Ok, that chapter was short…even by my standards. SO! To bridge the gap, I'm writing another that's slightly longer! 8D

Oh, and Hasbro owns all original characters. I own mah OC's.

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Chapter 11: Showdown or Playtime?

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"…so, what you're saying, Ratchet, is that this sparkling is an Autobot. You're sure this time? I don't wish to repeat the incident with Sunstreaker. Amusing as it was…"

Ironhide was staring at the sparklings running around his legs, playing tag. "Positive. Look at his armor." The Weapons Specialist looked down to see the red mark on Floodlight's helmet.

"Prime won't be happy. But at least it's an Autobot this time. Maybe it won't be so bad."

"But how will Bee react?" the Medic looked at him questioningly.

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"Oh slag."

From afar, and in her alt mode, Quakeshot spied the group from a lookout point. This was not good. Not good at all. They had lost their only bartering chip, and Primus only knows how Starscream would react…

"Uh, Shift?"

"Yeah, yeah, I see 'em. What do we do now, genius?"

"Call 'Cade. He'll go through anything to get Turret back. Old mech's gone soft on us! Honestly…"

"Right. I'm contacting Screamer right now."

"I was hoping to get 'Cade directly…I'll confront them, you wait for back up."

"Are you sure?" Shift's voice was skeptical.

"Yes," Quakeshot smiled internally. "I've been wanting to meet Ironhide for some time now."

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As the two chugged back to base(with both sparkling asleep in the back of Ratchet), they suddenly found the road blocked by a navy blue Dodge Viper. Skidding to a halt, the car stopped…and transformed. A femme stood before them. A decepticon femme, arms crossed and looking haughty.

"What?!" Ironhide transformed, canons crackling to life. "Ratchet! Get them out of here. Now!" Normally the Medic wouldn't have listened, but even he could tell…this was between them. Making a wide turn, he sped off in the other direction.

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"Alright, I'll ask. How the Pit did a femme get past Megatron's extermination, huh?" Ironhide looked at the femme in slight surprise. The femme sneered, "Wouldn't you like to know. We have our ways. Now, you, I know you. Ironhide, famous trigger happy and Weapons Techmaster for the Autobots, correct?" He nodded, wary of her every move. "Well then." Arms changing into canons before his optics, she smirked. "Wanna dance?"

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It didn't take Ratchet long to figure out he was being followed. A rather customized grey and red MazdaRX-8 was following him at breakneck speeds.

'Forget Screamer!' she snarled in her mind, 'I can take this one myself!'

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Ooooohhh…Ratchet's in trouble and Ironhide's found a sparring partner. What's gonna happen now:O