To Emily p: *cries tears of happiness* No, thank you Emily for this amazing gift.

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Today, William Fowler wasn't in the brightest of moods.

He had to report, on a short term notice, a crashed alien ship in the South American continent. Thankfully, from what he heard, the task was successful without much suspicion. However, as expected, General Bryce wants a rundown of yesterday's events three days ago.

His chopper descended on the roof of the base, gets out, and takes the elevator down. Looking tired did not look well on the former US army ranger. He tried to have coffee to liven himself up this morning, but the ending of that action switch his mind around; besides he's only tired for a short amount of time anyway.

The proximity sensors alerts the agent's arrival.

Rosanna pressed the ears of her headphones close to the side of her head in patent distress until the sounds of the harsh siren went away.

"You alright, Rosy?" Blaster asked to the minicon.

"Yeah… Aw darn!" Rosanna picks up the cracked pocket mirror. She dropped it when the proximity sensors went off. "It broke… Good thing I brought another one today~." Rosanna took advantage of her driving privilege with Wheeljack, making him drive her to the mall. When the Wrecker came back, his interior smelled of perfume as he headed straight to Jackhammer to "cleanse himself of this feminine odor" by doing something mechly such as doing tune-ups on his ship.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a loud voice shouted, "Prime!"

"Is it just me, or does Agent Fowler has his star spangled banners in a tighter twist today?" Miko whispered to her human compadres as the man himself got out of the elevator and onto the catwalks as if the Prime himself would immediately see him eyes-to-eyes. Instead, some shades wearing man jumped in front of him.

"Yo, my brotha from anotha. Give me some from downtown." Jazz greeted Fowler with a curled fist, and custom dictates that the other must bump said fist with his own.

"To all around." Fowler finished as if knew Jazz. Which he didn't, and brought him to his next question: "Do I know you?"

"Ah doubt it. Ah just crashed here on Earth a few days ago."

"Literally? You mean it was your ship that crashed?" And here Fowler was, about to spat at Blaster under the assumption that he was the driver for being the only new robot around the base. "Do you know how hard it was to remove you ship in a place populated like Brazil? I would have a better time reciting the Constitution word by word!"

Jazz raised his hands in defense. "Hey man, cut meh some slack. Ah only had so much control over tha' thing."

"So, this is an act of you being a reckless driver?" From what he remembered when Smokescreen and Wheeljack arrived, both ending with falling ships and explosions right after (and if we want to add Airachnid's arrival, the list grew by one more). "Just how many more of your people will fall out the sky like hail?" Somewhere between liaison's entrance and now, Blaster had shortened the Autobots Leader's trip onto the catwalk by evaluating him up by the servo, where now Optimus is being questioned by Fowler.

"If we don't fall out the sky, how else are we suppose to get here? Float?" Rosanna stares into her mirror, preening herself up like a fancy bird.

"Rosanna, play nice." Blaster gave a small sigh, however, not annoyed. "Sorry 'bout that. But what Jazz meant was his ship was already in bad condition. He couldn't have done nothing more than ta steer it an' pray."

"It could've been a helluva lot worse; Brazil is buzzing with humans, an' ah crashed in one the few places barely any of 'em go." Jazz reasoned, preferring that he crash in a human-free zone.

"For that, we must be thankful there weren't any casualties, human or Autobot." Optimus reminded.

"Another question: Why is it those two don't look like him?"

"Medical unit."

"Right…" Fowler should have seen the answer a mile away. "Any way, I was informed the Decepticons were there to?"

"By accident. We had a hunch tha' they would show their faces after the Autobots came." Blaster says, "And sure enough the Con's were covered in trouble."

"Did you engage them in a fight?"

"If you want ta count a dance battle as a fight, then ah think the answer is yes." Jazz answers, attracting Miko to the group when she heard 'dance battle' and 'fight' in the same sentence.

"A dance battle?!" Miko cuts in the conversation. "What dance battle? Who danced the battle?"

"Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Arcee, and Jazz." Raf answered, sitting on the lower steps of the platform which stationed the terminals.

"Wait, how did you know this!?"

"Rosanna told me to keep it a secret while she was using my laptop to upload the video online…" And now that's the cat's out of the bag, the pink female has to explain her actions.

"It was going to be a surprise. It's only been a day and you guys are already viral." Rosy past a look to the twelve year old. "Show 'em Raf. They gotta see it."

