Back at the base, Ratchet was constantly surveilling each life signal on the monitors, having a sense of extreme worry was getting the best of him.

Looking up from his laptop, Raf noticed the medic was uneasy. "Everything okay there, Ratchet?"

Ratchet didn't even look back at Raf when he answered half heartedly. "Yes fine.." Ratchet's optics glued to the screen in empty silence.

Jack paused the video game that he was playing against Miko and turns around on the couch, abling him to see Ratchet's backside. "Hey, the Autobots are going to be just fine." Jack tried to reassure the medic.

"Yeah, Just relax a little, Hatchet." Miko took this opportunity to press the resume button on Jack's controller while he wasn't paying attention. By the time Jack realised that Miko had done that, she'd won before Jack got his grip back onto the controller.

"Miko! You cheated!"

"That wasn't cheating. It's called seizing the moment." Something she got from Wheeljack no doubt.

Those words didn't really fill Ratchet up with much confidence; he is a medic and it's his job to fear what disasters may occur. Rafael knew that this concerned behavior was far worse than the usual.

"You're not worried about how they will handle themselves against the 'cons, you're worried about if they will ever be Cybertronian again, are you?" Raf knew he hit the right note as he received a over the shoulder glance from Ratchet.

"Ratchet, are you there?" came a voice from the computers. It was Smokescreen contacting the base. "I need a bridge right about now."

"Just give me a moment.." Ratchet was typing some things into the keyboard, soon commanding the groundbridge vortex firing up.

"Finally, someone who can play fairly in videogames," Jack said with a tone of mock relief. Miko punched Jack really hard in the arm.

The white haired teen entered the mostly Autobot-deprived base with a small white box carried by his two hands. Miko noticed the box in the other's hand and didn't hesitate to ask, "Whatcha got there, Smokester?"

"Just a little somethin' I made for-" Smokescreen started and then he notices the lack of Autobots. "Where's everyone?"

"Off battling against the 'cons." Miko answered. Smokescreen groaned, dropping his shoulders but not too low or hastily to drop the item in his hand.

"Are you serious? Ratch', you gotta bridge me over there! They may need some backup." Eagerly said Smokescreen, grinning ethusictalicly to join a fight. "Oh, but before that, Jack? Can ya do me a favor?"

"Sure, I guess." Jack was handed over the box being presented by a rarely serious Smokescreen.

"Don't open it, don't let Miko get ahold of it, and Primus forbid you to drop it."

"Promise, man. Can you atleast tell me what I'm guarding?"

"That's a secret I'm not willing to tell until later," he winked back at Jack.

"'cons, here I come!" Smokescreen inhales sharply before charging in shouting, "Leeeerooooooooooooooooy Jeeeeeeeeeeekins!" Was all that was heard as the groundbridge swallowed the Elite Guard.

Ratchet was absolutely dumbfounded by the teens outburst of a random name. Jack, Miko, and Raf were also surprised, but understood the meaning behind it.

"... Who showed him the video…?" Jack finally asked.

Rafael scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "Guilty as charged.. I didn't know he was actually gonna do it."

You wouldn't believe how the battle is going back in Hawaii; Team Prime were having a bit of a hard time facing the tall, still robot Vehicons, although, they were oddly winning.

"No! I refuse to be crushed again!" Bumblebee declared angrily trying to lift off a Vehicon's ped from stomping him into the ground like a bug. He eventually got the drone off balanced by using his zappers to shoot a hole in his foot. Once that 'con was down for the count, another one swooped up the yellow scout in its servo, tighten his grip around the human Autobot.

"Yeehaw!" Whooped loudly the army Autobot as he holding onto the back helm of the panicking Vehicon. Bulkhead had busted the Vehicon's mask, disabling the drone from seeing clearly, making it smash into his own teammates one by one, including the one that held Bumblebee captive. "This isn't as bad as I thought it would be!" Laughed the Wrecker once he was able to get down after his robot ride broke down.

'bee shook his head and forced open the offlined drone's servo. "Speak for yourself… You weren't a Decepticon's squeeze toy." They were cut off by approaching drones trying to blow them up to smiteries.

Optimus was easily dodging incoming blast that were fired towards him, and his smaller size helped in evading said blast. The leader was still able to draw out his blades that emerges from from where his hands use to be, slicing down the shooter's legs, attacking them when they are on the ground. Other time he would just jump up and stab the Vehicon's spark chambers, instantly offlining them with ease.

Starscream didn't intend for the Autobots to hold their ground against opponents that were significantly bigger than them. He was actually appalled by such a sight; Vehicons losing to humans!

Though, he should've at least factored in the possibility of them being Techno-Organics…

He slowly back up into the shadows of the trees to hide from sight. "Curse those four Autobots.. Always ruining everything.." Wait… why does he see only three? "Where's Arcee?" Starscream raised an eyebrow, scanning the area for the femme.

