Thanks again everyone for the reviews! I'm glad your enjoying the story. I'm having so much fun with it. Now let's begin with the mayhem that only one femme can bring.

a/n: italics denotes communicator talk between the Autobots

Recreation Room: Take Three

Ironhide was the first to react before Elita pulled out her gun. He was probably the only one in the room other than Optimus…well, the mature version of Optimus that is, that has had experience with a bonded femme and her fury. He quit counting the scorch marks and dents on his armor long ago and just accepted them whenever Chromia was mad at him. Although, he still did his best to avoid as many as possible.

Wheeljack, on the other hand, was probably the most inexperienced mech in the room with angry femmes. But as Ironhide was pulling him to temporary safety as laser fire shot by obliterating a chair, Jack was smart enough to realize that he should have spent less time in his lab and more time with femmes while on Cybertron. Perhaps he can change that, if he lives long enough!

Bumblebee was the next to react, shoving the twins down to the ground and then diving for cover. He'd been an unsuspecting victim, caught in the crossfire of Ironhide and Chromia on a few too many occasions. So yeah, he knew to avoid angry bonded femmes at all costs if you wanted to remain in one piece!

Ratchet was the nearest to Elita yet was in shock at how fast she had turned and fired at Wheeljack. When he regained his senses, his first mistake was going for her gun to disrupt her as she took aim at Wheeljack again. It did work. However, his second mistake was thinking he'd be able take the gun from her. Needless to say, Ratchet will never make fun of Ironhide or Optimus again whenever they get nailed right in the crotch plate by their femmes.

Magnus was smart enough to know you never go for Elita's gun when she was mad unless you wanted your interface appliance blown off. He managed to yank Ratchet's curled up, in excruciating pain, form off to the side just before Elita pulled the trigger. A smoldering hole in the floor took the medic's place and luckily for Magnus Elita's focus turned back towards Wheeljack otherwise he was next on her hit list.

Jazz, being one of the fastest and most nimble mechs able to deal with angry femmes, charged straight at Elita hoping to catch her off guard as her focus was shifting from Ratchet to Wheeljack. Big mistake. The femme ducked his outstretched arms. And the next thing he knew was that he was in the air and upside down.

The first thing Chromia did when she saw Elita whip out her gun was knock over a table and just take cover. She knew that nothing was going to calm her friend down during this initial outburst of rage. It was best to let Elita blow the slag out of things before talking rationally to her. Attacking her right now would only make things worse.

"Mechs, you'll never learn," she snickered to herself.

Actually, Chromia found the entire situation hilarious – Optimus a sparkling. No one, including her, could possibly have imagined their aft ripping mech leader was ever once so cute and adorable. This was going to be a serious blow to his mech wrecking reputation.

Prowl was as calm as ever quickly took in the situation in order to plan a course of action. Bumblebee and the twins were safe behind the cover a couple of tables. Although, Sunny might get that smirk on his face blasted off if he keeps popping his head up for a look. Nearest them, behind another table was Chromia…laughing. Figures. Crazy femme! Ratchet was safe enough now that Magnus pulled him to safety. The same could be said for Jazz after he crashed hard into some tables.

Optimus was on one of those tables crying as he fell to the floor. He just laid there screaming. He didn't understand what was going on. And he was afraid it was his fault. Why else would the pretty red femme be so angry?

"MAGNUS…" Prowl shouted as he and Ironhide were struggling to get Jack on his feet. "GET OPTIMUS OUT OF HERE!"

The City Commander didn't have to be told twice! Once Ratchet was a somewhat safe distance away, Magnus snatched up a squalling Optimus off the floor. Then he made his way for the door dodging the laser fire as he went. If he hadn't been such a large target he might have made it out without a scorch mark or two on his aft.

Frag! It may as well have been a war zone with Elita using the maximum setting on her gun!

"GET ON YOUR FRAGGIN FEET AND RUN!" Ironhide growled, using all his strength to get the terrified engineer up and onto his feet.

With an extra powerful shove from Hide, Wheeljack got going out the door. He stumbled for a bit around Magnus huge form but managed to stay on his feet. The mech tore off down the hall like he had the entire fraggin Decepticon armada after him.

"You'd better find a good hiding place!" Magnus shouted as Wheeljack sprinted by.

