To Hardy Girl: I like Dave too as much as I like Steve. And yeah. Based from what I've read about Rosanna's personality, she is kinda a mean butt, but I'm sure there's some niceness in her somewhere. Unfortunately, that Airachnid idea wouldn't work. AND YES I'VE READ THAT STORY AND I LOVE WHERE IT IS GOING OMGOSH. And technically, yes, you are right about my age, but I can really accept that answer since you gave me an age range.

To Emily p: *gasp* You know all my secrets! * hides behind a pile of breadsticks*


Eject climbed up to the T.V. area and landed on the couch next to Jack who really didn't mind the other's presence. "What are we watching up here?"

"Nothing really. Just flipping through channels," Jack plainly answered, pressing the same button over and over, flickering through channel to channel. Obviously nothing good was playing.

For the next few seconds, all that was watched were snippets from each show. Eject's sharp eyes caught a clip of something of interest. "Hold on, go back!" Jack flipped back a channel "... yes! Only the second half of the game!" cheered Eject, sitting up in excitement for one of his favorite shows.

"Football?" Questioned Jack as he turns to the delighted jersey wearing guy. On second thought, maybe the jersey alone should have hinted a liking to the sport.

"Yeah! I love watching it. Same with every other sport. What about you?"

Jack took a brief moment to answer. "Basketball is okay."

"So, have you heard about LeBron James?"

"Dude, yeah."

The famous male bonding took place over the talk of sports; Miko noticed this during one of Wheeljack's old wrecker stories, despite how much interesting a war story is than a boring conversation about basketball (not like she could hear much of it from the floor area anyway). "I see Jack found someone to be a guy with." There was no hints of jealousy when she spoke; she was just speaking out loud a clear observation.

"Maybe you can be a girl with Rosanna," Arcee jokingly suggested.

"Ew gross! Not with her." Miko groaned. She'd rather do her girl bonding with her host mom instead, bad idea by the way. Her eyes instantly wanders to Raf, messing about with a laptop in his lap. He was probably playing a game of sorts, but the Asian girl didn't care about that as she was more concerned to what happened to the popstar that was right next to him. "Speaking of, where did Pinky go?" It wasn't too long ago she had to use Raf's laptop.

"Excuse me, boys, comin' through!" The guys on the couch had to make room for Rosanna, being a bothersome divider between Jack and Eject.

"Quick, hide the remote," Eject warned, fearing Rosanna was going to change the game to something girly... like fashion.

"There's no need for that. I wasn't going to watch it anyway," the younger teen replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

What Rosy did that unsettled Jack was the fact she was laying her head on his left arm. "Um... you're leaning on me pretty close there.."

"Uh huh." Guess Rosanna isn't getting Jack's subtle message of 'Get off me, please'.

So he decided to take another route. "Are you tired? If so, there's a pillow right there that is much more comfortable than me," he persisted.

Rosanna giggles. "You're so funny! I have decided you're my boyfriend now."

Insert record scratch.

"Huh!?" The teen exclaimed while Rosanna clings onto his arm, claiming him without his consent.

"That's right!"

"Oh for the love of... Jazz! Rosanna is dating another species," Eject shouted, like a five year old tattling on his older sibling. Naturally, heads and helms turns towards the source of the outburst as eyes and optics were laid on the newly announced 'couple'.

"Ain't mah division. Wait until Blaster gets back." Jazz knows it's not his place to meddle in Rosanna's choices in her life. That and he didn't feel like dealing with it. The shades wearing man had his feet kicked back and everything as he certainly didn't want to get up from the comfortable position.

Arcee, however, being the guardian of Jack Darby, promising to protect him from all sources of evil, one would think she'll be the one to help. Nope. Not only because she doesn't know how to approach this, frankly, she felt like Jazz, doesn't want to be bothered with anything especially if that 'anything' is Rosanna. Now, if she was still a motorcycle, she could have offered an escape under the assumption of 'simply going out for a drive'.

