XD Thanks Misao-CG, I've never been glomped before (Picks self up from the floor) Anyways, this episode is mostly cute fluff, and a few character developments XD. Mostly because I'm considering what to name the Sparkling, so I am not going to bring it into existance untill I get an idea. If you have a suggestion, please send it. Anyways folks, please don't feed the plot bunnies, if I get one more idea I'll overload and forget the ones I already have, and they're too funny to forget.

Sunstreaker made a sighing sound and sat down. It was good to be back among his fellow Autobots. He only wished that his brother would stop caring so much about that infernal femme.

Sunstreaker mentally slapped himself. How could he think like that? Nightstar was a cool bot to have around. She was only such a pain because she'd been damaged and couldn't absorb energy. And the fact that this damage coincided with her starting to create a new spark had meant that she was barely holding on to life. Sunstreaker wasn't sure how his brother felt about all this; Sideswipe was spending more time with his spark-mate than his brother, something that irritated Sunstreaker. Sometimes, the golden warrior had been suddenly struck with jealousy as he watched the only being in the universe he cared about paying so much attention to the dying female. It was, in Sunstreaker's mind, partially Sideswipe's fault that Nightstar was so bad, it WAS his spark that had given the final element necessary for Nightstar to procreate. Sometimes, Sunstreaker just wanted to point this out and then tell his twin to get over it.

But he couldn't, Nightstar was an Autobot now, like he was. And to be honest, before she'd been damaged, she'd been a lot of fun. He'd never before met a femme, and rarely met a mech for that matter, who was almost as cunning fighter as he and Sideswipe. She had no problem with watching the twins disassemble a Decepticon; in fact, she often helped. So Sunstreaker angrily told himself to grow up. Maybe it was just that now that Sideswipe had a spark-mate, and had suddenly matured, Sunstreaker just felt a bit left out. But that didn't mean that he should just keep trying to make Sideswipe abandon Nightstar.

Sideswipe looked up when he heard someone coming down the hall; he was surprised to see Sideswipe. His brother seemed worried. "Ratchet wouldn't let me stay with her. He had Ironhide throw me out of medbay."

Sunstreaker put a hand to the side of his head. Primus, was Ratchet ever in for a tough time; ever since she'd started sparking, Nightstar was terrified of being without someone she knew. He looked at his brother emotionlessly. "She'll live. And don't give me that look!" He said hurriedly as Sideswipe glared at him. "She will, and I'm sorry if you don't like my directness, but she's not my spark-mate. I was getting tired of her, if you were not my brother, I would have left you two in the dust a long time ago."

Sideswipe's glare softened. "Sorry bro, I know you've been putting up with a lot of slag recently. But I couldn't just leave her, I mean, it's my fault that she's so weak."

"I was wondering if you knew that," Said Sunstreaker thoughtfully, he glanced down the hall to see Ratchet coming. "Henh, looks like ol' Hatchet can't work when she's panicking."

Sideswipe gave the medic an angry look. "I take it you believe me now?" Ratchet gave a resigned shrug and irritably gestured for him to go calm his spark-mate. Sideswipe quickly walked down to the medbay. He walked over to the table where Nightstar was making a whimpering sound and touched her shoulder. "You alright?"

Nightstar relaxed the instant she felt his touch. "I don't know." She tilted her head to look at him. "Am I dying?"

Sideswipe shook his head vehemently. "No way! Maybe if we were still on our own, but Ratchet can fix anything! You'll be okay. And so will the Sparkling, when it comes. I promise." Nightstar weakly raised her head again, trying to see Sideswipe's face, he gently pushed it back down. "Don't hurt yourself, I'm right here." He leaned over and put his cheek beside hers in the greatest gesture of affection he was capable of. "Get some rest, I won't let Ratchet kick me out again."

Trustingly, Nightstar shut off her optics and sighed. She knew that Sideswipe would keep his word; he always had before. Sideswipe glanced up in time to see Ratchet walk in quietly. The medic looked at Sideswipe and realized that the warrior was hardly in better shape than his spark-mate. "Sideswipe, you look like a Decepticon was chewing on you."

Sideswipe checked his internal diagnostics and reacted in surprise; he hadn't realized how much damage he'd gotten in the battle. "Hunh, guess I do," He said this matter of factly. But Ratchet noticed that Sideswipe's tone had a bit of fear in it. "Ratchet, is she alright? Her spark is so cold."

