To Hardy girl: What? What do you mean Bumblebee isn't a Camaro in Prime? I've been lied to! *flips over a table* Well dang. Proves how much I know about cars… *goes back to playing Need For Speed* Though I did briefly remember the name of the car Bee was in Prime, though I automatically assumed he was a Camaro… Wasn't he a Volkswagen in G1? *wonders instead of looking it up*

To Guest 1: *AGGRESSIVELY THROWS YOU BREADSTICKS*

To Guest 2: Um… I'm sorry? I didn't mean to be offensive? *totally confused* But in all fairness, I really do suck at dancing unless we are all playing Just Dance (then again, I just win by moving the controls in the right directions. I know that's cheap, but guess who ends up winning?). Though I'm glad you like the Vehicons!

Anyway… sorry for the late update. School became a pain in the aft to the point I had to go to sleep late, leaving me no time at all to write. Another thing, this is the first time I've ever wrote about a dance competition and I barely know how these things work out so hopefully this came out okay.


In the dance room all the competitors and staff were inside and about ready to get this show on the road. What was odd, the place seems a little emptier. Strange, the room was packed earlier. Where did everyone go?

Smokescreen, being one of the few to notice the change, spoke out. "Is it just me, or does this place became easier to move around?"

Bumblebee looks back at him, sharing an equally confused look. "No kidding. What the heck happened to everyone?"

Another person quickly and quietly ran in. It was the final judge, arriving late to deliver last minute news. Apparently, it wasn't good news when the other two judges made an uneasy face. One had to go to the DJ, in this case Baxter standing behind his DJ table, passing along the bad news.

"What do ya mean more than half our competitors dropped out... Most of 'em had accidents? What kind of accidents... Snake bites? Thorns? … ouch, bees? Really? Geez, good thing a town ain't too far away.." Baxter clears his throat before speaking into a microphone as the judge stepped away. "Can ah have everyone's attention?" The partiers' chatter hushed down.. "We got some good news an' bad news… Bad news, there will be less of ya jammin' because of a few harmless accidents. Good news, we still have enough people to still make this a fun competition." Suspicious murmured filled the air, a few teams exchanging cautious glances at each other. It wasn't until long the Autobots' group received some looks.

Smokescreen huffed. "I betcha I know who was behind those 'accidents'." The group gave a glance at Knock Out, who noticed and smiled with feigned innocence. Taking another glance at the group of misfits, Soundwave was nowhere to be seen.

"So, without further ado, lets get this competition started!" A lot whooping of cheers came as a response. When they settled down, he continues. "A'ight. The competition will consist of three different rounds of which I'll explain the instructions of each when it starts. For the rules, very simple. For starters, there will be no cheating of any kind and certainly no hittin' or trippin' up the other dancers. If ya do- and will get caught- these kind staff members are gonna disqualify ya. And last but not least, don't forget just to have fun!"

"Fo' round one, may ah please have two members of each group come up?" After a little debate of who were going to go up first, Bumblebee and Jordan were nominated and they didn't have any problems with it. For the Decepticon side it was Knock Out and Dave.

"The first round is call 'dance until ya drop'. Music will be played an' it's your job to dance to it. But the thing is, ya can't stop dancin'. If ya stop or begin ta dance off beat, ya lose. The last ten groups that hold in with members still jammin', their group will advance ta the next round."

"This doesn't sound too bad." Bumblebee said after the instructions were given out.

"Shouldn't be. Actually sounds like a lotta fun." Jordan faces the teen with a grin. "Good luck out here, 'Bee." He got a nod and a smile in response from the scout.

"Get ready ta throw down in 3...2...1…" Right on cue, the speakers blast the tunes as the dancers dance to the beat. Most of the songs that were being played were a mix of popular dance genres, either instrumental or lyrical. When one song ended, automatically another one followed behind it.

With the competition barely beginning, a team got out because one of the teammates accidently trip and fell on the other… Funny it may have been, it meant the group couldn't proceed to the next round sadly.

