This came from one of many plot bunnies that seem to want to make my life harder.

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Retrokill: Thank you! I hope you like the mini battle scenes in this chapter as well.

DarkshadowXsunny-sides: Aww! I know the feeling. That song is one of the two that inspired this story. It's the perfect two by auburn. It's on YouTube and its really sweet. Glad you liked it.

ThePegasusDevice: I know finally right?! Especially for Sam, Which frankly makes sense since he and his fiancé saved the world twice together and died or nearly died together thousands of times. There is not a woman on this planet that would understand him more than her. Now onto more cuteness!

Text:" =Two way conversation out loud for extended time.

S.S = Twins speaking in unison

Jazz: "Well. Ain't tha a sight to see."

Hide: "I never thought I'd see the day that either the Decepticons surrendered, or that those two would get married."

Bee: "Ohh, It's definitely the end times."

We all burst out laughing at his comment. We couldn't help it, it was just that funny."

Prowl: "Okay...what did I miss?"

Me: "Sunny and Sides proposed. We're getting married!"

We all laughed as Prowl glitched again. I guess that no one saw this coming. That's okay. I love their surprises. It's what makes life fun.

Mom: "This calls for a celebration! You are all invited to spend Thanksgiving with us!"

Almost everyone frowned, as usual Sam, Epps, Will, Mikaela and Bumblebee, were the only ones who knew what she was talking about. Man for a group of advanced robotic beings who have been on the planet since 2007, they sure knew very little about some human customs.

Prime: "What is Thanksgiving?"

Kyler: " .God. They don't know-"

Me: "Yes they don't know a lot of earth's customs. Guys Thanksgiving is a holiday where we meet with family, share what we're grateful for, and eat a large feast to commemorate our survival through the year. It's a long tradition that families in the U.S have been celebrating since its founding."

Mom: "And I want all of you to be with us. You guys are family to us, and I will consider it a personal insult if you are not there. Will, Epps, Sam this includes you guys too. Arabella and I will do all the cooking, though I will need to go shopping for the necessary supplies."

Kyler: "It'll be just like old times when we would throw parties for dad and his buddies. Uhhh, out of curiosity... what's on the menu?"

Mom: "The usual turkey with gravy, mashed potatoes, corn, stuffing, macaroni and cheese, collard greens, rolls, and biscuits. And that is just the main course all made from scratch."

I smiled as the bots looked perplexed. Though we can eat human food we tend not to by the order of Ratchet. He must have looked up the holiday because he was scowling at my mother, who was giving him her trademark "Don't you dare" leer.

Ratchet: "Prime I don't think it would be wise to celebrate such a holiday, it may not be the healthiest tradition that we should take part in."

Me: "Please? My family is here, and you always say that you guys need to experience human customs. This is one of them, and how would it look if the Prime did not hold true to what he says?"

Sides: "Please? Pretty pretty please?"

Sunny: "She is our mother in law, and we do not wish to upset her by having you offend her gratuitous offer."

Prime: "All right. We will celebrate this holiday, in the name of new family, friends and today's victory. However will be taking a few of you with her to gather her supplies."

Elita: "We will go. It will give us a chance to see how humans prepare for this holiday."

Me: "Epic! Oh and speaking of victories... by chance how many Con's as a team did we defeat today?"

Chromia: "Six. Why?"

Me: "Sunny, do you have a paint pen I can use?"

Sunny: "Of course my sweet. Here, why do you need it?"

I took the gift that Stormbreaker had given me out of my sub space and uncapped it. I then wrote Autobots on the wall in neat lettering. I took the stamp and pressed it to the wall, then I wrote x6 next to it. I am starting a kill wall.

Ironhide: "What the frag?"

Me: "During plane flights and other military battles it used to be a tradition to take the amount of kills a team or individual had and either put it on the plane or on a wall to commemorate their victory, while also letting the enemies know how dangerous of a person you were. I got the stamp as a gift when I left the Matrix, and I thought that it would help to boost morale if we could see how great of a job we are doing."

Everyone smiled. I can't be the only happy one all the time, plus I have to make up for lost time on cheering people up. I was out too long.

Ironhide: "Gimme that. Prime we're going to need a few more of these and another wall, everyone else's kills won't fit.

