Optimus had brought Hot Shot before an angry high council. Optimus just let the high council have at him. Hot Shot needed discipline, but for some reason Optimus couldn't bring himself to touch him, so he thought that maybe the high council would suggest something.

"Indeed Optimus this was a wrong doing upon us, but we cannot think of a punishment for this young Hot Shot, but for now watch him close when he is in school. We will let you know later. This better NOT HAPPEN AGAIN. Are we clear young one?" they said gazing at Hot Shot.

"Yea, yea," grumbled Hot Shot. "All I ever did was have some fun. Is there a crime in that?"

"Hot Shot," said Optimus glaring at him with stern optics.

"Yes sir," said Hot Shot.

"Good, you may leave," they said dismissing them.

They left and went back to the campus, but before they got to Hot Shot's room Optimus turned to him and said-

"Hot Shot why do you do this?"

"I don't know," said Hot Shot turning his head away.

"I can not watch over and protect you all the time . . . I have battles to fight. It is the way of war Hot Shot. Do you wish to get kicked out of school, do you?"

Hot Shot just gazed at the ground. He didn't want to face Optimus.

"Hot Shot I know you may not like my words now, but someday you will understand how important they are," said Optimus trying to sound as caring as possible.

"Can I go now?" asked Hot Shot in the normal teenage response.

Optimus couldn't help but shake his head and smile as he saw Hot Shot look at him like a normal teenager to any parent.

"Yes you may go now, but remember I won't always be here Hot Shot," said Optimus.

"I will," sighed Hot Shot as he entered his room.

"I won't always be here," whispered Optimus as he watched Hot Shot leave.

As soon as Hot Shot shut his door Optimus walked away thinking of many things.

The next day Smokescreen, Lazerburst, and Blaster talked with Hot Shot, but not about what had just happened the night before.

"So you wanted to make this a millennia to remember ah Hot Shot?" grinned Smokescreen crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

"Hey, the high council will never forget this," laughed Blaster.

"Yea, you're probably right," admitted Smokescreen.

"Hey Hot Shot I know this is off subject, but why do you not have a femmefriend?" asked Lazerburst.

"I don't know," said Hot Shot pondering on it. "I guess I never met one my type yet."

"Well if you would have one now who would it be? Asked Lazerburst.

"Well, probably Electrofrost," said Hot Shot.

"Yea, she is pretty nice for ya Hot Shot," said Smokecreen. "So when you gonna ask her out?"

"I don't know, maybe after school," said Hot Shot. "I never really thought about it before."

"But do you like her?" asked Blaster with a grin on his face.

"I guess so," said Hot Shot.

"Aw, Hot Shot has confused feelings for a certain femme," teased Smokescreen.

"Shut up," said Hot Shot almost blushing.

That day was a normal day at school, but Hot Shot got some news from the high council.

"What is it Optimus, sir?" asked Hot Shot looking at the saddened Optimus.

"The high council has decided to take you out of school," he said his optics dark with grief.

Optimus then turned his back to Hot Shot so he couldn't see the true sadness upon his face.

"Am I being kicked out?" asked Hot Shot almost scared.

"No," whispered Optimus turning to him. "Hot Shot you are being sent straight to the army!"

"What?!" said Hot Shot his gut turning with surprise and shock. "But ain't I too young?"

"Yes, but you cannot stop this. Pack up now . . . you are leaving today," said Optimus walking away in sadness.

Hot Shot couldn't believe all this could happen just because he decided to have some fun. He went straight to him room and slammed the door hard.

"Err, it's not fair!!" he growled punching the wall with his huge fist.

"What's the matter little buddy?" asked Smokescreen seeing him like that.

"I'm leaving!" he yelled going up to his belongings and packing up.

"Forever?!" asked Lazerburst.

"Yes forever!" said Hot Shot throwing his things all together.

"Did they kick you out of school?" asked Blaster.

"No," he said turning to them.

They all had worried looks on their face. They were all scared that they would never see Hot Shot again.

"I'm being shipped off to the army," he said.

"But aren't you too young?" asked Lazerburst.

"Apparently not!" shouted Hot Shot tossing his books at the wall.

"That isn't fair," said Smokescreen with an angry tone of voice. "Who do they think they are anyways? Can't Optimus Prime do something to stop this?"

"He doesn't care about me," said Hot Shot his optics darkened with sadness and anger. "He never did, and besides he was the one who told me the 'news'."

"I'm sorry this has to happen to you Hot Shot," said Blaster. "I'm gonna miss you."

Then a small smile appeared on Hot Shot's face as he turned to his friends. He looked at them all and knew he wouldn't have any other friends like them. They were true friends.

"And I'll miss you guys too," he said hitting fists with all.

Then as he was ready he went under the door way and looked one last time at his room full of his friends. He would miss them all. Never in his life did he think this was going to happen to him. He then thought of his fathers.

As he bowed his head and left he thought they would both be ashamed of him for acting like he did. How was he going to be a great leader like his real father if he didn't get his life straight? How was he going to make the decepticons fear him now? He was just a boy.

He came outside were everything happened like it was a normal day at school. He didn't see Optimus anywhere so he just sat on a bench and waited for him to appear.

"Hot Shot?" came a light voice.

He turned and saw Electrofrost staring at him with her ruby optics. Her green armor shinned in the light of the sun and her kind smile warmed everything. Hot Shot was surprised to see her there.

"Electrofrost! What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Well I do go here remember?" she smiled with a silly smile. "May I join you?"

"Oh, sure," he said moving his things to the ground.

She sat next to him and stared into the blue sky with a warming smile. There was a long peaceful silence till she looked at the troubled Hot Shot and knew he was upset.

"Hot Shot what's wrong?" she said with concerned optics.

"I have to leave school," he said bowing his head and darkening his optics.

"Is it because of the party?" she asked with a sad look on her face.

"Yea," he sighed.

"I'm sorry Hot Shot. I wished you could have stayed longer," she said touching his hand.

Hot Shot looked at her hand on his and ever he was sad. He then placed his hand on top of hers and looked at her and said-

"So do I."

She then smiled a bit as she gazed into his baby blue optics. Hot Shot saw her affection towards him and so smiled and started-

"Electrofrost I-"

He was cut off at the sound of a gun being fired and everyone screaming-

"DECEPTICON!!"

Hot Shot looked in the direction the firing had come from and so did Electrofrost. He then turned to look at her and found she was gone!

"Electrofrost!" he called out looking around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

For a moment he thought she had run away for her life, but she was noble and would never run. She always wanted to help others and Hot Shot knew that one day that would cause her death. He got up and looked around, but he only found Optimus.

"Optimus we have to . . ." he started but was cut off as Optimus grabbed him.

"Hot Shot you have to get out of here," he said dragging Hot Shot with him.

"No, Electrofrost!" he shouted trying to break free of Optimus' protective grasp.

Then the screaming stopped and he saw her. She was face to face with the decepticon. Her hands were raised and she was saying something to him. She was trying to help, but Hot Shot knew it wouldn't work.

He then turned the gun on her and shot her.

"NO, ELECTROFROST!!" Hot Shot shouted trying to get to her, but Optimus wouldn't let him go.

The decepticon then turned the gun on himself and he fell. That day was horrible to all, but if it wasn't for Electrofrost's sacrifice many more would have died. Hot Shot then escaped Optimus' grip and ran to her dead body.

"No," he gasped never letting his tears fall.

The shooting was over, and now they were left to collect their dead.