Ugh…heat plus school equals pain and brain in the heatstroke ward. So, I'm kinda messed up right now. And I'm tired.

Gh: Uh, Rice? Can we move along? We're ready over here.

Me: Whu? Oh, right. Story. Long one too.

Chapter 7: Floodlight

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"Alright, kid. Move it. Come on."

The white sparkling clicked and squeaked indignantly. "Floodlight, stop it." The little mech gave one last click and stared at her.

Quakeshot sighed. The navy blue Decepticon femme was in charge of keeping an optic on the little sparkling, and she hated it. Just because she was a femme didn't mean she was a stinkin' nurse!

Buuuuut…the kid wasn't so bad. He wasn't as whiny as other sparklings. She'd seen them.

"Alright, alright, we'll go outside. Just please…try not to bring in animals again."

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Barricade watched the two enviously. He wouldn't admit it, but he missed Turret. A lot.

He'd tried to approach the femmes, Quakeshot and Shift( the mechanic/ medic), but one of the mechs, Gh, he remembered his name was, had told him to not disturb them. He hadn't listened.

Shift had thrown a laser scalpel at him with surprising accuracy and sent a stream of curse words at him. He'd never heard so many curses in one sentence. Even from Megatron. And that other femme, Quakeshot, had snarled and pointed at her twin canons at him. She was overprotective of the sparkling, that was for sure.

So…Why did they remind him of some…oh, never mind.

He couldn't stop worrying about the little femme. What were those Autobots doing to her?

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"GAH! Stop shredding my armor, you little glitch!"

"Make me!"

"Sides! Help me get her off! She's ripping my armor off!"

"Alright, hold still. Come on, you- OWCH! She scratched me!"

"Not fun, is it?"

"Mute it, you!"

"Make me! Ow! Fraggin little Deceptispawn!

"Yeah, well, yellow's an ugly color!"

"You'll pay for that! Ow! I'll never get these scratches out now!"

"Stop being such a sparkling! OW! Stop it!"

The cackling sparkling found herself lifted up by Ratchet. She immediately stopped squirming and looked up at the Medic. "Hey Ratchet." She squeaked. "Turret, what did I tell you about attacking Sunny?" the yellow mech was moaning over his now scratched and dented armor. "Oh, mute it, you sparkling!" snarled Ratchet. "It can be fixed! Now, Turret, say you're sorry." The brown and green femme smiled innocently at the distraught mech, and said, "Sorry." Sunny merely grunted in response.

Ironhide smiled. So this was the little youngling that drove Sunny up the wall. He had heard about her from Bee, who was spending more time with Sam. Not surprising. He really wanted nothing to do with the Decepticon femme.

His opinion? Anyone who bothered Sunny like that couldn't be all bad.