"Let that be a lesson ta never dance too close to someone…" Hearing the reminder from the DJ's mouth, almost instantly the contestants on the dance floor cautiously shimmered away a safe distance from their teammates, not waiting another repeat of the accident.

"One less group to worry about." The redheaded Decepticon smirked at the group's failure, continuing to dance.

Every now and then, a group would take spotlight, wowing the crowd with their dance styles anytime a song would come up.

Being the egotistical person he was, Knock Out decided to throw in some of his best moves first, collecting impressed glances from the audience. Incidentally, the song 'I'm Sexy and I know it' played and that was when he knew it was his time to shine.

When I walk by, girls be looking like damn he fly

I pimp to the beat, walking on the street in my new lafreak, yeah

This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control, It's Redfoo with the big afro

And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow…

To turn up his game, his sways his hips from side to side in almost a bouncy yet seductive motion in sync with the song as the chorus came up, moving his arms in time, his lips mouthing the lyrics to the song as if he heard it a billion times.

Ah, girl look at that body (x3)

Ah, I work out..

The females of the crowd-aside from Arcee- went wild watching the red medic dance, pointing to them at certain points of the song. The guys, however, were just plain jealous at the show off.

Having that said, Arcee happened to be the on the receiving end of Knock Out's point, also getting a playful wink that would make most girls would melt over, making her fluster.. "D-did he..?" He does remember who she is right?

Smokescreen crossed his arms, sending a narrowed stare in Knock Out's way, wishing he would trip and fall on his pretty, smug face.

Bumblebee frowns at the display, though haven't stopped dancing yet. "Now, that's just showing off…"

"Ah guess that means we have ta show off just as much then!" Jordan declared proudly with a laugh. "Can't have that guy gettin' all the fans now, can we?" Finally, Knock Out's theme song switched over to another.

Bumblebee had moves to rival Jordan's as he was moving like he was a pro. "Yeah, get it, Bumblebee!" Laughed Jordan, dancing near the young teen, though not too close enough to get in the way. The crowd and even the judges' attention went to the two as they were doing probably the greatest robot dance ever. Strange enough, it wasn't planned; it were originally Bumblebee doing one of his favorite moves as Jordan caught on and started to follow him up, earning them both cheers and a nasty scowl from Knock Out from having his spotlight soon stolen afterwards.

"Why am I not surprised he would do the robot?" Arcee shook her head at it as Smokescreen cheered like the rest of the crowd.

"Woohoo! Yeah! Go Bee and Jordan!"

Possibly 45 minutes in, a total of three groups out of the fifteen vanished from the dancefloor, unable to keep the beat. A thing people caught onto was the more music that was played, the faster the tempo next song.

Everything was going great for the Autobot team as they believed they were going to ace this one hands down. Unlucky, Bumblebee's leg started to ache up as time progressed further… Doing his best to ignore it didn't last very long as the pain progressed to where it gave up on him, making him fall flat on his aft… The onlookers either groaned in pity or cringe from the sight..

"Scrap, that hurts." he groans, getting up and walking to where Arcee and Smokescreen with shame plastered on his face.

"Ouch, what happened out there?" Smokescreen wondered.

Arcee had a pretty good clue. "'Bee, why didn't you say your leg was still hurting?"

Bumblebee's back leans against the wall, getting the weight off his bad leg. "'Cause I thought I would be able to hold out until it was over."

"Well, at least we still have Jordan hanging in there."

"Gah! I said watch where you're dancing at!" A loud hissed from Knock Out was directed at the fallen drone. By the looks of it, Dave had tripped a few inches away from him. Fortunately for Knock Out he wasn't standing in the area. Dave quickly scrambled to his feet in the opposite direction and quickly excused himself. If it wasn't for the competition, Knock Out would have sliced his legs off so he could no longer trip. Problem solved.

The Autobots had a shred of sympathy for the poor guy as he returned to his group in disgrace, head bowed as his 'brothers' gave him a pat on the back for trying...