Ratchet blinked for a second, then remembered that when spark-mates were really close, they could feel the others spark. "She will be fine, Sideswipe. All she needs now is rest and recharge. Let me see your injuries."

Sideswipe, with a patience born from centuries of being poked, prodded and put back together in Ratchet's care, sat on the table beside the one where Nightstar slept and held out his maimed arm. Ratchet took about two minutes to fix it. As he started on the other arm, he noticed the little hole that Sideswipe had used to transfer energy to Nightstar, keeping the femme alive. "So, tell me, how did you find Nightstar?"

Sideswipe, who'd been watching the femme sleep, looked up at the medic. "Me and Sunny found a Decepticon camp. They had a bunch of femmes and Megatron had ordered that they be killed. But a few of the creeps found femmes whose sparks matched their harmonics. So they kept those femmes around them, and to make said femmes more open to their advances, they let all the others live, in a show of "mercy"."

Ratchet made a sound of disgust. He picked up a sharp blade and cut into Sideswipe's arm. "So, you and your brother went in and blasted said Decepticons to pieces, did you?"

Sideswipe did as much of a shrug as he could get away with without hurting himself. "One of the femmes escaped, we ran into her by accident. She begged us to help. She gave all the data we needed to destroy the Decepticons there practically before they knew we were there. You'd have been amazed, we were. There was close to 100 femmes there, all of them were under a death threat unless about ten of them were pets to some Decepticons."

Ratchet stopped what he was doing and stared at Sideswipe. "100? What happened to them all?"

"They took off, me and Sunny couldn't take care of them, and they were glad to be free. Sunny went into one of the compounds and found this one femme chained in a cage. He managed to find the off button."

Ratchet smirked. "What, he didn't just break her free?"

Sideswipe laughed substantially. "He tried, the energon bars fried his paintjob something serious," Ratchet chortled. "Anyways, he frees her and leads her out, they took a long time because Sunstreaker wanted to make sure the place was empty. Once he was sure, we left some explosives by the energy stockpile and watched the light show."

Nightstar shifted on her table, Sideswipe's head turned back to look at her. "Then Sunstreaker, he'd radioed me the go ahead to blow the place, came over and she was still with him. I figured that she wanted to say thanks but when she took my hand…" He hesitated and looked at Ratchet. "She felt warm. Not like how a star does, or fire, but she was warm. It was a very nice warmth, I liked it." Ratchet looked down to conceal his smile. That warmth was the result of a spark sensing another nearby that matched harmonics. "Sunstreaker thought I was nuts when she asked us if she could come along and I said yes."

Ratchet finished his repairs and thoughtfully reached up to grab Sideswipe's head. "That's it, I need to check and make sure that nothing's loose in there." He shoved Sideswipe's head down until the warrior was laying face down on the table.

"Hey!" Sideswipe protested loudly to being treated like a Youngling. "You could have just told me to lie down!"

Ratchet smiled in imitation of the expression he'd seen on Sideswipe's face many times before. "Now where's the fun in that?" Sideswipe groaned.

Nightstar activated her optics and rolled to her side to see what was happening. Ratchet, ever alert to those in his care, released Sideswipe and walked over to check on her. Nightstar gave him a look. "Why are you doing that to Sideswipe?" She demanded in Cybertonian.

Sideswipe sat up and winced as he turned his head. "He's Ratchet, Nightstar, he always picks on me." He spoke in the same language. "The medic just doesn't like me."

Nightstar shrugged. Ratchet looked her over. "Better already, you mostly needed to power up, so now you're in good shape," He made her lie back down so that he could check her internal systems for damage, not to mention he wanted to make sure that her spark was undamaged. If it were damaged, he'd have to find a way to stop the sparking process that was already very well under way. That reminded him. "How long have you been sparking?"

"Eight orns…Right?" She looked at Sideswipe for confirmation.

He nodded. "More or less."

Ratchet frowned. He exposed her spark compartment, but did not open it; that could have been fatal to both her and the partially created spark within. Instead, he checked the exterior temperature, and looked for damage to the compartment. He made a pleased sound when he found a small malformation. "Good, even with the time you spent without recharge, the sparking process managed to continue without too much interference it seems." Nightstar looked very happy to hear that. As did Sideswipe. Smiling, the red mech stood up and waked over to look down at his spark-mate; she favoured him with a glowing smile.

