Ok! Well I really enjoyed typing up this chapter. I wont ramble on for an age so here's the next chapter.

Blue optics narrowed into icy slits of death when Sunstreaker whispered his idea into Sideswipes audio.

"You want me to do what?" She hissed quietly to her brother as they both crouched outside of the control room.

The original plan was to sneak into the control room while Red Alert was in there, tie her to the chair and then hack into the bases file to find Prowls door combination so they could 're-decorate' her room while she was on parol. Now they had arrived and Ironhide was there instead of the timid, little security bot.

"It's quite simple Sides, just distract him by wagging your aft or something, maybe a lap dance would do the trick and while you've got him distracted I'll grab the codes and run."

"No way!" She almost shrieked but quickly lowered her voice when the bulky mech at the monitor looked around cautiously.

"Please Sides! Its only for a few minutes." he pleaded but then added slyly, "Plus I know you have the hots for him, you cant wait to get your hands on him."

"That was a low blow brother."

"Truth hurts, deal with it."

"I'm going to kill you Sunny." She whispered harshly, "I'll give you three minutes, anymore and your on your own."

"Yes! Thank you!" he smiled and pat her on the shoulder, "Alright, go show him what you got!" He chuckled giving her a bit of a push.

'I cant believe I'm doing this!' She inwardly cringed. 'But I must and I shall!'

"Oh, Ironhide!" She called dirtily and threw one last glare at her brother before throwing a slender leg into the black mechs line of sight and wriggling it.

Ironhide, who had turned at the mention of his name, looked on in confusion as Sideswipe wrapped her leg around the corner of the door and drew her body into view.

".. The slag." He asked in wonderment as she sauntered over to him, swaying her hips saucily. The femme placed a hand on his shoulder and slinkered behind his chair. Running her hand along his back teasingly, she spun his chair around to face her.

"What's a big, strong, mech like you doing in a command center?" She purred into his audio, throwing a quick glance over to meet her brothers optics. Taking this as his hint to act, he slipped from his place behind the door and crept up to the monitor on the other side.

"To had… Had to." He stuttered, staring up at her in a daze. She placed her legs either side of him and straddled his lap. The hulking mech shuddered when she gabbed his hand and ran it down her breast plate.

Sideswipe spent the next two minutes talking dirty to the mech and caressing on, in and around his armor.

Sunstreaker gave her the thumbs up and went to crawl out of the room. Unfortunately for him Ironhide caught a flash of yellow out of the corner of his optic.

"Sunstrea.." He was cut off, however, when the femme on his lap placed a hand on either side of his face plate and pulled him in for a rough kiss. She tilted her head and threw a nasty glare to her brother, silently telling him to 'get-your-fragging-aft-in-motion!'

When he safely made out the door and out of sight she pulled away from the stunned mech.

"Well Ironhide, lets do this again some time." She offered, removing herself from his lap and making a hasty retreat to the door.

Once on the other side she met up with her laughing brother and growled, "You owe me so big!"

"But did you see the look on his face!?" He chuckled, holding his middle and doubling over.

"Do I even want to know?" A dead panned voice asked from behind them and they turned to face a very unamused Prowl.

"Prowl!" Sideswipe let out, "I thought you were on patrol."

A suddenly sheepish, almost embarrassed look crossed her features, "Yeah, well, I'm leaving now, I got a bit.. Caught up."

Sunstreaker, who by now had managed to stop laughing, raised an optic ridge.

"Well I better be going then, stay out of trouble." She finished and went on her way, deciding not to let anything about her rather eventful afternoon slip.

"Weird." Sideswipe spoke after a minute of silence.

Sunstreaker nodded in agreement, still looking after the tactician.

With out another word they both continued down the hallway towards Prowls quarters.

Prowl sighed and started her engine after transforming on the outside of the base. The episode with Jazz still fresh on her CPU as she pulled out onto a gravel back road that lead into Tranquillity. Apparently Bumblebee wasn't feeling too well and had called in sick, meaning she couldn't do the town route, leaving Prowl as their only alternative seeing as Ironhide was on monitor duty and Jazz was doing the route towards the next town which started halfway through her own. Naturally she was next on the list.

It gave her a lot of time to think about her current situation, but the only thing in her mind at the moment was along the lines of, 'Jazz, kiss, Ahhhh!'She would be fine with thinking over her predicament if she still had the slightest sense of logic left. Since she didn't, however, it was rather scary because the only thing she wanted to was run back in and jump the mech.

A second sigh escaped her, this was going to be a long night.

Bumblebee moaned when something twisted and clenched painfully in her abdomen. If this continued she'd have to go and see Ratchet, though it was probably just a virus of some sort.

"You sure your ok, Bee?" Sam asked looking up at her worriedly, his arm wrapped loosely around his girlfriends shoulder.

"I'm fine." She groaned and crossed her arms over her midsection, rocking forwards over them in pain. The humans looked on in confusion as she leaned back against the old tree near the edge of the look out and let her head loll back to rest against the moistened bark.

It was awkward watching the large alien robot moaning and rolling around in pain, the two teens sat down and decided to take her mind off the twisting in her mid section.

"So, ah.. How do you like being a femme?" Sam asked unsurely.

Completely ignoring his question the femme flickered off her optics and announced that Ratchet was on his way.

"That bad?" Mikaela asked, placing her hand on the yellow femme's foot plating tenderly sending her remorse.

Bee sniffed and nodded, "Uh, huh."

After a few antagonising moments of strained grunts, headlights appeared on the horizon.

The familiar whir of Ratchets transformation filtered over to them. The old medic walked briskly over to the young femme and knelt down beside her.

"What's the matter Bumblebee?" he asked smoothly, looking to her in expectation.

"I don't know! It feels kind of like a virus but its more down here." she finished pointing to her lower abdomen.

Ratchet's optics were cool and calculating for a while, until he was suddenly laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Why are you laughing?" Sam asked in confusion.

After a moment of heavy chuckles the medic drew in a breath through his intakes to cool his systems.

"Sam, Mikaela, I am sure you've heard of a menstrual cycle before?" He questioned and waited for their reactions.

"Yeah.." they looked at each other for a bit before their eyes grew wide. "O-oh…" Mikaela stuttered sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.

"You mean, Bee.. Is on her rags?" Sam asked incredulously.

A look of frustration crossed Ratchets face plates, "No Sam, this is only somewhat like a human females period. It happens every few orns and it is simply when a femme's sparkling chamber needs to re-new its self."

"Oh, ok, I totally understand." Sam stated and looked back up to his guardian, "Bee what's it like to be on your rags?" He teased, only to be smacked up the back of the head by Mikaela.

Bee almost died of embarrassment, here she was whining like a sparkling over what every femme in the universe had to go through. Some great warrior she was.

"Remind me to always appreciate femmes." She groaned looking around the group.

Mikaela just giggled.

"I know how you feel Bee, I know how you feel."

There you go, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it.

MGW