It is always something new everyday with the 'Bots. Dance battles were never on the list in Fowler's mind. "Did you know about this?" He asked Optimus.

"Briefly." When Optimus was told about Arcee, Bumblebee, and Smokescreen entering a competition, he questioned the reason for it. "Their purpose for entering was to obtain an assumedly crucial object."

"I was only able to tape the last part of competition," Rosanna frowned slightly as she was busy for most of the day. "although, it was the best part of the competition!" Everyone gathered around Raf's laptop as the video played.

"What in Abraham Lincoln's top hat?" This video better not somehow wind up to Fowler's superiors or he will have to answer a few questions. "You know the whole 'maintaining a low profile' thing? That's not maintaining a low profile."

"Why are you worried about it? It's not like we're watching a robot dance off between the Autobots and Decepticons; they are humans out there." Jack rationalized. "It's not a big deal."

"Need I remind that my superiors still don't know about their transformation? Lucky for us, General Bryce hasn't requested for confrontation with the Autobots."

"And how long would that be before he does?" Miko raised a valid point. "These guys have been like this for like what again? Actually, better question: Who won the dance off that I wasn't invited to?"

"The 'Cons." Blaster shocked a few by the outcome of the competition.

"That has to be total BS." Miko denied, turning away from Blaster and back to the video. "I mean look; Arcee is killing it out there!"

"Yeah! Where did you learn to dance like that, 'Cee?"

Arcee shrugged. "I've watched a few dance parties."

"Whose dance moves have you watched?"

"Just anyone's in general." Arcee smiled. "I thought about doing the robot, but Bumblebee already took that opportunity the moment he saw it."

"Bumblebee did the robot?" Raf chuckles at the idea of Bumblebee performing the robot at a dance competition.

There was a laugh from Jazz himself. "Tha' scout has the moves, man."

"Entering on the stage is our last an' final dancer, representin' for his team, Soundwave! Show us what ya got."

Jacks eyes widen twice their original size. "Soundwave beat you guys? Soundwave?"

"Woah." Miko's jaw dropped. "I take what I said earlier back. Soundwave look like he should be on 'So you think you can dance'. He even time the coat thing right!"

"My brotha got some moves, don't he?" Blaster chuckles, being proud of the dancing machine known as his brother.

"So I'm not crazy; I knew you looked like someone!"

"Don't speak too soon, the results of your brain scan hasn't come in yet."

Raf chuckled with Jack until Miko punched the older teen's arm. "Real funny. So, you two are really brothers?"

"You bet. No mistake at the hospital."

"And you're an Autobot and Soundwave's not… Man, that must really suck." Blantaly spoken Miko.

"No use cryin' 'bout it now," Blaster simply states, giving no more than an 'oh well' shrug. "Soundwave made his choice as ah made mine. But he's not a bad lil brother, contrary to popular belief." So soundwave is the little brother? Raf could relate to the feeling.

"Right, because nothing screams 'not so bad' like nearly being chopped to bits with an axe. Is that how he greets people?" Miko ignores the fact that she did handed over the spymaster a dangerous, primitive tool by accident.

An axe? Soundwave caused a lot more trouble here than Blaster thought. "No, but he does give off a similar impression when he used to glare at me."

"Soundwave have eyes?!" It was like the biggest question in the universe has became answered.

"Yes, he has optics, two of them in fact. And- wait for it- a mouth!" Blaster says as if this news were as Earth-shattering. "Did you seriously think he didn't have a face just because he covers it up?"

Well it was either that assumption or he simply hid his face because something tragic happened to it.

"If you know so much about him, tell us more~!" Miko leaned forward in anticipation. "What does his face look like? Did he used to get in trouble as a kid? Was Soundwave one of those anti-social people or did his just dislike people in general?" The rest of the human kids were just as eager to learn more.

"Ah think ah already said too much. If anythin' else slips out of mah voicebox, ah'm gonna lose it." Blaster was free to use the saying in Bumblebee's absence.

"You can't stop now, so spill! I want to know everything!"

While Miko with the backup of Raf and Jack persists Blaster to loosen his lips about the spy master, Fowler carries on the discussion right after the intermission. "So, what was the outcome of this whole 'dance battle' besides the lost?"

