Erin: This chapter was requested by…

DeceptiCop647

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BTW Starberry is not a typo. Her name ISN'T Strawberry. Just thought I'd point that out.

Starberry, Crusher, Bloodfest and Slasher belong to me. Just ask if you wanna use them.

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"Today we will be fighting REAL Decepticons for training," Sentinel announced.

Wasp and Ironhide joked about how Bulkhead and Bumblebee would fail.

"Is it really smart to be doing this?" Longarm asked.

"Well. Not really but it's good for fighting experience," Sentinel shrugged.

-About ten minutes later at wherever the Decepticons were-

Each recruit-and Sentinel-had a 'Con to fight. Bumblebee had a femme named 'Starberry', Bulkhead had a giant mech named 'Crusher', Longarm had a mech named 'Bloodfest', Ironhide had a mech named 'Slasher', Sentinel had a mech named 'Starscream' and Wasp had a femme named 'Syndrome'.

Wasp transformed his servos into half stingers and put them together to create his large stinger. He let a burst of electricity fly at the dark purple seeker. Syndrome just flew higher into the air.

"I'm tired of this," She stated. "Time to show 'em what you got, Tigerwing!"

A robot bird, that looked remarkably like the Decepticon bird Lazerbeak, flew out of a pouch attached to Syndrome's back.

Wasp tried to run but the bird lifted him into the air, dropping him in Syndrome's servos and then returning to his pouch.

"Look!" Bulkhead yelled, pointing at Wasp.

"No!" Bumblebee screamed, trying to hit the 'Con with his stingers.

Starberry saw that as an opening and used her claws to scratch Bumblebee just missing the poor 'Bot's optic.

Wasp didn't know what happened at that moment but he felt a need to protect the mini-bot and shouted, "LEAVE HIM ALONE OR YOU'LL BE SORRY!"

Ironhide stared strangely at Wasp causing the youngster to blush. Syndrome flew away with a screaming and kicking Wasp…

-At Syndrome's lair-

Wasp sat up straight and studied his surroundings.

'W-where am I?' He thought.

The memories of before clouded his memory.

'Oh yeah… Guess I need to find a way to get the frag out of her…'

He turned around to see a dark purple seeker with two silver stripes on her sides. The Con was a femme.

Wasp was confused, "Why aren't I offline?"

"Because I think you're cute," The femme replied coldly.

"R-really?" Wasp was shocked.

"Yeah. Now I'm going to let you go as long as you promise to keep this our little secret," Syndrome said.

"Keep what-mmmfff!"

Wasp never got to finish his sentence as the femme pressed her lips against his own. The green 'Bot kissed back after a while. He decided to deepen the kiss by sticking his glossa in Syndrome's mouth.

When they broke apart they were panting. Syndrome pulled Wasp and she took off.

They arrived at the Autobot bootcamp and they said their good byes. Wasp went to recharge a very happy mech that night.

Very happy.

-2nd Version (Takes place after the first) (Shorter, VERY short, than the last)-

"Wasp offline Bumblebot if it last thing Wasp do!"

The crazed mech slid his back down the cave.

"What is Wasp thinking? It no use. Bumblebot's friends NEVER going to let Wasp get near to Bumblebot." He asked, helm in his servos.

"What if I were to help?" A femme voice asked.

Wasp looked up to see a purple seeker.

"S-Syndrome?" He stammered.

Syndrome smirked, "Yeah cutie."

Wasp blushed and grabbed Syndrome's servos, pulling her close.

"Wasp love Syndrome. Wasp want Syndrome to help Wasp take down Bumblebot," He smirked.

"Why wouldn't I?" Syndrome asked.

Wasp grabbed the femme's cheeks and kissed her.

They spent the night plotting against the yellow bot.

They were perfect for each other.

Erin: Ain't that cute?

No more or pairings thank you.

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