Ratchet thought for a second. "If nothing goes wrong, we'll have the first sparkling in vorns here with us in just over 6 orns." Sideswipe looked, if anything, happier still. Ratchet was pleased as well. This was a very good sign for the entire Transformer species. He sealed Nightstar's chest and made to leave. "You need to stay here in the medbay Nightstar. Sideswipe, keep your spark-mate from moving around too much."

Sideswipe nodded at Ratchet's back. Once the medic was gone, he sat down beside Nightstar's bed and gently rested his right hand on her forehead. "See? I told you Ratchet would be able to help. He's always able to help."

Nightstar let her optics narrow sleepily. "Yes."

Sideswipe leaned forward and put his left hand on her chest, over her spark. He could feel its warmth through his own spark. "I can tell you're better, your spark is warm again."

"So is yours." She said softly, comfortable anywhere as long as she could feel that warmth.

Sideswipe smiled and murmured into her Audio's gently until she fell asleep, and then continued whispering, enjoying the knowledge that they were safe and that soon he'd have his own Sparkling to raise. After a while, he started to feel tired and he simply rested his head over his spark-mate and closed his optics; both of them slept more soundly when reassured by the other's warmth.

Ratchet walked thoughtfully down the hall. He was deciding just how to word to Prime the great news. Although they all had heard Ratchet exclamation on the battlefield, the other Autobots didn't know yet if Ratchet's initial prognosis was correct. But there was a definite feeling of hope. And fear. For all they knew (although Ratchet now knew better) Nightstar was the last femme in existence, and if she died, the species would end.

Bumblebee was talking with Ironhide when Ratchet walked in. Almost simultaneously, they looked up at the medic, hope and concern clearly showing on their faces. Optimus stood up and walked over from the other side of the room. "Well?"

Ratchet nodded curtly. "She's recovering well. My initial prognosis was correct, she is sparking," There were some cheerful noises from the other Autobots, Bumblebee especially; he had BEEN the last sparkling of Cybertron, and was therefore both very curious about what exactly a sparkling was like, and very pleased that there was finally going to be someone younger than he. Someone who he could teach like all the other Autobots had taught him. "Also…" Ratchet paused to make sure the others were paying attention. "It appears that the twins found a Decepticon genocide camp. They freed many femmes from that place. There is a good chance that at least a few will join us here on earth."

This news was also greeted with delight. This meant that the species would go on. Prowl looked up from a computer that Ratchet had painstakingly built from earthen metals. He seemed pleased by the news, yet somewhat irritated by something. "Where did the other twin go?"

"Out," Replied Ironhide. "He was being annoying so I told him to slag off."

"At least that has not changed," Noted Ratchet with amusement. "The red one has apparently grown up. We'll see how long that lasts."

Nightstar walked happily down the hallway, Ratchet had finally let her out of medbay after a week. Throughout that time, Sideswipe had attempted to stay with her, but had been sent out to patrol the surrounding area a few times with Bumblebee and Sunstreaker. So now that Ratchet had let her get up and explore, she'd decided to make the best of things. She was presently looking for her spark-mate, wanting to show him she was better. Nightstar hoped that Ratchet would let her out of the base, Sideswipe had told her about this planet and she loved exploring.

"Better are you?" Nightstar started and turned around to see Ironhide.

" Hi Ironhide. Yes, Ratchet let me out of medbay. Have you seen Sideswipe?"

"He's out on patrol with Sunstreaker, they should be back soon. Seeing as they're late."

Nightstar smiled. "I bet they found a fun place to race. Maybe I'll join them," She scowled. "If Ratchet ever lets me out, he's worse than a prison guard." Ironhide chuckled and nodded in agreement. Now that she was strong and healthy again, it was easy to see why the twins liked the femme so much; she had a clever gleam to her optics, and moved with the calm assurance of an assassin. "Is there a shooting range? I haven't practiced in cycles."

Ironhide nodded and pointed behind him. "It's down there."

"Thanks." Nightstar walked towards the thick door, trailing her delicate-looking hand over the greyish walls as she went. She enjoyed being a soldier in a military base, not just a femme needing protection, and she meant to keep it that way. Now that she was better, she knew that she should be expected to do some of the work, even if she were sparking. Of course, she knew that it was likely that the Autobots here would be lenient seeing as she was would be sparking the first Sparkling for over 36 vorns (Almost 3000 years). But she didn't want to be mollycoddled; she wanted to fight the Decepticons. She, like all surviving femmes, felt that the Decepticons were her personal enemies. She remembered how many of her sisters in arms had been killed on Megatron's orders because the Decepticon Supreme Commander hated the idea that there was another way to create new life other than through the Allspark. Especially seeing as it was easy enough to control the Allspark and that most femmes chose to join the Autobots.