Teammates of the same group, who found the second fall more hilarious than the first, stopped dancing to laugh, saying something in a mix of Portuguese and English.. "And you two are out!" Baxter called the teammates, who just shrugged and calmly exited.

"I don't think they even cared." Smokescreen made a comment.

"An' there we have it!" Baxter ends the music as most the remaining dancers nearly passed out on the spot after an hour and a half of dancing.

"Is everyone ready for round 2? A'ight, winners of the first round, sit back an' get a drink of water. Meanwhile, the team members who weren't dancin' in the last round, bring your bodies ta the dancefloor."

"I guess we're up," Arcee looks at the energetic rookie. "Ready Smokescreen?"

"Ready as I'll ever be! Let's go dance!"

Bumblebee nods, smiling. "Good luck you two."

"Yo, Bee, ya a'ight over there? You took a nasty fall." Jordan talks to Bumblebee after the switch was made and Arcee and Smokescreen taken position on the floor. He was drinking out a water bottle, guzzling it down until dry. Then he tosses one to Bumblebee as he caught it.

"I felt worse. I should be glad I hadn't falling onto my face." The scout would have been more embarrassed than the two guys that were the first ones to lose by falling on each other...

"Round 2 is mah favorite game of 'DJ says'," Baxter announced.

Arcee blinks. "What, like 'Simon Says'?"

"Exactly, chica!" Baxter laughs.

"Um… Who's Simon and what does he have to do with anything?" She heard Smokescreen whisper the question in her ear.

"'Simon Says' is a Earth game. Basically you have to do what the person says, but only when they say 'Simon says' before the action or you lose." Arcee expertly explains. There was a time of when the kids back at base played this game with the Autobots. It ended with Ratchet banning the game back at the base...

"So it's the Academy all over again?"

"The rules are easy. Just follow ta what the DJ says and does. Careful ta not change what you're doing unless ya hear the phrase, 'DJ says' or you're out." This sounds relatively simple, even a Vehicon could do it (which Kevin and Caleb were thankful about). "Since ah can't be jammin' an' playing the songs at the same time, I have ta leave it…"

"Up to me!" Rosy jumped up on stage enthusiastically, cutting off Baxter.

"Right. Everybody listen to our favorite Rose." Baxter finally finished.

Arcee's shoulders slumps. "Scrap." Something tells her she wasn't going to like this very much. Her shoulder was nudge by Smokescreen, telling her to lighten up.

"C'mon, Baxter, turn up the tunes already. Time to move this show along!" The pink haired female smiles with microphone in hand.

"Ha! Couldn't agree with ya more! Is everyone ready?" The crowd replied with excited yells.

"Alighty! Gonna start out with something simple. Dj says clap your hands to the beat like this." The dancers mimicked Rosy clapping her hands to the rhythm of the beat. "'Kay, now stop." One pair of hands stopped clapping from a teen about Bumblebee's age. He'd realized his mistake and steps away from the stage frowning at his early loss.

"DJ says step to side to side and don't stop clapping those hands!"

"Okay, now stop!" As quick as those commands were issued, one girl stopped clapping her hands. It was easy to point her out.

As the second competition advanced onwards, it became difficult when Rosy sang her commands with the song, giving the competitors little reaction time and more tasks…

It was like remember the order of each move while she either adds or takes away a step and it's the dancer's job of recalling what move goes next… Primus forbids if you forgotten a step much like Arcee did after getting thrown off by Rosy's orders. She groans, frustrated by her slip up. Certainly Rose's commentary only added salt to the wounds.. "Looks like someone couldn't keep up."

"Couldn't have said that better myself." Knock Out grinned, pleased at the femme's failure while his drone's were still in.

"Tough break, 'Cee… But you did great!" Bumblebee tries to raise Arcee's spirits.

"Thanks for trying to cheer me up, but I'm starting to think she has something against me."

Jordan cuts in. "Rosy has nothing against ya. You did your best and held out. 'sides, that round was meant to be more challenging ta knock out challengers pretty fast."

