Hello all! Wow, thanks for all the lovely reviews, story alerts and favourite stories I really love them all! Anyway its school holidays at the moment (Yay!) so I have all the time in the world to update.

Well I hope you enjoy it!

Music flowed from the silver mechs speakers as he practically floated down the arks walkways. Bots threw strange glances in his direction, but the saboteur proved that ignorance is bliss as he continued to glide past them.

Jazz couldn't believe how lucky he was, the sexy and handsome mech he had been crushing on had just been turned into an equally sexy and beautiful femme. He smiled and thought the world was smiling with him.

In reality every one just stared at him, sympathetic and preying they didn't catch what ever it was he had as they watched him prance gaily down the hall singing some Earth love song he'd picked up off the internet.

Before long his sweet ride of love carried him to Prowls office where the femme was most likely filling out paper work. He rapped rhythmically on the door before it swished open to reveal Prowl sitting behind the desk and, who would of guess it, was filling out paper work.

"Jazz I'm kind of busy, those days in the med bay left me behind on reports come back later." She sighed, not looking up from her data pad.

Undeterred, Jazz leaped into the room and made it to her desk in three strides, singing the whole way.

All the while Prowl watched on in a mixture of confusion and irritation, what did some one have to do for a little peace and quiet around here?

"Jazz, please go away." She pleaded in exasperation, those reports were due that afternoon and she'd only completed a fraction of the pile.

The smile fell from the lieutenants face plates and the music faltered then died, "Oh, uh… sorry Prowl, I'll ah, come back later." Jazz smiled slightly and rubbed the back of his helm.

The mood was ruined, dead, shot down with a flame thrower as the mech sulked and slunk out of the second in commands office. 'Prowl can be such an aft!'He thought bitterly, 'Ah… Prowl.'

The dreamy smile reappeared on his face plate and the music filtered back out from with in his chest cavity, as he skipped back down the corridor to where Prowls door was.

Three minutes later he slunk back out. 'Prowl is an aft!'He then sighed with a far away look in his optics, 'Ah…Prowl.'

"I bet he goes in again." Sideswipe almost giggled, almost, but brought herself up short. Those feminine habits were getting harder and harder to control, like just last night she had cried and screamed because she chipped a bit of her paint. Poor Sunstreaker had to sit through the whole thing and reassure her that she looked just fine, lest he'd get her pulse rifle jammed up his aft. If it was already this hard to control it and it had only happened yesterday, imagine how hard it would be in a few weeks!

"I wouldn't doubt it." her yellow twin chuckled and watched as the small silver mech down the hall got that dreamy look again and danced back up to Prowls office. That had been what, the nineteenth time he had done it? If Prowl was such a genius, wouldn't she realise that if she just connected with him, then she could do her work while he was happily snoozing away? Wait, this is Prowl we're talking about, she still doesn't even realise the poor mech is swooning over her yet. Such a prude.

Sideswipe just brought her legs up to rest on the table and looked around her twin until her optics rested on Ironhide.

The burly weapons specialist had complimented on the shape of her aft after they had left the med bay the day before. Usually the red femme would smirk and add the compliment to her mountain of ego, not really thinking much of it. Now some grouchy mech she hardly ever got along with compliments on her body and she's thinking about every five to ten minutes. 'Damn female hormones!'She scowled and viciously tore her gaze away from the black mech.

But not before Sunstreaker noticed and smirked, giving her that -I know something I shouldn't- look.

"What?" She snapped glaring at the yellow mech, her optics darting angrily back and forth between his own.

Sunstreakers smirk only widened as he leaned back in his chair, "Oh… nothing…"

"Sunny!"

"Sides!"

"Primus, would you two just shut the frag up?!"

The twins whipped the heads around to glare murderously at Ironhide, who was casually leaning back in his chair, their gases not affecting him in the least.

"Stay out of this!" They snapped together.

The mech just waved his hands in front of him in surrender and left the rec room all together.

Sideswipe watched his retreating form until he was well out of sight and sighed. The yellow bot beside her jumped to his feet and pointed at her, "You so like him!" he shouted in disbelief, "Out of all the mechs on base you had to fall for our arch nemesis?!"

"I do not like him!" she shouted, trying desperately to hang on to her dignity but failing.

She shouldn't of transformed! She shouldn't have told them anything! Now they were laughing and pointing at her like it was no big deal but it was!

"Dude! How are you able to leave the base like that?" Sam Witwicky laughed and rolled back against the tree, Mikaela had somewhat regained her composure and thwacked the boy, who had yet to mature, upside the head.

"Sam! Your not helping his, uh… I mean, her… Bee's! Your not helping Bee's problem." she stuttered then touched the warm metal on the yellow scouts leg, "Bee, its ok, Wheeljack will be able to fix it alright?"

The young femme sniffed and nodded, "I hope so."

"So… ah, what now?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his head bashfully.