"Most" being the key word; Nightstar thoughtfully pulled her hand away from the wall and examined it. She could still see the faintly inscribed Decepticon insignia. It had been a horrifying yet illuminating day when Megatron had ordered her deported to the genocide camp. Up until then, she had enjoyed being a bad girl. She liked not having to worry about losing her temper. It was considered a sign of power if you lost your patience and killed the reason of your displeasure. She paused and stopped, looking at her hand but not really seeing it. How many times had she regretted killing only a few moments after it was too late to beat a safe retreat? Why was it that her conscious had never kicked in until her opponent was already dead?

She heard small footsteps and looked around to see a human walking along the catwalk that had been built into the base for just that reason. She vaguely recognized this as one of the two organics who'd been with the Autobots that first day. She'd been terrified to be without one of the twins around the Autobots at first. What would they do if they knew that she'd been a Decepticon? Sideswipe and Sunstreaker knew what she was; they'd helped her get rid of the insignias branded on her hand and stomach. She had been surprised to learn that Autobots were not either hypocritical killers nor sentimentalists. She had found that she honestly did have more in common with the good guys, even with her tendency to be over-aggressive. And so what? Sunstreaker had the same issue, and as she'd learned, so did Sideswipe, although it wasn't as obvious in her spark-mate as it was in his twin.

The human saw her and walked over. "Hello, Nightstar right?" Nightstar nodded. "I'm Mikaela. I thought that you might want another female to talk to. It must be annoying only having guys around.'

Nightstar made a laughing sound. "Actually, I really don't mind being the only femme here, but I would enjoy your company." She held out her hand and Mikaela clambered on to the femme's palm. "Ratchet told me that you were the one who noticed the Decepticons, I have to thank you; had you not alerted the Autobots, I'd have died, and my sparkling with me. I owe you my life."

Mikaela was surprised by the femme's frank manner of speech. But she decided that she liked it. There was no bullshit in Nightstar. "It was nothing. I'm sure that anyone would have done it."

"But you did," Replied the femme. "So I thank you," She started walking down the well-light hall again, unconsciously counting the number of doors on each side and identifying blind spots in the base's security systems. She'd have to point those out, if someone else did not. "Man, this base is just begging to be attacked."

"Hunh?"

"There are major holes in the base security systems. I'll have to tell the Autobots."

"Why do you say that?"

Nightstar shrugged. "Why do I say what?"

"You say "The Autobots", not "The others" or "The other Autobots". Why do you refer to them as if you're not one?"

"Dunno, habit I guess," Nightstar made a mental note to start talking like she'd been an Autobot for her whole life. She stopped outside a set of double doors. "This will be the shooting range. I like how you can see the weld points on the door. Very strong looking."

Mikaela snickered. "But how strong in reality?"

"Not very," Nightstar nodded mock-sagely. "Anyways, do you know the way to the communal area?

"Yes." Mikaela told Nightstar the way and together, they traversed the silent halls. Nightstar enjoyed silence; it was a pleasant sound. Perhaps that may seem strange, but to her, silence was just a lesser sound. She looked up at the black ceiling, wondering why the base was so large; did the Autobots expect that that many would really come? Or were they simply compensating for something?

"Nightstar?"

"Yes?"

"Is it as difficult being a female on Cybertron as it is on Earth?"

"In some ways yes, in others, no. Your planet has so many cultures that I cannot give you an answer. But I do know that any femme who lived among the Decepticon had a terrible life. And that's why I want to get out of here and kick some Decepticon in his cast iron-" Nightstar fell silent as Prowl came around the corner. Mikaela dissolved into giggles. Cast-iron what?

Prowl nodded a greeting and then continued on his way. Mikaela pointed to a door and Nightstar entered. She looked around and noticed Optimus Prime. Wondering to herself how she was supposed to greet him, she slipped back quietly into the shadows. Mikaela, sensing Nightstar's need to observe without being seen, remained silent. After a few minutes, the Patrol came in. Sunstreaker, Bumblebee and Sideswipe. Nightstar put Mikaela down and playfully narrowed her optics. She prepared to pounce.

"Sorry we're late Optimus," Said Bumblebee. "We thought we picked up a Decepticon signal and wanted to check it out."