"Well, beside the lost, Master Blaster brought home a Decepticon prisoner." Jazz answered.

Fowler blinks, taken back from the unexpected reply. "You guys have a bonafide Decepticon? Here?"

"We currently have detained a vehicon soldier," The Prime tells Fowler, "one that had transformed into the state we are in."

"One of the cannon fodder?" Fowler kinda had his hopes up that the 'Con in question was someone more... important.

"The Decepticons did leave him out. I almost felt bad having to separate him from his lady friends." Blaster admitted, actually feeling for the Vehicon.

"Lady friends?" A Decepticon trooper hanging out with Brazilian ladies… He has to be one lucky man. "Have you interrogated it?"

Optimus shook his head. "With no results. He is unwilling to talk as of now. However, since we aren't in dire need of any information, he remains in the cell hold."

Fowler gave a low hum, something he would do before proposing an idea. "May I suggest beating the information outta him? Maybe he'll talk better with a little persuasion."

"With due respect, Agent Fowler, I do not condone violence as an interrogation method."

The Special Agent knew better than to suggest the proposal to Prime since it goes against the Autobot's motto so to speak. "And yet, the 'Cons had no trouble jabbing me with an electrical prod." He grumbles.

Jazz rubs the bottom of his eyes without disrupting the position of his shades.

"Hey Jazz?"

"Hmm?" He grunts, not paying much mind on Miko, which little did he know, was a mistake.

"Yoink!" Miko's hand is now holding one of Jazz's most prized possession. Jazz didn't act quick enough to stop the attack nor saw it coming to prevent it.

"Mah shades! Ah can't be seen without mah shades!" One hand shielding his eyes, Jazz gave his theatrical performance. "Ah'm slowly becoming weak… powers being drained… need the stylish power of awesomeness and coolness from mah shades ta live." On the ground, Jazz sprawled out in his 'dying' position.

Miko was holding the shades as if a mysterious power was flowing through them. "Woah! I should have known you got your powers it!" Wondering if the tales were true, Miko slides the shades on her face. "Is it working? I don't feel any different… Just a weird feeling in my eyes- shimatta, how do you see through these?"

Jazz would have died if those shades were essential to his survival.

Jack had to grin at Miko's new attire. "They look great on you, Miko. Plan on keeping it?" More than likely, those shades had already became a part of Miko's eccentric fashion taste.

"Over mah rusted chassis. Ah need those see, ya know." Jazz sat up after his brilliant performance got him nothing except a bunch of blank stares and shaking heads.

"Then open your eyes." Miko assumed the only purpose of wearing the blue shades was just to hide the identity of his eyes like some sort of flashy ninja.

However, Ratchet disproves of Miko's theory. "Miko. He requires the use of those lenses to see. Like Raf does."

Miko removed the shades from her face. "He does?"

"Yeah… Ah got sight issues." Jazz, without needing to see where Miko was at, held out his hand, opened and expectant.

"So these are your glasses." Miko hands them back. "Sorry, Jazz."

The dark skinned dancer slides 'the source of all his powers' back onto their rightful position on his face. "No biggie. But if ya do it again, Ah'll have ta tie ya up there to one of those rafters."

"It's not my fault that you were too slow to stop me, Mr. Classified Information."

"She does have a point." Rosanna agrees with Miko, which was intend strange. "You need to catch up to the beat, Jazz."

"Does that mean Rosanna's blind too?" Raf asked. Rosanna did wear a strikingly similar types of frames upon her face, hiding her eyes from plain view.

"Nah. It's a fashion thing she stole from me."

"Pfft. Yeah, right. No one stole anything from you. Don't be hatin' 'cause I wear these better than you do." On the topic of stealing eyewear, Rosanna seems like the girl who would have more than one pair of shades of which Miko can simply 'borrow'.

"I find it strange the healing device made it possible for Bumblebee to speak again, but it didn't give you the ability to see clearly without the use of your lenses." Pondering about this conundrum, Ratchet thought out loud.

"It can't fix blindness. Tha' health unit ain't living up to it's name." Jazz grunts. "The thing's more flawed than Starscream's leadership skills."

Were there a hint of resent in his tone? For that, Fowler couldn't help but to feel a little sorry for Jazz. "Any luck on recovering it?"