Jack is going to suffer until Blaster gets back.

"Aww... Sorry Bee." Bulkhead was consoling the deflated scout when he realized his favorite idol found a new favorite…

"So anyway," Wheeljack continued, dismissing whatever that was. "The 'Cons had me pinned down, trapped like a caged turbo-fox, or so they thought, until I had launched my grenade in the already unstable hideout. You should have seen the look on their faces as the walls and ceilings started to come down. During the moment of panic I decided to hightail it out of there before I wound up like a scraplet underfoot."

"You couldn't have found a different distraction instead of blowing the place sky high while you were inside?" Reckless was practically Wheeljack's middle name, albeit it works out for him one way or another. With any luck, Smokescreen won't follow behind Wheeljack's footsteps too much.

Arcee scoffed, "Look who's talking," causing the rookie to turn his helm away in chagrin.

"You really aren't going to let me live that down..."

"Maybe, but where would the fun be in that?" The wrecker laughs. "I was going to do that anyway from the outside. It just proved to be more convenient at the time to do it from the inside."

"Ah would have liked the new alternative if ah wasn't almost buried alive in the process." The flat comment came from the laid back man, Jazz, barely lifting his head up to view the tall bot.

"What do you…" Wheeljack takes the time to piece 2 and 2 together. "Oh, no wonder you look familiar. Never thought I see you again."

"You know each other?" Bulkhead's eyes switched back and forth on the two.

Jazz shifted his lounging position against the steps. "Ah guess ya can say tha'. Thanks ta tha' wrecker over there, ah was nearly blown ta bits, twice in the same mission, even though ah was previously warned 'bout one explosion."

"I gave you a heads up."

"Tch. Two seconds before detonation."

"You didn't say anything about having a partner in the story." Miko mentioned. In her view, Jazz is as stylish as he is cool. And with him being a Special Ops, she assumes Wheeljack wouldn't have any type of problem with him.

Jazz scoffs almost instantly. "Partner? Puh-lease. Ah was forced ta work with bolts fo' brains over here."

"You weren't exactly the highlight of my day either." Wheeljack returns the sentiments.

"Why did you work together then?" inquired Bumblebee, confused as the rest.

"You see, there were times during the War for Cybertron when Special Ops had to assist Wreckers to ensure the more complex missions were a complete success. Or better yet, done their way." It isn't shocking why the Wrecker scowls at the end. Wheeljack doesn't like playing with others that bosses him around like a drone.

"In short, we had sparkling sitters on our backs because they didn't like the way Wreckers operated. Luckily I didn't get one, but from what I heard they were the worst..." Bulkhead stopped, awkwardly looking at Jazz's dull flash of his visor, sensing an unpleasant stare. "Uh, no offense?"

"Some taken."

Miko chimes in, "Why did Wheeljack get one and Bulkhead did not?"

"See, members of the Special Ops are only assigned ta certain Wreckers who have an unique tract history of mission success an' failures alike, mainly lookin' at how it came ta those results. Keeping the fact in mind tha' Wreckers do indeed operate outside the normal chain of command, there are still dos an' don'ts an' actions tha' are frowned upon." Example being leaving a teammate in a falling collapsing building. Jazz left that out. "Ultimately, mah superiors, along with some other higher ups in the war, came ta a conclusion if somethin' wasn't done with the recklessness of said Wreckers…"

"One day they will go overboard and jeopardize a critical mission?" Bumblebee hazards a guess.

"Couldn't have said it better mahself, mah bumbling friend," Jazz said. "Wheeljack had the record by far… No wait, ah take tha' back. Wheeljack was tied with Springer."

Miko faces back to second full Cybertronian in the room. "Hear that Wheeljack? There's someone who's just as reckless as you are."

"Hmph. Guess that means I have to try harder to out-wreck another Wrecker." If he's not dead then Wheeljack wins by default.