Optimus nodded. "Understood. You are free to do as you wish."

Sideswipe immediately turned away. "I'm gonna go check on Nightstar."

The femme in question waited until he was right by her and then jumped forward and hit him. Caught off guard, Sideswipe stumbled, but recovered quickly. He turned to his assailant and laughed. "Guess I don't need to go anywhere after all."

"When did you come in?" Asked Ratchet, surprised. He'd been sitting in the corner reading. But that still did not explain how no one had noticed her come in.

Nightstar shrugged. "A while ago, I just felt like being quiet." Mikaela walked along the catwalk until she was where everyone could see her if they wanted to.

"Hi Optimus. I got distracted earlier but I meant to come tell you that Maggie called. She says that the Secretary of Defence would like to see the base."

Optimus nodded. "I'll send Prowl to pick him up."

"Can I go?" Asked Nightstar. She quickly continued seeing Ratchet about to object. "I'll just come along as backup, I'm better now. All this waiting around is killing me."

Optimus glanced at Ratchet who shook his head. "No. You will stay here."

Nightstar did something that her training as a Decepticon forbade. She questioned her orders. "Why? Is it just because I'm sparking? I can take care of myself, and it's not like I'll be in any danger."

Optimus started, his orders had been disobeyed before, but he was still caught off guard by her determination to go out. "Yes, it is partially because you are sparking, but mostly because you have just recovered from near-fatal injuries. Ratchet says you have to stay here, so you stay." Nightstar made a ferocious face at the medic.

Prowl, while not known for his empathy, could see that the femme was more likely to get into trouble if she wasn't allowed out. "I believe that there would be no harm in her coming along sir. Even when she was weakened, she gave the Decepticons a hard time. And it is not very far. I think that it would be good for her. For all of us." He added, glancing significantly at Sideswipe who was giving Ratchet a rather nasty look.

Optimus, suddenly remembering how vindictive the newly christened "Lambo Twins" could be, decided that Prowl's advice was sound. He nodded. "Very well, but only if one other Mech will go along." Nightstar's expression became unreadable. What, does he think I'll collapse again?

Sideswipe stepped forward before anyone else could. "She's my responsibility, I'll make sure she's safe." He rolled his optics at her, knowing that she resented being treated like she was dying. She cheered up considerably, and Ratchet had to admit that letting her out probably would benefit. Even robots can get depressed.

Sideswipe was rewarded for his pains with an affectionate touch on the side of his neck before Nightstar turned and followed Prowl out the door and down the hall. Sideswipe followed behind his spark-mate, and when they were out in the hall where the others couldn't see, he reached around her from behind and briefly drew her close. "I thought that I might lose you." He murmured quietly so Prowl couldn't hear. Nightstar replied by leaning back and momentarily burying her head under his chin. Then she stepped away and swiftly returned to her place behind Prowl.

As they stepped outside, Nightstar shielded her optics from the sun; it had been a long time since she'd seen a star from so close up. After her optics adjusted, she looked at the sky. "It's magnificent," She noticed grass and flowers. She thought they were interesting, but time for that later. Right now, she had work to do. "Lead the way Prowl." She said cheerfully. Winking at Sideswipe, she transformed into her stunning silver Ferrari alt mode. "By the way, what exactly are speed limits for again?" Sideswipe snorted in amusement.

Prowl really hoped she was kidding around. Smirking, Sideswipe morphed into his handsome red Lamborghini Countach mode and revved his engine. Nightstar ignored his fooling around and waited patiently for Prowl to lead the way. Relieved, Prowl transformed and led the way to the Pentagon.

United States Secretary of Defence John Keller waited patiently, wondering which Autobot would come to pick up him and his advisor, Maggie Madsen. She was looking around nervously, and started every time a car drove up. "Calm down Maggie," He admonished her. "We'll know them when we see them."

"I'm sorry sir, I am simply afraid of cars these days." She swallowed and pointed to three driverless cars that were rolling up to the gates. The one in the lead was a police car, and both the Secretary and his advisor remembered Barricade all too clearly. But this was a different type of police car. And there was an Autobot symbol obviously placed on the hood. But Keller still approached cautiously.

"I assume you are our transportation to Autobots Headquarters?"

"Indeed," Answered Prowl. "I am Autobot Prowl, an enforcer of sorts. If any Autobots get in trouble with a planet's authority, it is my job to ensure said Autobots are brought to justice."