A voice suddenly called, "Look above you." Without a thought, Starscream lifted his head up to the trees. Next thing he knew, he gets a face full of foot hard enough to send him back flying, and left an imprint of a small shoe.

"Gah! Blasted glitch! I think you broke something!" Whined the former Seeker, holding his nose as royal purple liquid (yes, that is their blood color) was running out of it. "I don't think it's suppose to feel like that.." It was indeed crooked.

"I'm not through with you just yet, Starscream." Arcee started to approach him with a murderous glint in her eyes. Starscream desperately tries to scoot away from her as he was still on the ground. Preparing for the worse, he uses his arms to shield his face to the incoming blows. What wasn't expected was a cry of pain from the attacker. He was astonished to see the biker Autobot on her back half conscious with a scotch

mark visible from front. Starscream then looks at the steam that was rising from his hands.

"I forgot about the blasters… Oh well." He rised. Arcee was about to get up, but was sent back down from a extreme force that was weighing down her stomach.

"What's the matter, Arcee?" He cracked a evil grin, increasing the amount of pressure his was placing on the femme's stomach from his shoe. Starscream laughed watching the weakened femme gasping for air. "Speak up, I can only hear you gasping for air. Pity that humans require oxygen to survive." He was a second away from shattering her ribs until he was pushed off to the side.

"What the?" He glared to see which idiot got in the way of his revenge.

No one in sight and all the other Autobots were preoccupied by the drones. So, where the frag did that come from?

Arcee may have been dazed because Starscream was… punching himself in the face?

She blinks her eyes repeatedly, face forming a 'what' expression. It appeared he was doing this against his will as he was shrieking for it to stop. Both teams paused beating the slag out of each other to watch Starscream beating himself up in confusion.

"Is…Commander Starscream hitting himself?" One of the Vehicons asked out loud not practically to anyone.

"I think he is.." Bumblebee actually replied back to the same Vehicon he was previously fighting against.

"What- ouch! What's going on?!" The self punches have stopped, thankfully, but then his vision was blocked off by his own dirtied trench coat that was lifted from behind covering his face in a similar fashion as a weegie. Most couldn't resist a smile (even the Vehicons would have to resist pulling a smile if they had a face) after Starscream was knocked into a deep, stinky pile of mud (and hopefully just that).

Coughing up the vile substance, the Seeker just wanted all of this misery and humiliation to end. So, he did the one thing he was known for a lot, "Decepticons, retreat!" To add insult to injury, being unable to transform, he shamefully resorted to flying away in one of the Vehicon aircrafts.

There was a chuckle, "That was a bit too easy if you ask me."

Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Arcee, and even Optimus were searching for the source of the voice. There was only one bot that have a smug voice like that.

"Smokescreen? Where are you?"

"Right in front of you." Smokescreen literally just popped out of nowhere in front of Arcee like he said. He shocked everyone with his instantaneous appearance.

"How did you…" Arcee was bewithered, allowing the teen to help her up.

"Best thing about Iacon relics: they shrink fit to the user. " How could have anyone missed the heavy looking metallic belt that was wrapped around Smokescreen's waist? The white haired teen faced the rest. "Found it not too far from here. Betcha this was what Screamy was looking for."

"When did you get here!?" It wasn't necessary for Bumblebee to shout the question in everyone's minds, though if he didn't say it, someone else would have.

"Um.." He folded his arms and tilted his head to the side. "Five… ten minutes ago? I dunno, I'm bad with human time."

Bulkhead's eyes never left the strange device around the newbie's waist. "What's that you got there?"

"Invisibility cinture. Sucks that this thing needs an aft load of power and takes like days for it to recharge. Makes the user invisible, completely undetectable by scanners."

Smokescreen laughs, now looking at Arcee after turning from the crater full of fresh Energon crystals. "... Heh.. Guess I didn't blow anything up this time, huh?"

"Don't think for one moment this excuses you from what you said last night." She crosses her arms, turning her helm away from him.

Smokescreen looked plain dejected before perking up hearing the femme mumble, "But thanks." And she smiling too! Smokescreen mentally cheered at his accomplishment.

Smokescreen was uncharastically quiet for the moment as it was a sign he was going to say something he would regret saying. "Sooo… Anyone mind telling what I missed? I kinda lucked out of all of the action when I was saving Arcee over here from Starscream again and-"

"Hold on, what do you mean by again?"

Slag not again...

"Uh, on second thought, Ratchet and everyone else are waiting for us to bridge back," Smokescreen quickly shifted the topic, although Arcee wouldn't let this go.

"No, no, no. I want to hear this." Arcee was making Smokescreen cower worse than Starscream.

:: Ratchet where's that groundbridge, I need one now! :: Pleaded the Elite guard over comm. link. He was viciously hitting the invisibility cinture, hoping it would activate. 'Frag! This thing just had to run out of power!'