The next day

Elita's point of view

Humans are very strange creatures. They seem to have created a holiday where the main purpose is eating large amounts of food. How they gather this food is even stranger. We took the ground bridge to Arabella's home town and did our shopping there. The stores we went into were incredibly crowded. There were many people shoving and shouting, some were even taking things out of other's carts and baskets for themselves. What a barbaric way to gather nutrients.

Mrs. Brinks: "Okay ladies, here's the thing. People are going to try and fight you for your items. Hold firm and do not let them have it. Scare them off, hit them, do what you have to, but we must leave with all of the items on each of your lists."

Arabella: "Do not be alarmed. The store is usually peaceful, however due to Christmas coming up and the fact that it is the day before when we and many others need the food, people are getting desperate. So be on guard and don't be afraid to shoot them your best death glare if they give you trouble."

Arcee: "All right. This seems straight forward. Where shall we meet upon completion of the shopping?"

Arabella: "Meet my mom and I in the retail department. Send me a com if problems arise, you have questions, or when you're heading to the designated meeting spot. Oh and whatever you do... do not let your cart out of your sight."

Chromia: "Indeed. I've seen 7 humans steal from others and we've only been in the building for 3.76 minutes."

Me: "All right good luck femmes! Roll out!"

It was brutal. I had to scold a few people for trying to take some of my products from me. Chromia nearly punched a mech out for touching her desired produce choice. Arcee seemed to be enjoying herself as she raced around the store with Moonracer, seeing who could get what faster. The only problem those two ran into was a femme who needed a sack of flour from the top shelf. As they retrieved it, she attempted to run off with their whole cart and basket, only to be stopped by Arabella when she rounded the corner. With one glare the woman backed away slowly. It took at least an hour before we all reported back to the designated area. We were waiting on Tia. She was retrieving the necessary dairy products for Mrs. Brinks.

Moonracer: "Do you think she needs assistance?"

Arcee: "I don't think so. That being said, Arabella had to help us with that one glitch head."

Chromia: "I can't believe someone would do such a thing. These humans are beginning to remind me of the con's!"

Me: "Chromia, they are not that bad. They are a bit misguided, but they are no where near the Decepti-"

Tia: " YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE WITH MY CHEESE!"

Mrs. Brinks: "GET HIM! HE'S GOT THE BUTTERMILK TOO!"

Arabella: " OH HELL NO! YOU! COME HERE! DON'T MAKE US CHASE YOU OR YOU WILL REGRET IT!"

Poor unfortunate soul: "UP YOUR'S HOE! THIS SHIT IS MINE!"

Mrs. Brinks: "I KNOW you didn't just call my daughter a hoe!"

Tia: "You've done it now! GET HIM MRS. BRINKS!"

Mrs. Brinks: "YAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Poor unfortunate soul: "AHHHHHHH! OW OW OW OW OW OW! PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE!"

Mrs. Brinks: "I better not hear you say such a thing again! Lest you want your new nickname to be fire. I have no qualms about stomping your ass out! GIRLS! LETS. GO."

She shouted as she righted herself with her trophies. With the exception of Arabella and Tia, we were all stunned. She had seemed so nice, although I now know where Arabella gets her temper from. That poor boy looked hurt, then again he shouldn't have tried to steal from us.

Me: "Was it absolutely necessary for you to tackle him to the ground and then pummel him?"

Mrs. Brinks: "Sorry ya'll had to see that. It's just... nobody calls my daughter a hoe and gets away with it."

Chromia: "Personally I like your style. It was interesting to see you tackle someone your size in a skirt. It was quite impressive."

Arcee: "Indeed. I didn't take you for the melee type. You have some serious skills."

Moonracer: "How will we pay for all of this? I do not believe that this will be cheap."

Tia: "She's got it covered."

Arabella: "My mom is what some call an extreme couponer. Watch, we'll get all of the food for much cheaper."

And true to form her mother pulled out a large stack of papers. Apparently humans would give out these small papers that work similar to that of their currency. It worked well enough, because what had been a 652 dollar bill quickly shrunk to that of a very modest 179 dollars. Mrs. Brinks certainly has skills.

Sunstreaker's point of view

With Arabella and the femmes gone, I had time to ask her brother and father questions about the holiday, and what kind of activities to expect.

