waved them with a quick reply, "alright. Anyway, these little scraplets tell me you're a good fighter yourself." He glances at Ichigo, "wanna spar?" he flexes his arms showing off his cannons.

Well, how can Ichigo pass up that, he gave him a fang showing grin. "Think you stand a chance old mech?"

Ironhide grumbles, "not that old you young punk." Ichigo just gave him a feral smile. "Let's go scraplet."

However, just before they entered the building the two adults turned around. The sound of jet engines was their only warning before a high-speed sledgehammer slam into Ichigo's chest. Ironhide shoves the twins into the door with orders to go get everyone. He was glad that the younglings didn't waste time arguing. Ironhide raced after the two mechs screeching and fighting in the streets. Before the attacker grabbed the younger mech and shot up in the air.

Ichigo was holding his own but the Guards mech could see that once in the air the young mech was outmatched. Ironhide tried to get a lock on the green flyer but he could get a good shot without hitting Ichigo. While he kept an optic on the fight the rest of the Guard start crowd control and keeping the younglings inside.

"I got snipers on the roof. They just need a clear shot," Chromia says her own rifle clasped in her hands.

"Slagger came out of nowhere. Kid's holding his won but-

"But he's having trouble," Chromia says. "Soon as he can get away, we can stun 'em."

Until either Ichigo can get away or they land the Guards could do nothing. Any members that could fly and intervene were on a mission in another city-state. An idea hit him when spotting some civilian flyers watching and looking more than concern.

He nods towards the flyers and Chromia follows, "Mechs I got some questions."

"We're not with that Volscian." The oldest one of the three says.

Ironhide arches a ridge at him, "didn't say that. I want to know why in the pit did he suddenly attack my friend."

The three mechs look at each other before the oldest spoke again, "We cannot be sure but from the way, he is attacking. We think its…eh, well it is something that's not mention outside of Vos."

Ironhide grumbles something about city-states and secrets, "What did ya mean by the way he's fighting?"

"That green mech is trying to rip or damage the younger one's wings. Not to cripple permanently but…he's trying to claim him."

Ironhide stares at them, "claiming him, your saying that all this is about."

"He must find him attractive or he wants him for something else."

"You certainly can pick some friends Hide." Chromia laughs.

"Ichigo doesn't see it like that. I have wondered why the youngling wasn't trine.

"This isn't a mech looking for a trine," one of the flyers said. "I would say the green one is also untrined. This fight is too violent for picking a trine mate."

Ironhide would have said something when all five mechs jumped back when Ichigo slammed the green flyer into the payment. The younger mech looked worst for wear and Ironhide didn't like the sound that the mechs frame made when he moved. He helped his young friend off to the side while the trine and Chromia kept the green attacker from getting up.

"You're going to be okay mech?"

Ichigo vented hot air and his wing was sparking. "Sideswipe and Sunstreaker?"

"Safe and worried. We're going to get ya clean up before getting them." Ironhide helped Ichigo over to one of the Guard medics.

"Not the worst that I have seen," the pink femme says. "Though I will suggest that you not fly for the next orn or so. I can write up some pain codes should these welds ache."

"What about my work? I have to report next orn." Ichigo holds as still as possible when the medic pokes something.

The femme frowns, "If you were one of the Guard, I take you off shift. But since you're not-

"I would have to get my usual medic to do something," Ichigo sighs. "Ratchet would do and then some. But I can't be missing work."

The femme sighs and scowls at Ironhide. The mech winches and nods already knowing that if he didn't do something then the little femme will tell his mate and she would do more then scowl at him. He also knew that being a large Volsian flyer Ichigo would have trouble finding work should he be fired. It was why his current job was at the docks. The old dockmaster would hire anyone that could lift heavy things and work for cheap. And Ichigo was taking care of two younglings which is costly, Ironhide was surprised that the mech had done so well.

"What if we could get you a job that wasn't so stressful on your frame?" Ironhide finally said.