:: Ratchet! It's a matter of life and death and I'm about to be offlined! ::

Not a second too soon, a groundbridge opened up to Smokescreen's distress and he didn't waste a klik to jump in before Arcee got a hold of him. Don't know why he bothered to do that; he practically lives with her and more than likely will have to encounter the femme later on.

Arcee planned on jumping in after him if the vortex didn't snap shut in her face. "Smokescreen!"

"And she's pissed…" Bumblebee was hiding behind Bulkhead's buff and bulky body for protection.

Smokescreen entered the base, heavily sighing in relief.

"Smokescreen, where are the others?" Ratchet assumed that the others were in trouble since Smokescreen was desperately urging for a bridge.

"Oh, they are fine. The 'cons are taken care of too."

"If everything was fine, then why did you call for a groundbridge like you were getting murdered?!"

"Because I might have said something to make Arcee a little mad at me…"

Jack was in total disbelief. "Are you serious? You just have a deathwish, don't you?"

Not too long, Ratchet have gotten yet another request to send out a groundbridge. This time from Optimus. The group entered, all carrying loads of Energon crystals by hand (Bulkhead hoarding the most). They were bigger compared to the Techno-Organics, though it wasn't too difficult to carry the crystals.

"Welcome back. How did everything go?" Ratchet ask while the group were setting down the spoils in a pile.

"Better if we had an extra set of hands to help us transport this stuff," Arcee still hasn't let go about the fact that Smokescreen ran off on them. "Speaking of, where is he? I have a few choice words for him.."

"Arcee… You're back and looking well I see." Smokescreen smiled nervously when Arcee stomped her way over to him. "Wait! Let me just show you something."

Arcee waited to what the sports car have to show from the little white box he had. Opening it up, Arcee's lit up both confusion and curiosity.

It was a cake. A beautiful round, two layered strawberry pink cake with smooth, white icing coating most of the pastry with some type of blue liquid drizzled on the sides of it. Words were topped on the cake in icing, words that were Cybertronian that translated to 'I'm sorry for being an aft.'

"What is it?"

"It's what humans call a 'apology cake'. I, um, made it.. Look, I just wanted to say I was sorry for all of the stupid things I may have said to offend you…" He tries to find more things to say so he doesn't lose the other's attention.

"Aw…." Miko awed and Jack looked at her like she was crazy...ier than normal. "What? It's cute."

"I know you're probably still mad at me- scratch that, I know you're still mad at me, but I want you to know that I am deeply sorry. For everything."

Arcee crossed her arms, debating if she will be willing enough to forgive Smokescreen.

"I'm not sure that this is enough to make me forgive you just yet-" A fork with a bit of cake was shoved into Arcee's still moving mouth. Smokescreen grinned, retracted the fork, hearing Arcee's sounds of satisfaction.

The cake was so rich and soft; the cake part was fluffy and sweet to eat as for the icing, it was smooth and creamy also reminding her the taste of Energon. Hold on, it was Energon. Smokescreen must have added it in there just for her.

Just for Arcee.

She licked her lips from any remaining icing that fail to enter her mouth.

"... I'm still mad at you, but I will gracefully accept this apology cake." In truths, she wasn't as mad at him as she was before; that small smile of her face said otherwise.

Bumblebee got a peak of the boxed pasty that Arcee and whined, "I want an apology cake…"

Smokescreen heard the whining scout and couldn't help but to tease. "Sorry, Arcee only."

Bumblebee looks over at Arcee, hoping she would give him a slice or something.

"'fraid not 'Bee. I don't plan on sharing this apology cake. Sorry."


Please tell me if I'm making Arcee the femme in distress because I am truly not trying too. I promise not all chapters will be like this.

XD Next chapter is the decepticons.

This was one of those chapters that was 2,000 words longer than it had to be, so I had to break it up into two parts. I was going to post the second half on the same day on the first, but I had to do some modifications.

P.S I have this really great idea for a chapter, but I need someone to help me out with some of the details if it's not too much trouble.

Expect crack chapters every now and then. I don't remember if I added this before, though I am too lazy to go back and check.

To tell the truth, I don't mind doing a few request to those who can guess what references I made. And as an added bonus, I can tell you about upcoming chapters.

You know, I wouldn't mind making myself some cupcake after this. Afterall, IdidhavesomeacoupleofmonthsagobutmyMOTHERJUSTHADTO THROWITOUTTHINKINGTHATITWASOLD!

…. Yeah.. When it comes to food I don't play… And I was really pissed that day because of reasons…

Back to the story before I cry over lost cupcakes…

I'm sorry for the lack of Optimus lines, but he is so goddamn hard to write! T-T

So yeah, send in your reviews or I'll send Megatron after you. Lol.