AN: Requested by jigsaws231 over on LJ.

SN:Again not overly familiar with Tracks. And I know Bluestreak is a little out of character in the next one, but I'm playing with him having a slight edge when it comes to protecting those he cares about.

Naughty

Bluestreak quietly crept out of the quarters, careful to avoid the sweeps of the security cameras. The smirk on his face rivaled Sideswipe at his worst. As a general rule Bluestreak was not a sneaky mech; he preferred to ignore that specific set of skills whenever possible.

However occasionally, very very rarely, someone managed to push him far enough to employ some more... underhand tactics.

Case and point: Tracks. The corvette was almost as notorious as Sunstreaker when it came to his looks, and just as bad about provoking confrontations. However unlike the Lamborghini, Tracks preferred to use words to hurt his opponents. Today had been no different, except he had gone too far.

He had verbally assaulted Hound. Normally the jeep would have ignored the vain mech, but when Tracks had claimed that the earth loving mech would sell them to the Decepticons to become human, Hound had had enough. The jeep had taken off; was still gone, and Bluestreak decided enough was enough. No one purposefully hurt his friends, not when he could retaliate.

Jazz was on monitor duty, when the call came in. Did he know where Tracks was? He apparently hadn't reported for a shift on guard duty, luckily Bluestreak had been around and volunteered to take the shift. The vain mech was also not answering his com. Jazz answered negative, before leaning back a contemplative look on his face. When Blaster came to relieve him, the porche head towards the corvette's quarters.

There was a bit of a commotion when he arrived. Half the mechs in attendance were on the ground laughing. Jazz pushed himself to the front and had to bite back his own laughter. Tracks had been packaged up like an oversized action figure, unable to twitch a servo. On the box was written: "Tracks: Vain, egotistical, and self-absorbed. Likes to run his vocalizer. Perfect target for pranks and revenge. A real collectible, just don't scratch the paint. " Another smaller note, one very few mechs had noticed read: "Debt: Paid-in-full".

At the sight of the smaller note, Jazz turned on his heels and made his way down to the brig. Casually he leaned next to Bluestreak. "So how did you manage it?"

"Why Jazz I have no idea what you're talking about it. I've been on guard duty since Tracks never showed. I wonder what happened to him. ..."

Jazz shot a sidelong glance at the sharpshooter. "And you just happened to have nothing better to do then hang out where you were sure to hear about Tracks not turning up for duty."

A naughty smile spread itself across Bluestreak's face. "I just wanted to help out. You can't blame me if we have such irresponsible mechs in our ranks."

Jazz shook his head, and listened to Bluestreak ramble. The kid was good, even if he didn't use his skills too often. He wouldn't turn him in; he had no proof. Besides it wasn't like Tracks hadn't been asking for it.