"Agent Fowler, the device seemed to have split up into other fractions, how many, I'm not certain."Ratchet started the explanation, holding up the recently obtained fraction of said device. "Wheeljack recovered one of them, and it's only reasonable that the other parts need to be recovered to make it possible for the others to return to their original forms."

"And the rest of the pieces' location are unknown?"

"Unforchantly. Although, I do believe we can locate the rest more efficiently. This gave off a signal somehow, for that is how we found it in the first place. I conclude each of the missing parts have some sort of way to tracking them…"

"Basically, you are planning to use it's transponder as a tracking device to locate the rest." Raf translated.

"If I can manage that much." Then Ratchet mumbled something along the lines of "Blasted Wheeljack…"

Agent Fowler made a face. "Any estimate for how long that could take?"

"I can't provide an exact amount of time. Although, creating such a device to allow us to locate the other missing pieces, a feat isn't hard to accomplish on its own; putting the remaining pieces back together... is another story." Ratchet unwilling admitted, possibly a strain of doubt about reconstructing the device to work properly.

"For the meantime, perhaps it's best to ponder the idea of explaining our situation to your superior, Agent Fowler." Optimus suggested to the liaison. It's not like there's much to debate about it.

The temerials beep, signaling an incoming transition. "Ah got it," Blaster beats Ratchet to the terminals. "Welcome to Autobot Outpost Omega One, this is Blaster speaking, may ah take your order?"

:: We would like have one order of groundbridge please. :: Bulkhead, being familiar with the 'order' game replied.

"One groundbridge coming right up, will tha' be all for the day?"

:: Yeah, that'll be 'bout it. ::

Miko perked up, hearing the groundbridge roar to life. When she saw Bulkhead in view, she of course would be the first to greet her favorite Wrecker (besides Wheeljack). "Yo, Bulk! Find anything interesting on patrol?"

To the Asian girl's disappointment, Bulkhead shook his head. "Same old same old. No energon or Decepticons."

"But we did bring back cinnamon buns!" Bumblebee holds up the pastry bags into view. "Enough for all of us."

"Aw, sweet!" Raf smile took up most of the space on his face.

"I'll say! Where did you guys get them?" Miko jumps up, sprinting down the stars.

"There's a pastry shop near the town we were patrolling by. Bumblebee's nose sniffed it out." Bulkhead chuckles, looking at the scout who had no ounce of shame in his grin.

"They gave Bulk and I a free sample, and they were so yummy that I just had to get some more!" Kids and their sweet tooth, and Bumblebee was no different.

Cinnamon buns were passed all around to each human and bot-turn-human. Even to Fowler he was given a pastry which he wasn't expecting. "Oh, don't mind if I do."

"Got you one too, Optimus."

The brown haired man accepts the pastry from Bumblebee. "Thank you." The Autobots' leader took a bite out of the sweet bread, silently admitting it were indeed delicious.

"Mmm." The smooth dancer hummed in delight, "These are some sweet, sweet buns. So round an' fluffy."

Hiding a smirk, Miko then asked, "So, you like those big buns, huh?" to Jazz.

"Those are the best type of buns."

The human children burst out laughing, and so did Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Rosanna and Blaster. The more mature others rolled their eyes, minus Optimus who was just as confused as Jazz and Ratchet. What was the joke?

Nonetheless, it's truly a miracle no one choked on their cinnamon buns.

"Miko, you're terrible!"

"He said it, not me!"

"What did I say?" He only said he liked big buns, what's wrong with agreeing to that?

"Jazz, just promise meh tha' you will never say tha' again." On Jazz's face alone, Blaster knew just how confused his friend was. "I'll fill you in later."

Jazz stares at Blaster for a little while, then his head drops back down to his cinnamon bun. "Man, I suddenly don't wanna eat this anymore…" Though, it is too good not to finish.

"I can't believe Eject missed that!"

Bumblebee looks around the main room. Clearly a few people are missing from this scene. "Where's Eject at? I got him one too."

"In the back," Arcee begins, "He was enthused at the idea of working on Jackhammer with Wheeljack."

"Okay, then where's Smokescreen?" Everyone paused, taking a double take of the room, then back at each other.

"That's…" The former motorcycle femme started, "A very good question." Where is Smokescreen? Even though he doesn't have patrol duty today, he's never the one to lounge around. "I don't think I saw him today either."