Maggie could have sworn she heard the red Lamborghini in the rear snicker derisively.

Prowl made a throat-clearing sound. "These two of my fellows are Sideswipe," The red Lamborghini revved it's engine. "And Nightstar." The Enzo made a "Vrmmmm!" sound.

Maggie smiled enthusiastically. She had always wanted to drive in an Italian import. Now the question was if she was a Ferrari or Lamborghini person. The Secretary of Defence hesitated before climbing into the police car. "Maggie, ride with one of the other two."

Maggie decided that she liked the look of the Ferrari and clambered in awkwardly. She was welcomed with a slight rev of the engine. Relaxing a bit, Maggie buckled her seatbelt and smiled happily. "Nice choice of disguise." She said admiringly.

"Thanks. By way of better introduction than Prowl can give, I'm Nightstar. The red idiot behind us is my spark-mate Sideswipe." The red Lamborghini inched forward and gently rear-ended Nightstar; just enough to jolt her forward a few inches. Maggie started.

"Hey!" Nightstar revved her engine at Sideswipe, more than ready to back up over his low hood in playful retaliation. Prowl, sensing an impending problem, chose that instant to start moving.

Keller looked back in concern. "Don't worry sir, Sideswipe and Nightstar are just fooling around, they won't do any harm." Assured Prowl.

Keller was still unsure. "Are you certain? They seem ready to run each other over."

Prowl turned onto the freeway and accelerated. "I am, Sideswipe has a large amount of care for Nightstar and vice-versa, he is only teasing her."

"Her?" Thought Keller to himself.

- - -

Maggie giggled. The red Lamborghini was really obnoxious. He'd activated his radio link to Nightstar and was now tuned into a radio station playing the song "Mr. Wonderful" from the DDR video game. Every time the refrain came up he'd playfully bump into Nightstar's rear fender. Maggie had figured out that Nightstar was a girl by both voice and the fact that when Sideswipe was talking on the radio, he'd said "You two ladies." She had decided not to question it.

Nightstar accelerated a bit but Prowl wasn't about to let her get away with speeding and made his point by honking his horn once. Annoyed, Nightstar dropped back. Sideswipe cheerfully drove up alongside her and started crowding her towards the edge of the road. Maggie looked nervously at the red sports car, but Nightstar had her own solution; she hit the breaks suddenly and then accelerated again once she was behind Sideswipe.

Sideswipe started playing the song again. Maggie thought she heard Nightstar snicker. She couldn't help but to think of these two as boyfriend and girlfriend. It was a reckless and annoying, yet cute display of affection. She thought that, despite coming from light-years away, these giant automatons were really not that different from humans.

As they finally pulled into the small lot that disguised the base entrance, Maggie noticed a familiar face, Mikaela Banes. She got out and stepped back slightly nervous as the three vehicles transformed back into root mode. Prowl was slightly taller than Bumblebee it seemed. Sideswipe was huge; he towered easily over the others, in contrast, Nightstar was rather slender, she was tall, but she only reached to about Sideswipe's chin. Maggie guessed by their dimensions and what she knew about Transformers that Sideswipe could probably pick Nightstar up with one arm easily. Maggie wondered how a robot with such a comparatively small vehicle mode could be so huge. She guessed that Sideswipe must be light for his size.

Maggie smiled at Mikaela. "Hey, what's up?"

Mikaela smiled back. "A lot, I'll tell you when you have a free moment."

Keller looked up at the three Bots, Sideswipe and Nightstar had walked a short way away and appeared to be talking. Prowl was patiently waiting for the Secretary to familiarize himself with the surroundings and to follow him. Nodding, Keller walked over to Prowl who politely bent down and offered his hand to carry the human in. Keller decided to accept.

Nightstar swiftly picked up both girls, much to their surprise. "Sorry, just figured you were safer in my hand than on the ground; Sunstreaker doesn't watch where he steps." Sideswipe made a sound that could have been a gag or a snort of amusement.

Mikaela smiled. "No problem, just warn us next time."

"Right. Sideswipe, get off." The red Mech had his arms playfully wrapped around Nightstar's neck.

"Make me."

"Must I now?" Nightstar gave him an irritated look but it was somewhat ineffective seeing as she leaned into him. Both Maggie and Mikaela giggled.

Prowl glanced back at them in annoyance. "Come on, The Secretary of Defence needs his advisor." Sideswipe released Nightstar and happily followed her and Prowl into the base.