Me: "So before we say thanks and eat what do we do?"

Mr. Brinks: "Depends on the type of family you are. Some play board games, some play video games, some watch the parade and help cook."

Kyler: "But the most common thing that people do is watch or play football."

Sides: "Ahh. Wait the American version right?"

Mr. Brinks: "Yes. Are you guys fans of the sport?"

Me: "Why wouldn't we be? Heck that's pretty much what most of us do on the daily."

Kyler: "Good point. Who's your team?"

Sides: "We're Giants fans. Most of the other bots have their favorites, for example Optimus is a Patriots fan."

Kyler: "Didn't see that coming. Hey dad who's playing this year anyway?"

Mr. Brinks: "I think it's the Giants vs. the Steelers. You guys gonna watch it tomorrow?"

Me: "Sure, I get the feeling that Mrs. Brinks and Arabella won't be letting us help them cook."

Sides: "Ah, speak of the devil, she's home!"

He said as our beloved and her caravan drove into the rec room. I watched as she and the others unloaded all of their ingredients into the kitchen. They seemed to be laughing about something, and Mrs. brinks was shaking her head.

Mr. Brinks: "How'd it go?"

Chromia: "It was interesting. I had no idea that your sparkmate was capable of tackling a grown man to the floor."

Arcee: "Yeah! She is definitely melee warrior material. I don't think I've ever seen a human run so fast!"

Kyler: "Mom! You tackled someone?! Epic! I haven't seen you do that since I was 7!"

Me: "Are you alright Mrs. Brinks?"

Mrs. Brinks: "I'm fine. Little punk called Bella a hoe. He needed to be taught some manners. And please I want the two of you to call me mom. You are marrying my daughter. Now I have some intense prep to do for tomorrow, Bella could you give me a hand?"

Arabella: "Sure mom. I'll see ya'll later."

She said as they disappeared into the kitchen. It was interesting. Her mom became so comfortable with us so quickly, and her father is close behind, but for now I don't want to push anything. Our relationship with him is still too new. After a few hours the most wonderful smells began to drift out of the kitchen. I have no idea what they are but they sure do smell lovely.

Will: "Mmmmm! Something smells good! What's going on in the kitchen?"

Mr. Brinks: "Oh Trestinia and Bella are finishing up their prep for tomorrow. I think they're doing the deserts now."

Annabelle: "It sure does smell yummy! I cant wait to try it tomorrow!"

Mr. Brinks: "Oh hey you! I haven't met you yet!"

Will: "This is my daughter Annabelle. Annabelle, this is Arabella's dad."

Annabelle: "It's nice to meet you. Hey Sides! Hi Sunstreaker!"

S.S: "Hey Belle!"

We said as Jazz, Tia and Jolt came in. Tia and Jolt seem to be spending a lot of time with each other. Hmmm I wonder if it had anything to do with Sides and I gluing them together?"

Jazz: "What is tha smell? It smells good!"

Tia: "Oh man! She's making cobbler! I so cant wait for tomorrow!"

Jolt: "That's assuming that Ratchet doesn't try and eradicate anything he deems unhealthy."

: "What do you mean by eradicate? He shouldn't mess with my wife's cooking. She'll be none too happy if he does."

Jolt: "I'll try to keep him from doing it, but he works fast."

Sides: "Then we'll have to be faster, and smarter."

Thanksgiving day: Sides point of view

It was the big day and we all gathered in the rec room for the festivities. We all decided to use our holoforms so that we could get an authentic feel. Things were going well, most of us were watching the big game, and the rest of us were chatting about whatever. Then She walked out. Bella was in her holoform and she was all smiles as she placed various foods in front of us. She called them appetizers. According to my search, appetizers are small snacks that were served before the main course, which was usually followed by dessert.

Ironhide: "What is this?"

Kyler: "That is a bacon cheddar pinwheel. Dip it in the ranch dressing if you want. I think it tastes good that way."

Ironhide hesitantly did as he suggested and took a bite. In the time I've served with him, I have never seen his optics bug out of his helm like I did today. He grinned as he took another pinwheel. Before I could get a second one they were gone. Ratchet had taken the whole plate. I watched as his optics dimmed. Ah slag he was scanning them.