Bee transformed and opened the front doors, "You wanna go for a drive?"

"Sure Bee." Mikaela answered sweetly and climbed into the Camaro.

Leaves floated into the air as the sleek sports car cruised down the old deserted roads on the out skirts of Tranquillity.

Everything was going fine as they just drove to no place in particular, singing to whatever song they knew and talking and joking in between. That is until a hauntingly familiar siren pierced the air and police interceptor pulled out from a side street behind them.

There was a short terse 'shit' that came from Sam as the cruiser rammed Bee's bumper, just before the yellow femme floored it. Speed wasn't enough to shake the decepticon so Bee slammed on the brakes and slide around in a tight U-turn. Shooting past the surprised decepticon and searching for a soft patch of grass to dispose of her humans. Finally finding one, she slammed on the brakes and opened the doors as a way of telling her charges to get out.

The femme started to transform before they even touched the ground and turned to the advancing cop car, who was half way through his own transformation.

"Get out of here." she shouted over her shoulder, leaving no room for protest.

Barricade finished his transformation and went to lunge on his enemy but stopped short and just stared at her.

"What's wrong Barry?" She taunted and smirked, "Afraid you'll get your aft handed to you by a femme?"

If the black mech had heard her comment he didn't show it, as he just continued to stare at her. Slowly, oh so slowly, he came out of his stupor and shook his head.

"You're a transie-bot?" He asked incredulously, taking a step back.

Bee growled dangerously, "What do you want Barricade?"

"Primus! You're a transie-bot!" The decepticon laughed out right and looked the femme over again.

It was quiet strange for Sam to see the decepticon laugh, under a year ago the mech had pinned him against a car, intent on tearing him to shreds. Now he was in front of him laughing!

Bee didn't see it the way Sam did, she only saw red hot fury and took advantage of the black mechs distraction to deliver a shattering blow to the mechs lower jaw. His laugh turned to cry of shock and pain as he was sent flailing backwards onto his back.

Before he could get up the yellow femme was upon him again, pinning him to the ground by his wrist and straddled on his broad chest.

"I said, 'What are you doing here'?!" she spat, resisting the urge to tear the mech to shreds for taunting her.

The mech had stifled his laughter, but once he looked up at her again the deep chuckles erupted from him once more.

Bee was surprised to say the least, she hadn't heard him laugh like that since their youngling days. A sudden sadness washed over her and she recoiled from the black mech. They had been such great friends back then, before the war.

Flash back.

No body really cared when they passed the homeless younglings on the street, sometimes dropping credits into the small cup beside the metallic sheets leaning unsteadily against the crumbling buildings side wall.

A small black form sat out the front, leaning heavily on an old storage box that had long since been past its prime. There was a commotion off to the side as a small yellow dart shot through the crowds towards him.

"Barricade!" His friend shouted coming to a screeching holt in front of the lounging mech.

Said young mech sighed and smiled lazily, "Yes Bee?"

The youngling fidgeted before replying, "The good news is I scored a bag of energon candy!" He stated proudly, holding up said bag and waving it in front of the other little mechs face.

Barricade narrowed his optics slightly, "And the bad news?"

"There's a bunch of local authorities chasing me so we gotta run!" he shouted grabbing the black mech and hoisting him up before taking off down a deserted alley way.

They laughed quietly as the old mechs rushed past down the road.

"Huh, still cant catch us!" Bee laughed and crawled out from underneath a old grandstand. Barricade joined in the laughter.

"I don't know how'd you'd survive around here with me Bee." He chuckled dusting himself off and shaking his head.

Bee puffed out his chest, "I'd survive just fine!"

"You would not."

"Would too!"

"Give me some of that candy!"

Soon after they had left their youngling stages, the war broke out. Bee had favoured what the autobots stood for, equality and independence, while Barricade had favoured the decepticon view point, survival of the fittest and power.

When the day came when the streets were far too dangerous for anyone they had agreed to join an accepting academy. What they didn't agree on was which academy, so they had argued and said some nasty thing neither had meant and went their different ways. The next time they had met, it was as enemies.

Bee hadn't slept for an orn after realising Barricade wasn't Barricade anymore. The mech had pulled a gun on him and fired.

After the war grew in intensity they didn't even recognise each other and became hated enemies.

End Flashback.

Bee rolled off Barricade and transformed opening her doors for her human charges and sped off once they were safely tucked into her alt mode. Today was the first time since the beginning of the war she had seen the old Barricade and it frightened her.

"Ok… did I miss something?" Sam asked, confusion evident in his voice.

Bee just picked up speed and sighed, "It's nothing Sam."

Though not completely convinced the two humans didn't push the matter.

So obviously there were a few pairing in this chapter, mainly Jazz/Prowl Bee/Cade and a little Sides/Ironhide. I'm still not sure of the others but I'll compromise as I go along XD

Much love MGW.