"Anyway. Heard tales 'bout him," A finger lazily points to Wheeljack, "from mah buddies an' they all either laughed or pitied me when ah was assigned ta tha' crazy mech." Jazz swore Primus was playing a cruel trick on him that day. "Good thin' ah'd made time ta pick out shrapnel from mah chassis afterwards."

"Just because I thought it was funny to see you run out of a collapsing building, how about I make it up by repairing that ship you've mentioned earlier?" That was going to be the closes thing to an apology from Wheeljack anyone will ever get.

Jazz would have considered it if it wasn't for one slight issue. "Ya shoulda offered meh tha' days ago, before Decepticon's TIC trashed it like nothin'. Might as well stick a few grenades in it an' watch the fireworks. Sounds 'bout right up your alley, doesn't it Wheeljack?" There was a short chuckle at the end.

Blue optics narrows down at the man with the dreads. "Listen here, don't make me look like some sort of pyromaniac."

Jazz shifted his position from lazing around to sitting up, reflecting those optics back. "Oh right, does the term 'pyromaniacal lunatic' fit ya better?" A visible grin on Jazz's face made Wheeljack believe he was being made fun of.

"So you have jokes, don't ya, shades? How about for laughs, I step on ya?" He was half seriously, half joking, depending of thy view.

To Jazz, this was a funny joke, jumping to his feet, "It'll be funny ta see ya try. I need the practice anyway." Resting will have to wait.

Those who are small and very fragile stepped away from feuding mech and man. Ratchet, having to overhear, only shook his helm and vents knowing full well Wheeljack wouldn't refuse a challenge. As long as nothing breaks and only minimal injuries occur, pretty much anything was allowed, within reason.

"Let's make this a little interestin'," Jazz started, tossing his head back to be able see the other's face. "If ya can grab meh in the next five minutes, ya can stuff meh inside a lobbin' ball an' throw it 'round for a whole week."

Sounds fair so far… "What if I don't?" Wheeljack raised an optic ridge.

Jazz placed a hand on his chin in thought. "Being the loser, ya will have ta drive meh an'/or Rosanna anywhere we want, whenever we want, anytime of the day, no questions asked, fo' 2 weeks."

Why does it feel as if this punishment is meant to cause tremendous suffering? "How come my penalty is longer?"

"Ya get ta cram me inta an inescapable ball of scrap, I'm putting mah life at risk here fo' your amusement. So we got a deal?"

Putting things into that perspective, how could he refuse? "Your funeral."

"An' one more thin', if ya fall on your face, it's an automatic loss. You're okay with tha', right?"

Thinking it was an joking addition to the terms, Wheeljack agrees to it having no second thoughts about it.

"Wheeljack vs. Jazz? This I gotta-" Smokescreen broke out in a small fit of coughs. "...see." He clears his throat afterwards, rubbing his slightly sore neck. Everyone else present in the room had the same idea, stopping what they were previously doing to become spectators.

"Ooh! I got a timer on my phone!" It took Miko less than a few seconds to find the app. "Okay, five minutes starts... Now!"

And so the game has commenced.

When the clock's hand moved, so did Wheeljack, charging towards Jazz and planning to swoop him right up in his servo, although he may need to come up with a back up plan. He did not account for the sly evasiveness that the skinny man had, dodging the big servo trying to mostly cause him harm if caught with short little taunts for close calls such as, "Whoops!", "Almost got meh there!", and "Too slow!". At this point it was hard to tell if Jazz was dodging or dancing.

And sure enough, Wheeljack became irritated to where he wants to step on the bug.

"At the three minute point!" Two minutes have past that quickly?

The balance towards victory shifts in Wheeljack's favor when he grabs Jazz's collar of his jacket and plucked him up like such when his back was turned. Sadly, momentary victory isn't the same as a full fledged one. Staying completely calm, Jazz pulled a smart move to unzip his jacket, having a soft landing on the floor. Standing a few feet away, the narrowly escaped man clicks his tongue. "So close, yet so far. I think you're slippin', man."

