A/N: whoo! This was a long week. It's not even over yet! Gosh, School is difficult, sad, and extremely unorganized. Well, my school is very unorganized. Nobody knows where to go all because of these new STAAR tests. Thank Primus I don't have to take them. They sound hard…. Shut up! I did not mean it like that! ;) or maybe I did. No I really didn't.

By the way, a Vorn is approximately 83yrs.

Prowl sat at his desk and groaned. Even by going to Jazz's quarters he didn't get any recharge. "Excuse me!" Prowl looked up to the entrance of his office.

"May I help you, Primus?"

The white femme smirked. She liked his new attitude towards her. Perhaps she should seduce Unicron more often. "Probably not. I doubt a lowly mech like you could help a mighty god like me."

"Then, what, may I ask, are you doing here?"

"Do you know what happened to my precious All Spark?"

"Shouldn't you, As Primus, know that?"

Primus turned her helm away. "As soon as it left my planet I have no way of knowing what has happened to it. After all I am only the god of Cybertron."

Prowl stared at the femme. Perhaps it would be better if he let Prime deal with the situation. "Perhaps it would be best for you to ask Prime."

"I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this."

Prowl straightened up. "Is that a threat?" Primus leaned over Prowl's desk. Prowl scowled. "It was destroyed to prevent futher violent actions from the decepticons."

Primus slowly leaned away from Prowl's desk. A look of shock on her faceplates. "It's…."

Prowl stood up. "Are you….Alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Am I alright?" Primus asked slowly. "Am I alright?" He voice raised a few notches. "AM I ALRIGHT?" She screamed. "I am on the brink of complete processor meltdown, and YOU want to know if I'm alright!"

Prowl was taken aback. "I apologize. Perhaps it would be better for Prime to talk to you about it."

Primus shook her helm. "I don't want to hear it you little stylus pusher! Do you know what it took to create that!"

"If you did it once it would be logical to assume you could do it again."

"Do not talk like it was soo easy! A Cybertronian life was given up to create that thing!" Primus screamed running at Prowl for a forceful tackle. At the same moment Prowl's office door shot open.

"PRI PRI, STOP!" Unicron grabbed Primus' chassis before she could carry out her craved action.

"He thinks we can just up and make a new All Spark!" Primus screamed struggling against Unicron's grasp.

"Listen, Pri Pri, I know how your feeling right now, I'm feeling the same way. I know you just want to attack, and fight until what you lost is returned to you, but remember what we talked about a few hundred vorns ago. You cannot solve all your conflicts with tacklage!"

"ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS SEE HER AGAIN!" Primus stopped fighting, and smashed her faceplates against Unicron's chassis. "But they took her away from me, again!" Her screams came out muffled.

"I know, Pri Pri. I know." Unicron grasped the white femme in a hug, gently rubbing her back as she calmed down. "I am very sorry, Prowl. We will be leaving now." He softly led the femme away from Prowl's office.

Primus hugged onto Unicron's side. Her faceplates hidden in his side. He could tell she was crying. She had a habit of wanting to hide her faceplates when she was crying. It was "Ungodly" as she called it, to be crying.

"Do you want to go back to the room?" Unicron questioned. To his surprise she answered him through their bond.

Please. She immediately closed the bond after the short interaction.

"Alright, but I think I've earned more than my fair share of the leftover energon candies."

Primus giggled and nodded against his side.

Unicron looked down at the floor. He hated seeing her like this. He gently nudged her side of the bond trying, and hoping for her to comply and open it. She refused, and the blocked bond remained.

Unicron got DENIED! I think the next chapter might be to explain who 'she' is. But I'm too sure...