"I'm open to suggestions!"

"I'd try Optimus and Elita's quarters. It'd be the last place she'd look," he told the engineer via their communicators.

"Tha…Whoa!"

Magnus cringed when Wheeljack tripped and fell and skidded across the floor. The poor mech hurried to his feet and headed off again.

"I swear Optimus, the worst kind of trouble always manages to just find you," he said to the whimpering sparkling in his hands. "You're like a magnet for it. I mean, look at you!"

A loud crash behind them made Magnus turn as he continued walking fast. There was Prowl with his head and shoulders on the floor while the rest of him was up against the wall. Only Ironhide was now blocking Elita's path, his wide form filled the doorway.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" the femme commander growled and took aim.

"That's our queue, Optimus," Magnus said as he took off running as fast as his long legs could carry him.

"Hold your position as long as you can," Prowl told Ironhide over their communicators. "We need to give Jack as much time as possible to hide."

"Easy for you to say, you don't have a primed weapon aimed at your crotch!" Hide fired back some what shakily with his hands up in the air.

"Elita, just calm down!" Chromia snapped, not wanting any vital bits of her mech to get blown off in haste.

"Yeah, Elita. It's all cool," Jazz said, pulling Chromia back just a bit.

They didn't want Elita to feel trapped while she was still pissed off.

"It was an accident," Ratchet grimaced as he limped across the room. "Killing Wheeljack isn't going to bring Optimus back."

"I'm not gonna kill him…yet! Now, move it Ironhide or else."

"Guys…let her go," Chromia said to them via their communicators.

"You sure?" Prowl asked.

"I'm sure!" Ironhide commented.

"Let her go," Ratchet agreed.

"Trust me, guys. She needs to burn off some more of that rage before she's rational again," Chromia said.

"Wheeljack, come in. You in a secure location?" Prowl questioned.

"I'm hiding now…I hope Magnus' suggestion works."

"Ironhide, let Elita go," Prowl ordered.

"Wise choice," Elita snarled.

Once she was clear of the doorway she took off running. She was gonna get that fragger no matter what! No one messes with her mech except her!

Ironhide and Chromia both breathed a huge sigh of relief moving into each others' arms.

"You were magnificent," she purred to him, making him raise an optic ridge at her.

"Get your processors out of the pit!" Ratchet snapped.

"We can't help it when a good fight gets us all riled up," Ironhide smirked, sliding his hand down onto he's femme's aft.

"Later you two!" Prowl warned. "You three younglings! Front and center!"

"Are you sure it's safe?" Bumblebee asked while he, Sunny and Side slowly peaked up from behind their hiding spot.

"She might come back!" Sides added.

"Yeah, she's scary!" Sunny remarked.

"I need three deviants to keep their optics on her without her knowing and you fit that description perfectly. Now get moving before she gets too far," Prowl ordered.

"Where's Optimus?" Ratchet asked after the three young mechs scamper out of the recreation room.

"With Magnus," Prowl answered.

"At least the little guy's safe," Jazz smiled.

The four of them gave Jazz a funny look then they all burst into laughter.

"Prime is never gonna live this one down," Ironhide chuckled.

"I never knew he was so cute and cuddly," Chromia added.

"Especially with those little antennas," Jazz smiled wide. "And he's got the cutest expressions that just make your spark melt."

Prowl groaned, rubbing his forehead. Is anyone on this base mature?

"Let's remember Optimus is still our Prime and he deserves our respect," Prowl interjected. "I think he's earned that much from us."

"But until Wheeljack gets him back to normal I think you and Magnus need to take charge," Ratchet seriously said to Prowl. "As of now, Optimus is off the active duty roster."

"Yeah, the only thing Optimus will be in charge of is spew, mini recharges, and being a cute bundle of scrap under everyone's feet," Ironhide snickered.

An alarm suddenly blared from the PA system.

"Frag, she went for more firepower! That's the armory alarm I set up!"

"Perfect," Prowl groaned. "Jazz, get the alarm shut off. Ratchet, get a sedative or anything so we can knock her out before she demolishes the base. Chromia, try talking to her. See if you can get her to calm down. Everyone is a go for weapons on minimum setting but in self defense only. Let's move out!"

Up next: We'll drop in on Magnus and see how Optimus is doing