Wheeljack held the loose Jacket, soon clutching it. "What?! I fragging grabbed you!"

"On the contrary," he adjust the shades on his face, "tha' was mah jacket, which is not apart of meh, but ah do want tha' back soon."

"Nice shirt, by the way." Acree notices what was on the front of the black shirt. It was the Autobot symbol, completely visible after the removal of the jacket.

"Thanks. Ya see why ah had it covered when we met? It woulda gave meh away. And let meh tell ya- BAD idea ta wear a jacket out there!" Brazilian weather is pretty hot, as the three Autobots that were there experienced first hand.

"You couldn't just change the shirt?" Raf said as one eyebrow went up. Unless he didn't have a change of clothes… He stopped her brain from going any further after that.

"Ah like this shirt. An' ah do wash it!" Jazz reads the youngest member's mind.

"Two minutes," Miko, the time keeper, reminded, leaning forward in anticipation. "C'mon, Wheeljack! Show him that Wreckers aren't slackers!"

"Go Jazz, you got this in the bag," Rosanna cheered, even louder.

Okay, seeing how playing fair isn't going to work, Wheeljack unsheathes his katanas, gripping them both firmly. No way was he going to lose this.

"Wheeljack! The whole point of this was to catch him, not see how tiny you can dice him," Bulkhead reminded him while Jazz felt the same way, putting more effort to dodge slashing blades, some way too close for comfort.

"I'm not gonna slice him." Although, that's not a bad option either... " I plan on swatting him." Wheeljack with no sense of shame admits, "He'll be easier to grab then."

Jazz managed to distance himself from the crazy Wrecker. "Not cool, Wheeljack!" Being swatted like a fly was not on his agenda.

Bumblebee looks back at Smokescreen. "Won't he end up hurting Jazz if he gets him?"

"Then things could... be... bad all over for him if he does hit Jazz." Smokescreen coughed in between pauses.

A frown made its way onto the biker female's face. "Do you need any water, Smokescreen?" He has been coughing for a while.

"No thanks. Just got a little something in my throat, that's all." The white haired teen assures her, smiling to prove a point.

Back to the show, short breaths of panting indicates that Jazz was getting a little winded… This was perfect news for Wheeljack as the last minute ticks.

The telltale sounds of rushing pedes marks the incoming of the Wrecker. Although, Jazz only stayed in his spot helpless up until the last second he would have been plucked. Sliding to the side before Wheeljack could compute what occurred, he trips and falls- and here's the best part- flat on his face.

"Ya don't know how long ah've waited ta do tha'." The victor retracts the key to his success that was currently clamped down on his wrist. "Game. Set. An' match." About the same time Jazz made the slide, he used his grappling hooks as a trip wire, the end latching onto something from the opposite end while he pulled.

"Wheeljack fumbles at the touchdown line," chuckled Eject, believing from the start Jazz was going to win. Even the younger members snickers.

Wheeljack gets up as he rubs his faceplates, cursing in a silent stream under his breath. He is not going to be able to live this down. Ever.

"Sorry, buddy," Even Bulkhead knew this was a trap from the get-go. Trying to talk Wheeljack out of it would get him a laugh and also a, "Wreckers never turn down a challenge" kind of talk.

Smokescreen grins. "Grappling hook bracelets? Nice. Where can I get a pair?" Nothing beats the phase shifter, although grappling hooks bracelets have their uses too.

"Gotta love these babies." He kissed the metal rings on his wrist proudly. "Oh, hold on," Jazz lifts a finger to his ear, getting a call via comm. "'Kay mech, I'll tell 'em. Hey, Blaster's ready fo' tha' bridge." He says to Ratchet as it didn't take long to reopen the portal, rolling in on four wheels, everyone witnessed a orange jeep sliding in.

Once it was parked just a few feet out of the entrance of the groundbridge, the driver stuck his head out the car window.

