As we were heading down the hall, Ironhide stepped out into the hall and threw the regurgitated cube at me. To say that I was less than thrilled to smell like puked up energon would be lying. I was pissed. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. I walked back to Ironhide and stood in front of him. I stared at him for a moment then smacked him across the face. Prime watched as I smacked Ironhide across the face. He visibly flinched at the sound my hand made when it made contact with 'Hide's face.

As Prime and I were heading for med bay, he asked me if smacking Ironhide was really necessary. I looked at him and said, "take a big whiff and tell me if smacking 'Hide was necessary."

"All I'm going to say is that you need to take a shower either before or after you see Ratchet. Your choice, but if it were me, I'd do it before seeing Ratchet. I don't care to have a wrench thrown at me. I, too, know his reputation with wrenches. I've had my fair share of wrenches upside my head."

I looked at Prime in shock. "You've been hit by Ratchet's wrenches before? I find that hard to believe."

"Its true, though. You can ask him when we get there, if you don't believe me."

"It's not that I don't believe you, I just find it shocking that Ratchet has hit you upside the head with a wrench."

"I was a bit shocked and of course I had to ask him why he did it."

"What was his answer, if he had one."

"He didn't have one, which was even more shocking. I warned him that if he hits me one more time with his wrench, he was spending a few days down in the brig and I would

have Wheeljack take care of repairs. He apologized and would limit his wrench throwing to the twins only."

"Speaking of the twins. Are they back from wherever they've been? And when do I get to meet them?"

"After we get you taken care of. Is that ok with you, love?"

"That's fine with me, handsome. Aftewhich, I'd like to get started on my training."

"I think you should hold off until Ratchet gives you a clean bill of health and perhaps wait even after. It made me mad watching what Cliffjumper did to you. But if I had rushed in, he would have, more than likely, killed you. And in turn, I would have killed him."

"It sounds like he beat me to the point of putting me in stasis, but what would cause me to be unable to access anything from my past? I don't remember anything from my past at all. Is that normal after what I went through?"

We had just walked into med bay when I had asked Optimus. Ratchet answered my question.

"What do you remember since waking up 3 months later from your major surgery?"

"Not a whole lot, Ratch. Just the year I graduated high school. Anything after that is a blur. I would really like to access the lost memories in my data banks."

"I'll do what I can, but no guarantees. I might have to ask Wheeljack for some help with accessing your data banks. He's better at it than I am. Other than that, what else can I do for you to today?"

"Just a post-op check, doc; unless it's a bad time?"

"Actually, it is, but I can make some time for you. I enjoy your company, Wolf. Unlike some of the mechs around here, you don't give me a problem, and I don't have to hit you upside the head with a wrench. He can be scary." Ratchet pointed at Optimus to emphasize his meaning.

I looked at my mate and almost burst out laughing, but just smirked instead. Prime saw my smirk from the corner of his optics, then looked at me. I could tell by the look in his optics that he wasn't amused. I sobered up quickly and lowered my head. I knew I would get a stern talking to after my post-op check.

We walked to Prime's office in silence. I knew I was in trouble. He never looked at me once. I wasn't sure what to expect once we reached his office door.

Once inside his office, he told me to sit down and not say a word. I nodded and sat down in the chair that sat in front of his desk.

After he sat down in his comfy desk chair, he steepled his fingers and gave a stare that could freeze ice.

"If you're trying to intimidate me, it's not working. I don't intimidate that easily."

"Then I don't need to tell you why I'm a bit upset with you?"

"Cause of what Ratchet said and that I found a bit funny." Then I got up from the chair and walked around Prime's desk. I sat down on the end of it and crossed my legs. I reached over and grasped his steepled hands and brought them over towards me. He turned towards me. I could tell that he wasn't mad at me any more by the look in his optics. They twinkled a bit, which was good.

"I know you weren't mad at me, so who are you mad at? The twins, maybe?"

Prime looked shocked. "Good guess. Yes, I am. They haven't come back from their weekend racing excursion and it's Monday already. They're not answering their comms. Have any ideas, Wolf?"

I thought about it for a few seconds. "Hmm. Without any information on them other than the little I know, I can't help you. I need all the information I can get to really know what they're like. Is it possible to get what I need on them?"

"No guarantee that I can get you what you need, but I will try. Prowl is very adamant about who gets what file and why. I also know that he's tired of administering punishment to them. Perhaps you would take it over for him. You would have a better chance of getting through to them."

"Whoa! I don't wanna take over punishing the twins, but I will help him, if he would like it. In fact, I'm thinking that I might just stop by his office and ask him personally for those files, but I might need you to show me where it is."

"That won't be necessary, Wolf. I'll call him and have the files brought to you. I think that would be better for you and for Prowl."

"Or not. He could be busy right now. Have you noticed the time?"

Prowl's office. He had just noticed the time after he finished his final report. It had hit 12 noon.

Prowl got up from his desk and stretched a bit. He had been sitting at his desk all day and was sore in some areas.

"I think I better get something to drink before I go talk to Prime about the twins." He walked around his desk and out of his office. Prime and I were just walking up just as Prowl was stepping out of his office.

"Taking a break, Prowl?"

Prowl turned around and saw us walking up to him. "Yes, I am. Finished my final report of the day just a few minutes ago. I was just on my way to the Rec. Room for a drink. Is there anything I can help you 2 with?"

"Actually, there is. I need Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's personnel files, Prowl. Wolf wants to learn everything she can about them before setting her plan in motion."

Prowl looked at me, crossed his arms over his chest and frowned. "What plan? And why wasn't I told of this…plan?"

I looked at Optimus. "Is he always like this?" I pointed at Prowl to emphasize my point.

"You mean by scrutinizing every little thing? Yes, he is. I'm sorry, Wolf. I should have told you."

"Don't worry about it. I really don't blame him." Then I looked back at Prowl. "So, can I get those files or not?"

"Not. Just because we've talked a little bit, doesn't mean I trust you with an Autobots' personnel file." Then he looked at Prime in total shock.

"And you should be ashamed of yourself for even suggesting that she get her hands on them in the first place. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be on my way to get that drink." Then he turned back towards the direction of the Rec. Room.

"That could have gone better. Anyone else we can ask?"

"Let's go ask Ratchet. He also has access to everyone's personnel files."

I looked at him in shock. "And if Prowl finds out that I have the twins' files, he's going to get mad and blame you for giving them to me. I have to ask this, so please don't get mad. Why does it seem like Prowl runs the base, when that's your job?"

"Honestly, I can't watch what everyone does, so I delegated high ranking officers different jobs around the base. It makes it a bit easier on me as well as everyone else."

"I suppose that's a good point, but why not delegate more of the work to the other Autobots, too."

"Are you volunteering to do some of my workload, Wolf?"

"I could, but I already have something to do. I have to plan with Ratchet."

"The twins?"

"Yep. You gave me the honor of dishing out my brand of punishment and said that I could enlist the help of Ratchet to implement on the twins the next time they pull something stupid, or did you forget?"

"I think it had slipped my mind at one point during our conversation. Then I'll see you later tonight. Word of advice, don't get on Ratchet's bad side."

"Advice noted and I'll try not to." I left Prowl's office and headed back to med bay to plan with Ratchet and to get as much info as I could about the twins as possible.