"... Okay, now freeze!" Another three people out from the floor, one including a vehicon who was distracted.

Smokescreen and a few others barely survived the last moments of the round. If he was dancing any longer, he was sure he was going to slip up.

Dj Blaster called time. "Okay, Rosy, you can settle down now. You took down enough contestants."

"Glad to help."

"A'ight, we going ta take a thirty minute break. Next we'll meet fo' the last round of the dance off outside." The competition was put off to a halt until everything is set up outside. It was a good time for everyone to take a breather or rest.

"Way to go Smokescreen. Hopefully Rosy didn't knock the wind outta ya." Chuckled Jordan as Smokescreen came back.

"Yeah. Who knew you were good at following orders?" Way to crush his spirit, Arcee.

Smokescreen detected the sarcasm and frowned accordingly. "Is that all I get from you?" He got a pat on the back from Bumblebee as he spoke.

"That is the closest you'll get for a compliment from her, Smoke."

Contestants and audience alike were gathered around the stage set outside as the next and final part of the competition about to commence.

"What do you think we have to do?" Bumblebee wondered out loud.

"Does it matter? We're gonna win this hands down," Smokescreen said. On stage he was able to see where the trophy was placed, seethed under the tarp still. "Hey, you think Knock Out would be mad at if we rub the trophy in his face after we win?"

"That's terrible man…" Jordan shook his head in mock disappointment. "Ya gotta taunt him as well. Then he will be mad."

"Yo party people!" The heads turn to the DJ on stage. "Are ya ready fo' the last round?!" he chuckles, hearing the crowd cheer agreeingly. "Great ta have everyone on board. The last part of the competition is a freestyle dance off. Our last remaining teams will choose somebody ta represented them as they shake their stuffs. The team with the highest scores- given by our judges over there," he points to three judges sitting in a long table. "Will be our dance champions!"

The teams were chosen by random to see who goes first. Out of the five teams in total, the Autobots were 3rd and the Decepticons are 5th. It gave the two teams some time to choose out their candidate (well, Knock Out nominated himself and others had to agree). While the first guy was on the stage, the discussion of who was going first for the Autobots was a struggle..

"I think Arcee should do it." Bumblebee suggested, keeping a partial eye on the dancer on stage. So far, he was dancing pretty good.

Startled by the suggestion, Arcee gave the scout a crazy look. "I think Arcee should not do it. Are you out of your mind? I can't go up there… I'm not that good anyway."

"Are ya afraid of messin' up again? Ya can't let that bring ya down." Seems like Jordan supports Bumblebee's idea. "Go up there, Cee, you'll do great up there! Ah have confidence in ya, sister."

"Same here, sis- Arcee," Smokescreen quickly corrected himself, giving a suresmile to the femme. Arcee gave in to her group.

"Fine… As long as Pink Princess over there isn't giving orders again." Arcee referred to Rosy in the crowd.

"I didn't even see her in the crowd… Is she recording this?" Bumblebee and the rest of the group noticed a camera in the girl's hand. "She is."

What the group missed was the bewildered expression on Jordan's face. It wasn't like Rosy to pay attention to things other than her hair and cute boys. Attention back towards the stage, the song ended and at the judges' table showed the scores the dancer made on a scale of 1 through 10 on large white cards: 6, 6, and a 7, making it a grand total of 19. A female dancer who went on afterwards made a 4 in total as she tripped at the very end… So close.

Acree hesitantly goes on the stage, but very carefully getting up the steps. Tripping on the steps might may subtract a few numbers from her score.

"Next we have Arcee! Show us what you're made of!"

Arcee waited until the music started, beat going steady as she begins to get a feel for it. Her foot steps to the beat on time, trying to not look nervous with all eyes focused on her. 'Calm down and focus Arcee...' She mentally tells herself, closing her eyes briefly to recollect.

As the song continues, she changes it up and steps side to side added with hip and arm movement, but nothing too big… not yet.