"Sweet place ya got here." The hat wearing man whistled.

"Sweet ride," Miko replied.

"Thanks. Sorry fo' the wait, although if ah had some help moving some equipment..." His accusing gaze was set upon Jazz and Eject. He did not include Rosanna as heavy lifting wasn't one of her skills to begin with. "An' on top of asking meh ta do the impossible? Sheesh, when do ah get a break?"

"Got ya covered." Jazz has good news for his friend's troubles. "Wheeljack ever so nicely agreed ta be Rosy's chauffeur fo' the next 2 weeks."

No one who knows Rosy would willingly drive her around. "Ya made a bet with him, didn't you?" Blaster sees the dark-skinned man's famous wide grin.

"A bet at which he cheated at..." Wheeljack complained with glaring optics.

Bulkhead pats the palm of his large hand on the side of Wheeljack's pede. "Don't be like that, Jackie. You win some and then you lose some."

"Even though he played you from the start," snickers Eject, Rosanna giggled along side her minicon buddy.

"I don't doubt that he did. Uh, give meh a sec," Blaster's head disappears into the jeep, then completely into the oblivion. Before anybody could react, the whole vehicle begins to shift around until a full sized Cybertronian mech was formed. "Ah, much better..." Just like his alt mode, Blaster was scarlet red with few yellow markings. Despite how his bipedal mode represented a Grounder's frame, he does bear resemblance to a certain Decepticon mech…

"Woah, hold up. I thought you guys said he was human." Bulkhead eyes the newest members.

Jazz shrugs. "Ah don't recall saying tha'. Ah think ya got mixed up somewhere."

"Tha' rockin' Dj, Baxter, was nothin' more of a holoform," Blaster explained, silently chuckling from bewithered expressions around.

Bumblebee blinks, thinking back to Jazz's explanation earlier about the transformation. "But I thought you were caught up in the explosion like the rest of us."

The red mech shook his helm. "No, it only affect 'em. Believe it or not, ah was in a completely different place so ah wasn't caught inta whatever got 'em."

"Blaster sent Rosanna and I out to greet Jazz since he had to set up for another party that day." Eject came down from the T.V. area to the group on the floor level.

Rosanna followed after, dragging Jack down with her. "Do you know how much it would suck if one of us couldn't drive? It would have been a nightmare. We were stranded in the Amazon forest after all with no wheels."

Miko honestly had to resist adding a rude remark.

"Communications Officer Blaster, it's been some time." On one of the nearer catwalks, meeting optics with the proclaimed CO was the Autobot leader, standing firm and tall as much as someone his size can.

"Ya took the words outta mah voice box... Prime?" Blaster stepped forward, noticing the male's striking similarity to Optimus Prime. There was no mistake. "Can't believe mah optics... Ya'll making meh feel left out of the human club."

"Don't be." Ratchet mumbled. "In fact, consider yourself blessed." A part of him was glad there was someone he can communicate with on eye level besides Wheeljack, and he wasn't the ideal talking partner.

'Blessed' wasn't one of the words he would use, but Blaster did think himself lucky. "Hmm... Ah'll take your word fo' it."

"Jazz told us you've been on the planet for quite a while." Optimus continued.

"He ain't lying. Rosanna, Eject and ah got here way before Mr. Fashionably Late did. Ta tell the truth, we needed Jazz ta come if we wanted a chance ta find the famously mentioned refuge on Earth. Using the communications systems on his ship woulda been helpful, if it didn't, ya know, crash from outer space." Blaster's tone became flat at the end, as if he was blaming Jazz for everything.

Jazz made an unseeable roll of his eyes. "Not mah fault ah'd nearly died."

"'What doesn't kill ya makes ya stronger'. Ain't it what ya always be tellin' meh?" A hollow banging noise made everyone look around in wonder to figure out the origin of the noise. "Oh, whoops..." Blaster's chest plates slide away, reaching inside, he plucks out a techno-organic Vehicon gasping for air. "Your 'thanks fo' havin' us over' present nearly suffocated..."

