Holy shiznak. I didn't expect any reviews at all. But I guess I have some sort of talent.(Notice how it's not going to my head.)

Well, it's 5:30 over here, and I'm still tired. But I'll see what I can do.

Chapter 2: Can't Get Rid of Her Now.

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"Wha?" Optics coming online, Barricade found himself face to face with the youngling. "Hi, 'Cade." She squealed cheerfully. "Ah, so you're old enough to talk. And that's Barricade to you, missie." He snapped. The youngling only giggled. "Right, that's it!" he snarled, and he roughly picked her up by the scruff bar. But instead of the intended effect of scaring her, she seemed to think of it as a sort of ride.

"More, 'Cade, more!" she said, flailing her arms. Primus, did this thing ever shut up?!

At this point, Frenzy poked his head out from behind a crate. "Ah, so you're up." He staggered out, still sore after the sever hugging he'd gotten last night. "Yeah, I discovered something about the youngling last night. It seems-"He was cut off by the squeals of "Frenzy!" from the femme, who was now attempting to get out of Barricade's grip.

"Slagitall, keep her away from me!" Frenzy ducked out of sight.

"No swearing in front of the youngling!" growled Barricade. Frenzy poked his head out once more (to the youngling surprise and delight). "So? We always swore in front of younglings. Remember when we were taking over that Autobot Outpost that one time?" Barricade nodded. "Yeah, good times…But that's not the point."

"Then what IS the point?"

Barricade felt he didn't need to explain. Buuuuut….Frenzy was getting on his bad side at the moment, so…he placed the youngling down. Clicking and squeaking curiously, Barricade crouched down next to her and said, "Well? What are you waiting for? Go get him."

"FRENZY!"

"Oh, Primus, get her off! Mymymy internals!"

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After much laughing at Frenzy's expense…

Frenzy lay on the floor, wincing every time he moved. That youngling had a strong grip…for a femme, anyway.

Meanwhile, Barricade was learning how to actually enjoy time with the youngling. "Alright, kid, so you can talk, right?" "Right." The femme giggled, sitting on his shoulder. "So, you have a name?" he asked. The youngling tilted her head at her new guardian. "Turret!" she said, sending a long stream of clicks after the response.

"Alright then, Turret." He swung his head to the now slightly better Frenzy. "Frenzy, scan the perimeter. I want to see if there are any Autobots around." At the word 'Autobot', the youngling squeaked in dismay. As far as she was concerned, the Autobots were the 'bad guys'.

"What now?" asked Barricade, slightly annoyed. "Don't like Autobots. Wanna stay with 'Cade and Frenzy." She said stubbornly. Barricade and Frenzy exchanged a glance, the asked at the same time, "Why?"

The youngling didn't answer, instead proceeded to snuggle against Barricade's helmet.

"That's not surprising…" growled Frenzy. "She is, as the humans say, A born and bred Decepticon."

"WHAT?!" Barricade yelled, nearly causing the youngling to fall from her perch. Picking her up by the scruff bar (gently this time) he looked her over.

There was what appeared to be a violet dot on the youngling's brown and green armor. Right there, on the armor of her right hand.

It was the Decepticon insignia.

It was going to be a little harder to get rid of her now.

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Soooo? Tell me what you thought. Also, thanks to karategal. Her stories inspired me to do this.

Next chapter preview: 'Cade lets Turret join them for a drive. Big mistake.