Ratchet: "These in no way should be consumed. The amount of carbs and fat alone-"

Bee: "I don't care! I love it! I don't care!"

Will: "Aw c'mon Ratch! At least let everyone try one!"

Ratchet: "Absolutely not. I must dispose of these immediately."

Prime: "I agree with Major Lennox. As part of our adapting to our allies culture, we must try their food."

Ratchet: "You're only saying that because you have consumed one and you want another."

Prime: "Am I really that transparent old friend?"

Ratchet: "Yes you are."

He said as he walked through Prime's translucent holoform, taking the delicious snacks with him. As soon as he entered the kitchen Arabella came out with another plate of the same snacks.

Bella: "These just came out of the oven! Don't worry I won't-"

Mom: "PUT THAT DOWN NOW! NO! GET AWAY! SHOO!"

Ironhide: "Should we assist you?"

Bella: Tell you what, if you can keep that nosy medic away from my mom's cooking, I'll continue supplying you with snacks like these. I only hope that he hasn't touched the deviled eggs."

Jazz: "Wha does the offspring of poultry have ta do with the pit? Do they come from there!?"

Bella: "I'll answer that question with a question; What's in a name?"

She said as she ran off to the kitchen where shouting could be heard. We all heard a scream and the sound of a knife embedding itself in the door.

Mr. Brinks: "Oh great. Now she's throwing knives. Well, it can't go any further downhill from here."

We all turned to stare at him. He simply took a swig of his beverage and continued to watch the game.

Prowl: " , are you not concerned that your wife is displaying such violent behavior?"

Mr. Brinks: "Nope. With any luck he'll stop irking her before she hurts him. This is just a rule of thumb, do not insult my wife's cooking. Bad things happen if you do, and I am not liable for your health should you do something so foolish."

Kyler: "And besides, it's only when she begins to chase you with a knife that you should truly fear for your life. God help you if she catches you though."

He said while staring at the door. He seemed to be contemplating whether or not the medic would return. My mother in law sounds a lot like Hatchet.

Mom: "PUT THE TURKEY DOWN! SO HELP ME I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE IF YOU RUIN THIS DINNER!"

Ratchet: "THIS IS NOT SUITABLE NOURISHMENT! IT'S COVERED IN OIL AND BUTTER! I CAN NOT ALLOW ITS CONSUMPTION!"

Jolt: "I better go get him. I'm not ready to be the CMO yet, nor am I interested at this point in becoming one."

He said as he walked into the kitchen. I looked up how a turkey is traditionally prepared and found that most of the fat cooks out of it, which is collected underneath it by a pan. People usually baste their poultry with the so called "drippings" to keep the meat moist and to add flavor. Perhaps I should try cooking, it seems like fun. Well perhaps without Ratchet it would be fun. Speaking of which I turned to see said medic walking out of the kitchen proudly with a plate of vegetables. At the last moment a butcher knife embedded itself in the door above where his hair ended. Thankfully Jolt had made himself transparent at the last second. If he hadn't he would have as Jazz says "A split wig."

Chromia: "And you two are marrying the daughter of that woman. Are you sure that is wise?"

She joked as Ratchet presented us with the plate of vegetables. We all hesitantly took some. I won't complain, carrots are kinda tasty. Bella soon came out with the afore mentioned deviled eggs.

Epps: "These horderves are scrumptious!"

Bella: "Ah why thank ya kind sir, I'd like to inform ya'll that dinner will be served in 20 minutes."

She said with a curtsy and her southern accent. She's so cute when her accent brakes through. After 20 minutes and the anticipated and triumphant victory of the Giants, we all gathered around a very large table, that had all sorts of foods set on it. I recognized some like corn and the turkey, but everything else seemed new.

Prime: "Ahem. Uh yes hello. I'd like to start off by thanking Mrs. Brinks for her hospitality and for providing us with such a lovely variety of foods. Though I don't say it much, I'd like to say that I'm grateful for each and everyone of you here. Each of you does something special that helps the team and for that I share my thanks, I wouldn't want to battle tyrannical leaders with anyone but those in our faction, here and elsewhere. Now I'd like to pass this on to another person lest we wish for the food to spoil in the time It'd take to share my thanks."

