A few days after Ironhide's humiliation, Bee decided he wanted to share the brilliance of the comedian Jeff Dunham with Prowl. Prowl sat silent through out the skit, while Bee fell out laughing. When it was over he looked to Bee, then to the monitor and back again, "Is this necessary, Bumblebee?"

Jazz pounced on Prowl's back, "You can't hate Jeff Dunham! This guy Is sweet!" Prowl almost fell from the sudden extra weight.

"Get… Off…" Prowl glared back at Jazz not liking the fact he had just about been knocked into the computer.

Meanwhile Ironhide was standing next to his berth, watching his recharging femme. He relished the way the sunlight slid over her soft blue and chrome frame, she mumbled and shifted as her dreams changed. Sadly the quiet moment was blown to pieces with a loud boom that shook the base slightly.

"What the frag!?" Ironhide lurched out the door, Chromia right behind him, having been yanked out of recharge. Ratchet sped past them muttering, "I bet he half blew himself up…" his kit in hand and a scowl on his face to hide the worry.

Diving into the smoking door Ratchet called, "WheelJack?" His optics little use in the clouded room, he made his way slowly through the rubble of the room. "WheelJack?!" He called louder, the door, half off its hinges, had a crowd of the other Autobots waiting to see if he had done it this time.

"I'm…" WheelJack coughed, "… over here…." He was pinned under a slab of the ceiling. Ratchet called back inside for help, Prowl, Bumblebee and the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker came to help. Leaving the other four to move the slab Ratchet shimmied to WheelJack's side as soon as he could.

"Jeez WheelJack, do you think you screwed up enough this time?" Sideswipe asked with a grunt from the slab's weight. Ratchet and WheelJack glared at him, if looks could kill. Both of the twins gasped and ran away, leaving Prowl and Bumblebee with the cement. It hit the floor almost immediately.

"If I had all of my legs that would have really hurt…" WheelJack commented looking just below his knees where the ceiling landed.

"Glad to see your humor is still intact." Ratchet said rummaging through his bag. Turning back to the injured mech Ratchet bash him over the head with a wrench. "You idiot! How many times have I told you to not blow up yourself! We need you alive!" Translation, 'Don't scare me like that ever again you slag for brains!' WheelJack squirmed moving a couple inches.

"Everything was connected how it was suppose to be.. All the calculations were correct…" he was still trying to figure out what had gone wrong himself, though he only gained another knock to the head from Ratchet.

"Stop moving, you've lost too much fluid already…"

"Ow…" he grumbled, his optics flickering, "You don't have to be so mean… you know I'd prefer that in private…" He slipped offline, still alive, just unconscious. Ratchet blushed and glanced to Prowl and Bee who looked at him questioningly.

"He's out of it…" he muttered quickly turning back to WheelJack, "He has no Idea what he is saying." Looking to them again he snapped, "Well, get over here and help me get him to the med bay!"

Leaving yet another demolished room the base seemed to take a giant sigh of relief seeing WheelJack was alive at least. Chromia tilted her head and asked Ratchet if he was able to repair her old friend, Ironhide stood comfortingly behind her. Elita and Optimus were much in the same position close by. Jazz took Bee's half of WheelJack just as SunStreaker tackled the yellow mech.

"Play Station!!" SunStreaker cried, "Come on!! I am so going to pwn your aft this time!"

"Can't that Wait!? We need to get him to the med bay!" Ratchet cried.

"Oh… Right, sorry." SunStreaker grinned sheepishly.

"I am dizzy… Why is the world spinning so fast?" WheelJack babbled. "I can't feel my spleen…"

"You don't have a spleen WheelJack," Ratchet told him gently.

"Oh…. That's why it feels so empty…"

"Yes… that's why it feels so empty…" he shook his head and said, "Someone get the door."

With WheelJack finally in the medical bay to be repaired BumbleBee was allowed to be kid napped by SunStreaker to play games. It was an observation of many of the 'bots that they spent a lot of time together. Prowl and Jazz seemed to find this most amusing, Chromia thought it was cute Ironhide didn't seem to have an opinion.

Optimus observed the base and all his friends, for being in the middle of a war there was much love in the air. As the humans would say 'Spring fever' though he wasn't completely sure why they called it that. The couples melted away to more private places, Jazz and Prowl outside, Chromia and Ironhide to the armory, BumbleBee and SunStreaker to the game room. Elita walked up and dragged Optimus to his office, Ratchet grumbled and fussed at WheelJack in his dazed state as he worked quickly to stop the fluid loss.

And so we end the day with much love and eased stress. Till next Chapter 3