"Maybe he's still in his room after his feelings were hurt yesterday." Miko spoke, finishing up the cinnamon bun.

Jazz frowns. "Ah did not hurt his feelings."

"I didn't say you did. Is that guilt I hear?"

"Smokescreen's a tough bot anyway. I'll go check on the kid." Bulkhead walks out of the main room, entering the hallways where Smokescreen's room were. Chances are, the rookie is still sleeping like a sparkling. Even though that thought itself is far fetched for a hyperactive kid like Smokescreen, it's the only plausible idea.

When Bulkhead came back in without Smokescreen, there were a few muddled expressions. "Where's Smokescreen? Did you decide not to wake him up?"

"He's awake, but he's not looking so good."

Ratchet turns around. "Explain."

"He's coughing a lot worse than last time, there's fluids running from his nose, and he's too weak to stand up on his own."

Bumblebee gasped. "He's not dying, is he?!"

"No, no, he is not dying, Bumblebee. Based off these symptoms, it sounds like Smokescreen is having what humans refer to as the flu."

"Then, technically, he is dying." Jack commented, personally knowing what it's like having the flu.

Ratchet then questions the former Wrecker. "You haven't made any direct contact with him, have you?"

"No."

"Good. If Smokescreen does have the flu, the last thing we need is for it to spread and infect everyone else."

"What you're saying is that we're vulnerable to human sickness?" Arcee confirms as Ratchet nods.

Rosanna shudders. "Gross! I don't want to have human germs!"

"I'm no expert when it comes to human illness. This may lie more in June's field than mine."

At the mention of June, Agent Fowler straightens his coffee-stained tie.

"I'll get her on the phone." Just when Jack whips out his cell phone, Jazz decides to whip out the room.

Blaster sees him. "Hey, man, where ya going?"

"Finding Wheeljack an' rollin' outta here fo' a bit."

"Germaphobe."

"Am not."

Miko over exaggerated a cough. "I think I have something in my throat."

Nice try, but Jazz isn't falling for the fake cough act, regardless of him taking further steps away in the opposite direction of Miko. "Might be that… pastry caught in your throat."

Ratchet steps out of the room to go on ahead to examine the sick teen in bed. Everyone still retained their same quarters after the transformation, the only difference was making their rooms accessible in their new states.

Ratchet knocks on the door. "Smokescreen?" He hears a groan. "I'm coming in now."

Laying on a mattress placed over the harden berth and buried under more blankets than usual, Smokescreen's pale face covered in cold sweats. "This is ten times worse than catching a virus…" Ratchet noticed his coughs are more intense than yesterday.

"Smokescreen, don't try to force yourself up," The medic told Smokescreen to lay back down after he tried to sit up. He kneels next to the berth, running a quick scan of the male. Primus, high body temperature, terrible coughing, sore throat… "if you were feeling ill, why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought…. a little time in bed would... make me feel better." The teen coughs.

"I knew I should have given you an examination yesterday," Ratchet shook his helm. "No matter now. June would provide better medical attention than I would in this case."

"Ugh… How long will I be like this, doc?"

"The flu typically last for a good amount of time, weeks at most." Ratchet frowns when Smokescreen groaned again, this one being as exaggerated as Jazz's earlier performance. And then another fit of coughs. "In your condition, I'd advise there will be no missions for you until you are feeling well enough to do so. June would agree to this as well."

"But I gotta be out there, Ratchet." Inside a raspy voice, there was a barely audible whine. "Who else is going to help kick 'Con butt out there?"

"What you need to focus on is getting your rest. Don't even think about leaving this berth or I won't hesitate to put a dent in that thick skull of yours."

"That could hurt and possible knock me out..."

"Being unconscious until your sickness is gone doesn't sound like a bad option either."

Moments later, a car pulled up into the base and parks in a vacant area. The Darby nurse steps out of the car, still in her work clothes. Thankfully, she was on break when Jack called. "I came as soon as I got the call."

Optimus steps forward. "Thank you, Ms. Darby. One of our own, Smokescreen, has fallen ill. We come to you for medical assistance."

"No problem. Um Optimus? You got a little leftover snack on your face there." June chuckles at the Prime's dumbfounded face- even showing slight confusion was a rare sight to see, hence so funny.

Oh, how embarrassing for a Prime to have crumbs on his face like a child. That would have been a picture perfect moment. Coming to the rescue, June had a napkin that she didn't mind letting Optimus use.