Arcee, Smokescreen, and Bumblebee's eyes open wide, recognizing the drone from the camp. "You snatched up the Vehicon?"

"I thought we were joking."

"So did I..."

Blaster wished it was a joke, but no, he went through with the plan and got the guy. "Kidnappin' drones really ain't mah style, so everyone know, but yeah. An' don' worry, he's disarmed; ah didn' want the little present shootin' everythin'."

"How did you-" the Praxian takes another moment to cough, "take away his weapons?" Smokescreen could see the dangling Vehicon's arms still attached to his body, knocking out the idea of literal disarmament as a possibility to rid him of his weapons.

"Same way we could. Here, give meh your arm.. And you better not cough on me, man.." Jazz instructed as Smokescreen transformed his gun out. And with the matter of Jazz turning it like a complex rubix cube puzzle, turning it over here, shifting over there until.. click! The weapon came out easy. And with a few more adjustments, Jazz presents a fully working blaster. "There ya go."

"Woah! No way," Bringing his hand back out, Smokescreen takes what was originally his by the handle. "And my arm is really light now." The removal of the weapon lightened the weight of his arm by a considerable amount.

"We can do that?" Bulkhead stares at his own arm… How would it look if he took out his wrecking ball?

Miko instantly appeared next to the gun wielding teen in joy and excitement. "Smokescreen, take out the other one and me and you can see who can shot the most targets!"

"That sounds-"

"Completely irresponsible and dangerous!" Ratchet burst in, blocking Smokescreen from finishing his sentence. Nothing could be more dangerous than Miko with a battle grade weapon in her reckless hands. The very thought scared him.

"I was going to say fun." Smokescreen spotted a waving wrench in the medic's hold. He gave a short cough which may have been expressed as a change of mind. "And irresponsible and dangerous... Sorry, Miko. Maybe next time." Looks like the teen does have some sense in him.

"What if someone responsible," She steps next to Bulkhead, "watches me?" More than likely, Bulkhead would agree with Ratchet on this, not that he would say it out loud in front of Miko.

"The answer is still no," Ratchet restated.

"No fair... Couldn't go to a party... Can't use a gun.." Mumbling, the Asian gave up.

Blaster slipped a chuckle at the scene. "Now, is there a place to put him? Ah mean, it's not like he's gonna run out fo' help." Add insult to injury for a drone who can't flee on bad ankle. Damn it to the Pit, Knock Out.

"How'd you get him," inquired young Rafael; he'd heard the campsite was crowded which means witnesses.

"Wasn't easy, ah can tell ya tha' much. Had ta inconspicuously drag him off from all his lady friends under the pretense of being his buddy." All he had to do to make sure Dave wouldn't scream for help or anything was subtly threat him. "This would have been easier ta plan if ah wasn't given the task last minute while everyone bailed out on me."

"Calm down, Blaster," Eject started, looking up at the boss. "It couldn't have been that bad."

"Yeah. We didn't want to cramp your style, and we all had faith you could do it without our help." Smiled Rosanna, making Blaster sound like he was the best at everything.

The flattering did not work on the grounder this time. "Until ya successfully drag a person from an area full of witnesses undetected, ya can't talk."

"Well, ya see the thin' 'bout bein' in Special Ops…" Jazz tried, until the frequent coughs from Smokescreen stopped him. "Mech, go get yourself some goddamned water…" Nothing is more annoying than being interrupted by someone elses coughs. To him, it was a sign of disrespect unless there is something seriously wrong, and Smokescreen has been doing that nonstop since they arrived at the base. He sees the offender quickly dismissing himself from the group to the kitchen.

Bumblebee watches his fellow Praxian leave the room. "That was mean…" The other Autobots agreed. Even Dave, who is nothing more than a bystander at this point, got a quick flash of Megatron in his mind.

