A/N: I'm staying home alone this weekend. And my prowl side has already began showing. I have everything, and I mean EVERYTHING planned. Minute, by minute, by minute. It's weird. I even began asking my mom what time I should expect them to leave. Her answers are not working for me. "oh late Friday, or early Saturday… I don't know." How do you NOT know what day you're leaving? HOW?

By the end of this weekend I bet my Red Alert side will be showing as well. I actually have that planned. If I'm not being paranoid at the time I have another activity planned. I can see it now. When my Mom and Dad gets back I'll be rocking back and forth in the corner muttering something about megatron coming to kill me or something.

HAS ANYBODY SEEN THE NEW TRAILER FOR TRANSFORMERS FALL OF CYBERTRON? The thing is badass! go and watch it right now!

Primus walked down the hall looking for a certain mech. "Where the frag is that slaghead?"

*BOOM*

Primus' head snapped to the sound of the explosion. "Was that Wheeljack, or the slaghead?" She slowly walked toward the room that must have been the home of the explosion. Primus mentally prepared herself before knocking.

"COME INNN!"

Primus slowly opened the door and walked in.

"Oh! Hey Pri Pri!" The red mech stood in front of a bucket full of acid pellets.

"Where's Wheeljack, Slaghead?"

"Hehe." A nervous chuckle rang through the room.

Primus carefully angled her head upwards and let out a sigh.

"I was just showing Wheeljack how explosive acid pellets were." Unicron shrugged.

Wheeljack was stuck halfway through the ceiling. His pedes dangled down swinging helplessly. It looked like a human cartoon. Where one of the characters jump onto a trampoline and jump to high, and end up crashing through the ceiling.

"What did you do, put some on his pedes and then light them on fire?"

"Nah! We decided to stuff some into a jetpack. They give pretty good lift, but unfortunately they melt the fuel tank on the jetpack." Unicron rubbed the back of his neck.

Primus sighed. "I am sorry for Unicron's idiocy, wheeljack. I amafraid I do not have the ability to create a processor."

"Umm, that's OK," Wheeljack accepted the apology, "but before you go, will you help me out of the ceiling?"

Primus glanced at Wheeljack and huffed. "Do I look like your creator?"

"Actually, Primus is said to be all of cybertron's creator."

"Shut up, Wheeljack!" Primus waved her servo, and Wheeljack crashed ungracefully to the floor.

"ooowwww!" Wheeljack groaned.

Primus grabbed Unicron's arm, and tugged him forward out of the room. "What are you doing?" He asked suspiciously.

"I feel like having a little bit of a fun time together. That's all. You know Private time." Primus winked. Unicron stood dumbfounded as Primus continued to walk forward. "Are you coming or not?"

"Does that mean you forgive me and we can go home?"

"No." Primus answered flatly. "This means I'm still not going back until you apologize, and I finish the business I have to do."

"Ehh I'll take what I can get." Unicron shrugged running after the femme.

Prowl walked to his friend's room and knocked. "Jazz, please open up!"

Jazz opened the door. "Whatcha doin' here so late Prowler?"

"My next door neighbors can't keep the sound down. Do you mind if I stay with you?"

Jazz smirked. "Not at all, Prowler."

Just a short chapter. Sorry….