She paused when the music commanded her to, standing in place while head was facing the side all dramatically. After doing some fancy footwork, one foot crossed the other after a jump and spun around once until the real dancing begins.

She puts her all into these moves as if her life depended on it with moves so intense you would think she was fighting. The people viewed her dancing styling to be different, but great nonetheless! And proved that they loved it as they clapped and cheered.

Arcee ends her performance with a high jump kick, spinning on her returning foot, standing in one last dramatic pose.

"That girl sure can dance, am I right, ya'll? Judges, show us those numbers!"

8, 8.5, 8

"Woah! Ah think that's the highest score we got."

Knock Out bit the tip of his nail, on edge after seeing Arcee's score. "Scrap, that score will be tough to beat…" He was very much caught up in thought that he nearly jumped when Soundwave came out of no where. "Oh, you're back, not that you being here will change anything unless you know how to freestyle." Soundwave's eyes drifted away as his face turned with it, and, to Knock Out's surprise, looking like a cross between embarrassment and hesitation, having a little internal conflict over there as it appeared. "Soundwave…?"

"Man, ya had some killer moves out there. Even ah don't wanna mess with tha'." Jordan high fived Arcee once she came back to them.

"Yeah, you were great! And here you thought you weren't a good dancer." Bumblebee smiled.

"I think you did an awesome job." It was Smokescreen turn. "I'm glad it wasn't me up there. Well, I think I would have just as good, but let's see Knock Out and his group beat that."

"Speaking of, look what the team brought out." Arcee pointed out the 'Con's contestant. Instead of Knock Out making his way to the stage as assumed, it was instead Soundwave, his trench coat waving around as he stepped forward.

"Is he even allowed to enter at this point? I mean, he wasn't even in earlier." Bumblebee brought up the fact Soundwave was no where to be seen in the start of the competition.

"Not to mention the four people per group rule. Yo, judges, is that allowed?" Jazz called out to the judges.

But Knock Out was already one step ahead of them. "Before you say anything, we aren't breaking any rules. You see here, poor Dave wanted to do the freestyle, alas he'd sprained his ankle."

"Aw, the poor thing!" Said the concerned Alice, one of the three girls the 'Cons meet, as she appeared near Dave's said examining the sprained ankle. "Yeah… He can't dance on that… Let's get you some ice for that." She took Dave off with not much of a choice for the drone.

The judges looked at each other, giving shrugs and glances. "There's nothing in the rules that say they can't switch out. We'll allow it."

"Entering on the stage is our last an' final dancer, representin' for his team, Soundwave! Show us what ya got." Grinning a little more, Blaster began the music.

Smokescreen shook his head. "This has got to be a joke; Soundwave, Megatron's deadly third in command dancing?" He stressed the word.s

"I don't know if I should laugh or what…" Added the confused scout.

"I'll pick 'or what'."

A steady beat started out as Soundwave follows it by tapping his foot and nodding his head in time, eventually adding in snapping finger. He kept on what he was doing, making the audience wait in anticipation of his next moves, adding in some extra motion with his body. Just as more of the melody begins to kick in, Soundwave dances along with it easily, his body moving expertly to the beat.

The music gradually builds up until it dramatically pauses, leaving the black cladded mech in a static pose. Soundwave got down as the beat drops and springs back up and breaks out all these moves.

The crowd cheers for the mech, leaving those like the Autobots and even Knock Out stunned.

The long black trenchcoat on the spymaster's back hinders some of his movements and made him burn up on the inside. As a quick thinking solution, Soundwave executed a well timed spin, tossing off his coat flawlessly into the crowd.

Unnecessary yes… Effective? Very much.

Everyone was chanting his name, awed by his incredible dancing skills. He tops it off with pose that made all the hands clap for him.

Arcee may have danced like a fighter, but Soundwave danced like pro dancer.

9, 8.5, 9.5

"H-how… how the Pit does Soundwave know how to dance!?" Smokescreen didn't want to admit out loud that Soundwave had some moves...