Ichigo tests his wings and shoulder, "Like what; not many good places hire flyers around here."

The red mech nods, the docks were the only reputable place Ichigo could work in the right side of the law. Unless the mech went and decide to work in the pleasure clubs or streets.

"We have some openings, and the shifts will let you spend more time with your younglings. Pay is good and besides that cranky old mech you and your twins will have access to Static and his crew of medics."

Ichigo looks out to the other Guards and the green flyer being hauled away. "Thanks for the offer Ironhide. But I doubt that your Boss would allow you to make good on the offer." He pushes himself up, "Thanks for watching the twins, but I think we'll head home for the orn. I'll contact Ratchet and fill him on what's happen." He says more to the medic whose scowl was turning into a frown. It was the only way he could think to appease her.

"I will contact your medic," she says. "You go home and get some rest. No flying the only thing you should be doing is sitting on your skid plate until those welds set. You can return to work the orn after next orn."

Ichigo nods while waving over the twins who cling to him. He knew that this incident reminded them of the rings. It would bring up some bad memory purges later that night. "Will I need to come back to write up a report?"

Ironhide waves him off, "Nah we'll come to you. There are plenty of witnesses you should be thinking if you want to press charges."

Ichigo nods and gently shuffles the twins towards the public transport station. "What was his reason for attacking me anyway?"

The red mechs shrug, "I'll let you know when I find out."

The ride home was uncomfortable, the cramped transport aggravated his injuries and the others sharing the ride did not understand personal space. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were literally under him so no one would accidentally step on them. It would be the last time he would be riding public transportation, next time he was ban from flying he was walking.

"That was the most disgusting thing I ever experience," Sunstreaker says once the transport rolls away.

"For once I agree with him," Sideswipe punches in the key code for their door. "I rather use my one wheels when I get." He looks hopefully at Ichigo.

"Not without Ratchets approval," Ichigo quickly says. He flops on their squishy couch; it was one of the few luxury expenses he made. He groans as his frame settles; he couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. "Can I trust you two not to go out of control while I take a short nap?"

"You can take a long one. Not like we can go anywhere without our own set of wheels," Sides gave him a cheeky smile.

"Keep bugging me and you won't get them. You'll be making friends with that transport," Ichigo shoots back. "I need some rest before Ratchet storms in."

"We'll be good little angels until you wake," Sunstreaker said clamping his hands over Sideswipe's mouth.

The black flyer hums as he powers downs, just for a second he thought he saw a flash of white. He jerked back online thinking that someone was in the building. He stands to go look around and huffs when he finds nothing out of place.

"Something wrong?" Sideswipe asks from the kitchen.

"No, its nothing." Ichigo sighs and heads towards the room. He finally had his own room now that Wheeljack was gone. Though that won't stop the twins from coming in and snuggling with him.

While Ichigo rested the twins went to entertain themselves. Sunstreaker took out his art supplies and Sideswipe pulled out a used old game system. Sideswipe jumped when Sunstreaker whipped his head up.

"What?"

"…nothing," he went back to drawing.

Sideswipe shrugs and continued playing his outdated game. But then something moved, "What was that?"

"What?"

"Something moved," he puts his game then stands. "It was over near Ichigo's room."

Sunstreaker rolls his optics, "it's probably something of Wheeljacks. I wouldn't worry."

Sideswipe looks at his twin, "you would leave a defenseless Ichigo alone with ono of Jackie's experiments?"

The yellow twin vents, "find." He shoves himself up and follows Sideswipe into Ichigo's dark room.

The crept around looking for what they thought they saw. Sunstreaker growls when they don't find anything. He drags Sideswipe back out and over to the couch where he planned on ranting at his brother for wasting his time.

"Sides-

"Sunny, it's right behind you!" Sideswipe yanks his brother away and slams into the back of the couch.

"What is that!" the yellow twin shouts.