"Nice going, sir." Blaster lightly jokes.

How did June missed Blaster upon arrival? "Oh. I don't think I've meet you before." June said after she looks up to DJ mech.

"Nope. We just arrived here. Name's Blaster. Pleasure ta meet ya."

"And I'm Eject," The minicon-human waves, "or EJ for short."

"And over there with the headphones, pretending she can't hear anybody, is Rosanna."

"I was going to say 'hi', you didn't give me a chance." Rosanna defends with a huff.

"An' ya just missed Jazz, but ah'm sure you can meet him later when he comes back."

"June Darby." June introduces herself. "And where's the patient?"

"I'll show you there." Fowler volunteers perhaps a tad bit too eagerly. "I know Smokescreen is dying to see you."

"You might want to rephrase that, Agent Fowler…" Jack eyes Bumblebee who looks like he's in more distress than before when he believed Smokescreen was going to die from the flu.

By the time Fowler and June enters the room, Smokescreen is barely surviving with Ratchet next to him. "I'll take it from here, William. Thank you."

"June, help," the pleads of Smokescreen were weak, "Ratchet is mad with power and he's threatening my life."

"Then that means Ratchet and the flu have something in common." June went up Smokescreen, surgical mask on face and gloves on hands. The mask hid her frown when she saw a half eaten cinnamon bun on the stand next to the sick teen. "Whose idea was it to give a cinnamon bun to Smokescreen? He can't have none of that sugar in his body."

"But… it taste so good... " Smokescreen says regardless of the fact that the cinnamon bun is not settling well in his stomach.

"If you want to get better, you have to eat better." The nurse tells him before looking up at the other medic. "How long has he been like this?"

"It was only yesterday I noticed the coughing. Other than that, not very long." Ratchet hears Smokescreen cough again while he replies.

June begins examining Smokescreen herself. "I know a flu when I see one, and Smokescreen has a bad case of it. He hasn't thrown up or anything, has he?"

Smokescreen's face turns an odd shade of green…

Good thing Ratchet thought ahead and brought in a trash bucket in case of purging. June held it for Smokescreen. The sounds of retching weren't very pleasant as the contents of his stomach is now in that bucket.

"Ugh…" Smokescreen groans. He groaned again when he saw what he had purged.

"It'll be best if Smokescreen remains under my watch for a while," June sets the bucket aside, but close in case of an emergency. "I can take care of him best from my house since it's more convenient. I'll have to take some time off of work until he's better."

"I don't wanna stay in bed…"

"It's for your own good, young man," The nurse scolds the sick Smokescreen. "And I better not catch you getting up either."

Ratchet has no reason to deny June of her decision and Optimus would understand the situation. "Thank you for taking time off of your busy schedule to help us." Albeit it did hurt Ratchet's pride as a medic not being able to tend to Smokescreen very well, as long as he's healthy at the end is all that matters.

"I wouldn't be worth my salt as a nurse if I couldn't help my patients now, would I?" June light smile was hidden by the mask. "Can you help Smokescreen to my car?"

When both of the medical personal return back to the main room, the occupants of the room first sees the CMO with the missing Rookie, hugging his blanket in a much larger servo, sniffling and coughing like a sick child.

Blaster looks over in Ratchet's servo. "Woah… Kid's as pale as a sheet. Is he gonna make it?"

"I have no doubts with June's competence to care for Smokescreen."

"Neither do I, old friend."

"Aww… feel better soon, Smokey~!" Called out Rosanna as she refuses to get any closer to Smokescreen to say her farewells to him. The rest of the team (those who were techno-organic and human) shared the same sentiments, wishing Smokescreen a rapid recovery while Ratchet places the teen in the back of June's car.

"I'll be back... on my feet in no time..." The warm, leathery seats are beckoning his heavy eyes to shut. "I think I'm gonna sleep here…" And white-haired boy is out for the count. It's going to be something trying to get him out now. Nonetheless, June straps Smokescreen's seatbelt in.

"Do you need help, mom?" June turns around to see her son, Jack.

"I got it, Jack. I can't risk letting you get sick too." Which is why she was a little hesitate to give Jack a big goodbye hug.

"Be careful not to catch anything yourself, June."