Bumblebee blinked repeatedly, making sure his eyes were functioning right. "I must be dreaming or the heat out here got me seeing things I don't need to see…"

"Preaching to the choir…" Yeah, they got their afts beat... They knew Soundwave was a very mysterious individual, hands down, but for the TIC dance to the beat like he owned it? The Autobots thought they were losing their mind, especially when the 'Cons were called up on stage to get their reward. Just a bad, bad dream they were telling themselves.

"Congratulations! You have really made the competition a great one. And as the winners," one of the judges uncovered the tarp, revealing the trophy, making everyone go quiet it awe. "We present your reward." Don't know how it was done, but somehow and someway, someone was able to craft a stunning trophy with using shards of what appeared to be energon crystals to decorate it. Evidently, the inside of the trophy was filled to the brim with the remaining energon. "Let's give them another round of applause!"

Knock Out and Soundwave didn't question about how humans managed to make this, let alone find the energon for it, mostly Soundwave pondered about it as the medic enjoyed time in the spotlight and glory to give two thoughts about it.

Hiss

Knock Out looked down and jumped up away with a high shrieked that could rival Starscream's. Normally this reaction would be perfectly okay if it wasn't for the fact that Knock Out was nearly scared slagless of a puny snake. It only took one person to carry it off without much of a hassle.

The crowd were laughing at Knock Out, some were taunting. The drones tricked not to snicker while Soundwave had to prevent a grin from showing.

And you can sure bet the Autobots were laughing their afts off.

"I suddenly don't mind the lost anymore. Did anyone catch that on camera?" Smokescreen laughs.

Feeling utterly embarrassed, Knock Out steps off the stage, having the drones handle the trophy as Blaster starting to play music.

Knock Out looked up at Soundwave's static face, trying not to twitch a smile. "Don't pretend I didn't see you smirking over there."

"It was fairly amusing." Soundwave played back a recording.

"So was your performance. By the way, I think I see a admire. And would you look what she has with her?" Knock Out grins at a female who was hugging a familiar black trench coat. Once Soundwave figured out that was his, he had to go back and get it from her… From Knock Out's standpoint, the conversation between the two were unclear besides the frustrated look on Soundwave and a giggling other. The spy, being defeated, gave into her demands and gave a light kiss onto her cheek. In return he got his coat back.

"How was the kiss?" Soundwave didn't appreciate the joking tone of his. Soon, Knock Out was inches away from the spymaster's glowering face.

"Say anything about the events of today and I will snap your necks," He aimed this threat towards Knock Out and the Vehicons. "I'll deliver the report to Lord Megatron and only me."

"Does that mean you figured out the problem with the groundbridge?" Soundwave gave a nod. "Then let's go. It's only a matter of time before someone decides to throw a rubber snake at me for laughs..."

Smokescreen spotted the Decepticons heading out. "Hey, the 'Cons are leaving. Should we do something?"

"Like what?" Arcee retorts. They only got off with some energon, but nothing too important that's worth going after them.

"Hey hey, now, cheer up. Ah hope that lost didn't make ya sour. " Jordan came in, patting them both on the backs. "If it makes ya feel any better, y'all had some killer moves out there. And ah don't say that just to any Autobots." Jordan's shades reflected the shocked looks from the Autobots.

"Wait, how do you know-" Bumblebee was cut off by a laugh.

"Boy, I don't even know where to start. You guys were so obvious, I had to keep myself from speaking Cybertronian."

Arcee sighs, dropping the 'normal human' act. "What gave us away?"

"How many humans on this planet have the names Bumblebee, Arcee, and Smokescreen? It could have been nicknames, so ah gave ya the benefit of the doubt. Another thing, if ya don't want people thinkin' you're Cybertronian, don't swear like one, at least not loud enough fo' others ta hear. Might be certain ears listenin'. Did anyone teach ya about these things?"

Team Prime mentally slapped themselves in the face.

"Ah mean there were other examples, but nothin' a normal human would struck out as odd. Just a little bit weird." he gave them a friendly reminder.