"Ah didn' mean ta be harsh there, but ah really hate it when people keep coughin' like tha'. Ah'll apologize ta him later an' let the kid know ah have nothin' against him," Jazz sighs, frustrating by losing his train of thought. "... What was ah sayin' earlier?"

"Something about Special Ops," Eject reminds him.

"Right. So, bein' in the Special Ops, we are trained to carry out special tasks." Jazz completed his sentence.

"Don't give meh any 'Special Ops' scrap. As if ya were trained ta kidnap enemy force..." Actually, can Blaster retract his last statement?

"You're right; it is top secret."

"What were you trained for?" Having secrets beckons Miko to ask.

"Classified information."

"Okay… Can you tell me what was training like?"

"Classified information."

"... What isn't classified information?"

"Classified information."

Jack senses a pattern here. Miko might as well give up all attempts. "You like saying that don't you?"

"Classif- Ah mean, yes. Best part of the gig!" Everyone briefly blankly stares at Jazz, unable to find the amusement of saying the two words over and over.

"Anyhow," Blaster reaffirms his grip on the collar of Dave's trenchcoat. " Jazz did suggest tha' a Decepticon prisoner, even a Vehicon, could prove useful to ya'll."

"Maybe we can find more Energon mines." Arcee suggested this. There supply of Energon is at a fair amount, but a restock would be advised.

"Or maybe the location of Megatron's ship if the need ever comes. Both very valuable intel," Ratchet said, standing at the catwalk that held Optimus.

Optimus nods in agreement. Although he wasn't exactly too keen of holding Vehicons hostage, it would benefit the team. "We have a holding cell he can be confined in for the meantime."

Bulkhead was chosen to take the marooned vehicon to his prison, saying if he tried anything funny, he'll break his ankle, earning a visible cringe from the Vehicon man.

Blaster's blue optics landed on the Prime once more. "Ah would love ta stay an' talk more, really, but the day has been long an' ah'm beat like drums after a drum solo."

"It has been a long day for all of us. You are welcome to stay here and rest," offered the generous Prime.

"Thanks fo' the offer, but we still have another night at the hotel," Blaster politely denied. "We can catch up 'bout everythin' an' talk 'bout important matters tomorrow if that's alright." Shifting his gaze off Optimus, he added, "an' Rosy, let go of the boy; he's not comin' with us."

Rosanna pokes out her bottom lip, "But Jack here is my boyfriend." She tightened her hold on Jack's arm.

"He is not your boyfriend." Even Blaster knew Jack was being held against his will by the 'help me' expression written all over his face.

"Why not? He's a boy, and I like him, so he's my friend, hence my boyfriend."

"How many times do we have ta go through this? Ya can't call every boy ya like your boyfriend. I keep tellin' ya, it's not right." Neither is her line of reasoning.

Following Rosanna's unusual steps of logic, a concerning question came to mind. "How come Rosanna hasn't called me her boyfriend?" Out of all the other problems, Bumblebee picked that one to ask about out loud.

"I guess she doesn't like you." Ask and you shall get your answer in the bluntest way possible if you asked Eject.

That had to hurt.


And that's a wrap! Would have updated a lot sooner, although there was a problem with the beta readers and stuff. So… Yeah. Maybe I should get a beta reader on this site… From what my friends have told me, I'm terrible at keeping everything in one tense. XD

I think I might post another author chapter soon... so if anyone has any questions or concerns or maybe even ideas, just pm me or post whatever y'all have to say.

Just for clarification, I based Blaster's alt mode on an 2014 Jeep Grand Cherokee. In my opinion, it's a really nice car.

Yikes… I just noticed this story has been going on for almost over a year and I don't even think I'm halfway done yet! As you probably assume, school started again which mean a little less time to write chapters (I actually have to TRY to pass this year). But I will spend whatever free time I have writing this beautiful story.

Next chapter, I can promise you... Nah, just because I'm going to look forward to everyone's reactions, I won't even say what it's going to be about. :3

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