"No need to tell me twice." Afterwards, the Darby nurse enters her car, and with the window rolled down, she says

"One more thing, Mrs. Darby. Since Smokescreen's biology is different from a normal humans, if there's any problems, the comm line is open." Ratchet had received a nod of confirmation.

Arcee frowns, watching the car drive out of the HQ with it's sick passenger. "I hope we don't get sick either…" Seeing how a flu could bring down someone that easily, it brought back bad memories of the Cybonic Plague.

"An outbreak of the flu in the base would be catastrophic… I'll have to run a quick scan of everyone to make sure no one else has the sickness. I don't know where the Smokescreen caught the flu from, but let us wish that he'll be the only case."

"Dude, this would be a perfect opportunity." Pulling Jack to the side without drawing so much as a suspicious glance, the other Autobots paranoid of having the flu (Bulkhead freaked when he felt a tickle in his throat and coughed), Miko's grin half made Jack believe she had planned this one way or another. "Your mom will be too busy tending to Smokescreen. Party at Vince's here we come."

The buzz around the social media sites is that the famous school bully, Vince, is throwing a house party while his parents are gone for vacation.

Jack is opposed to going. Social gatherings weren't really his thing, and this is Vince's house they are talking about. "Miko, I still think this a bad idea."

"Don't chicken out on me here, Jack."

"Then why aren't you making Raf go too? Why me?"

"This is a teenager party. 'sides, Raf wouldn't give in, claiming that he had 'homework' to do." Jack assumed Miko missed the memo about winter break homework. Though Jack had his mind set on not going, Miko had an ace up her sleeve that she promised not to bring out unless it were a last resort. "I heard that Sierra and her friends are going to be there tonight."

It's really sad if that's all she had to say to change the teen's mind. "On the other hand, being social wouldn't kill me."

"Glad to have you on board, Captain," Miko then paused, hearing nearing footsteps that belong to her. "And here she comes."

Rosanna smiles, "Hey, whatcha guys talking about over here?" she asked in a curiously annoying tone.

Miko had no intention of letting Miss Pink in on the fun. "Nothing."

"Yeah, nothing here.." Jack followed up. The asian would give him a death glare if he didn't confirm to their 'nothingness'.

"You're not going to prepare for the party? Isn't it tonight?" And the plan falls apart.

"Keep your voice down!" Demanded other teenaged girl, despite having the louder voice.

"And how did you know about it?" The Darby kid question, although, he should have expected for Rosanna to not answer his question.

"So there is one." She hums in delight. "I want in on it."

"As if we're going to let you come." Miko spats rather rudely. "This party would just seem 'boring' to you compared to the other parties you've been in."

"But I've never went to a teenager party." Rosanna pouts. "I want to have the experience of being at one."

"Not my problem."

"Oh. Well, that's disappointing… But it that's your choice, so be it. If anyone ask where you two went, I'll surely tell them you and Jack are having a great time at a party." Jack and Miko caught the underlying message: "Take me with you, or I'll spill." Classic blackmail.

"You…" There are many words on the tip of Miko's tongue, none of which came out at the risk of Rosy spilling the beans to the others. To give a hint about one of these words, it rhymes with 'glitch'; maybe two words.

A smile which marks satisfaction spread across Rosanna's face, wrapping an arm around her 'best buds'. "So, what time does it start?"


Am I making the story go too fast? Should I add more moments of the bots acting 'human'? Just leave your response in the box.

Okay, so I think I'm gonna take a tiny, tiny hiatus just to revise some of these chapters, so if my story is updating frequently, it probably just mean there's not a new chapter, but just revisions.

Although, I would feel bad for making you guys wait to see what is happening to Laserbeak right now and the state the 'Cons are in… Maybe I'll be nice to update the new chapter before I go back and revise… I dunno. These past mistakes are hurting me so much. *Slightly a perfectionist*

And I swear, the next chapter should be "SHORTER", hence, will take less than 3 months to update. Nobody quote me on that. (IsgoingtobeburiedinIBprojectsandhomeworkuntilsummerandeventhenMOREprojects).

Poor Smokey… He's sick… It's weird, I barely remember being sick like that.

And by the by, I am a child, and I love doing bun jokes and puns, and puns about buns because they are half-baked. *rimshot*

See ya'll whenever! Leave a comment, post a review, follow me on instagram even though I don't have an account.