"Does that mean you're Cybertronian too? And an Autobot?" Bumblebee asked as 'Jordan' here did help them and showed no intentions of killing them like most Decepticons are proned to do.

"I would believe that. There's no human on Earth who can do the robot dance as good as Bee." Smokescreen chuckle lightly.

"Autobot Jazz, reportin' fo' duty." The cool man introduced himself with a short salute

Smokescreen turned into his 'fanboy mode' very similar to when he met Optimus Prime for the first time. "Wait.. You're Jazz? The Jazz? The very one who sneaks in Decepticon blockages, running head first into action, and if needed, faces 'Cons hands on? I can't believe it's you!"

Jazz had to make sure the fanboy wouldn't give him a hug or something. "Yep, the one an' only. Guess Rosanna ain't the only one with fans."

"Rosanna?!" The younger teens exclaimed excitedly, Bumblebee included. "The singer, Rosanna!?"

"You rang?" Rosanna hopped in, bringing the found 'EJ' with her.

"I knew there was something familiar about her! Can I have your autograph?" Bumblebee asked.

"You didn't know who she was and now you're asking for her autograph?" Arcee rolled her eyes while Bumblebee is getting his arm signed with a pen.

"Sup, Eject? Find any snakes?" Jazz spoke to 'EJ'.

The jersey wearing guy chuckled. "Which one? The ones that were dancing on stage or the smaller one that scared the living daylights out of Red?"

"Your handiwork?"

"When Blaster was telling me what was going down, I thought the 'Cons should get a taste of their own medicine. Couldn't find any of the bigger snakes since I was pressed for time and trying to keep an eye out for Soundwave…" he paused. "By the way you're not going to like what happened…"

"He found the ship an' turn off the signal jammer?" The shades wearing man guessed correctly.

"More like he destroyed it and everything else inside. I'm amazed he didn't blow it up." Eject heard a groan.

Jazz shifted his weight to the side. "How bad is it?" he hesitates.

"Worst than the time Rosanna lost her brush in the hotel room. There's no repairing that now."

"Damn…"

"What's this talk about a ship and a signal jammer?" Arcee butts in after listening in between the two. "You blocked off our communications?"

"It was for precautionary measures," Eject explained to Arcee.

"But now it's out of service." Jazz finished."Look, it's a long story an' ah don't wanna stand here an' talk about it while there's a party right behind meh."

"If the scrambler is down, then that means we can contact base and leave." Arcee pointed out as she looks back at her group.

"Hey, the night's still young, why not stay a little longer?" Suggested Jazz. "Ya already here anyway."

"Afraid we may have to go. Everyone else is probably worried."

"Do we have to leave now?" The party was still very much on. Without the Decepticons to worry about or the mission, relaxation was just what the doctor order. This is the break they so much yearned for. Do they really have to go back to base right now?

Smokescreen did have a point. Bumblebee didn't want to leave and admittedly, Arcee felt the same… "Too bad the comm. links are working again."

"Isn't that just great? Your comm. links are workin' just fine again." The Autobots looks at Jazz quizzingly. "Though, ah do wonder if the rest of gang back at base knows it. They could of thought the three of ya were so caught in the mission, ya were forced ta keep your comm links off. After it was over, ya would have turn them back on. Shame it didn't happen."

The three Autobots caught on to what Jazz was getting at. "Hmm… yeah, that didn't happen..." Smokescreen smirked deviously, casually turning off his comm link.

Arcee did the same. "An hour to 'survey' the area sounds good to everyone?"

"We should make it two, just to be safe." Bumblebee chuckles.


FINALLY I AM SLAGGING DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER!

I like how this turn out. The dance competition wasn't meant to be anything intense or anything; it was just for fun. Then when have the 'Cons ruining it for most part, but that's besides the point.

Next chapter should be up soon! If anyone have any ideas, crack or not, share them with me!

(And now I feel like drawing Arcee as a pretty ballerina…)