We all chuckled. Everyone at the table shared what they were thankful for, some saying that they were thankful that they'd survived this long others saying that they were thankful for the friends they'd made.

Sunny: "I am Thankful for my brother, Pain in the aft he is. I wouldn't be here without him. I'm also thankful for Arabella, now I have someone to talk to when I need to, other than my lovely red twin."

Me: "I am thankful for Arabella, because she brings joy to all she meets. Now I have a partner in crime when trying to make others cheer up. I am thankful for my brother, despite his vanity he knows how to fight and prank while always looking out for me."

Mr. Brinks: "I am thankful that my family is together again. I am thankful that my daughter has found happiness, and personally that is one of the things I have always wanted for her, just to be happy. Thank you two for doing that, and stop calling me Mr. Brinks, call me dad. It's more fitting."

Bella: "I am thankful for having woken up late four months ago. If I hadn't then I would have missed out on the greatest moments in my life. Albeit a short life but a happy life. I wouldn't have made friends like ya'll and I wouldn't have felt as loved as I do right now, by the only two mechs I have and will ever love."

We all had tears in our optics by the end of everyone's speeches. Finally it was time to eat. We all hesitantly tried the food, and after a while it descended into chaotic consumption. Ratchet kindly reminded everyone that they needed to consume the vegetables, and what proper portion sizing was. After an hour we all leaned back in our chairs, happily stuffed and chatting about how good everything tasted.

Ironhide: "That was-"

Moonracer: "Truly, honestly the most-"

Mudflap & Skids: "Delicious thing we've ever had!"

Bella: "Thank you but-"

CRASH!

There was a loud crash outside, near where our alts where parked. Half of us got up to look outside, to see Ratchet's alt rolling backwards. Said medic ran outside to check on his alt and to see what may have caused it to do such a thing.

Prime: "Okay, he's gone. Mrs. Brinks now would be a good time to serve dessert."

Mom: "Ah, I see what ya'll did there. That is so wrong. Anyways dessert is served!"

Bella: "We usually do two desserts, but since there are so many of you and since this is your first Thanksgiving, we figured we'd cover all of our bases."

Mom: "Here we have Pie. This is what most people consume for dessert on Thanksgiving. Here we have Pumpkin,apple,pecan, and sweet potato."

Bella: "Here we have cobbler, it's like pie but the texture is different. Our flavors are apple and peach."

Mom: "And finally we have my signature Banana pudding. This is my family's 50 year old recipe. I hope you guys like it."

Bella: "Traditionally pie and cobbler is served with coffee as the beverage of choice and with whip cream and ice cream. I have those right here. I hope you guys like it all, I made pretty much all of this from scratch, including the ice cream."

It was a nano click before we were all fighting for the deserts. I'm gonna say now that I love pie. I love pie and cobbler and pudding, and Primus it tastes so damn good!"

Sunny: "Bella you gotta try this! Oh my Primus!"

Bella took a fork and tried her apple pie. Her holoform blinked in and out and then became solid.

Bella: "Yeehagggh! Still can't do it! Man, I guess even my holoform can't stand the texture of pie!"

Arcee: "That's fine! More for us!"

Mikaela: "How did you survive without pie?!"

Bella: "Pretty well actually. The neat thing about this is that everything you're eating was committed to memory by 8 1/2. I can make any of these pies without looking up the recipe."

Ratchet: "WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING?!"

We all froze. Busted. Everyone looked surprised as we lowered our slightly suspended spoons and forks.

Prime: "We were just enjoying-"

Ratchet: "I know what you're doing! You all know my policy about sweets! This is way over the limit of what you're supposed to consume!"

Will: "But, we haven't had ice cream on base in two years! A..and think of the children!"

Ratchet: "You're absolutely right. I should be thinking about the children. Everyone get up and step away from the table! This food is now contraband, and will be destroyed."

Kyler: "But...but..."

Ratchet: "You should all be ashamed of yourselves for consuming so much junk food! Especially you two. Jolt, Moonracer I expected more from you as medics."

I looked at Jolt who had an ice cream beard. He winked at me which was the signal.

Me: "Ratchet, you should at least try the desserts before you destroy them."

Ratchet: " I will not befoul my systems with such junk as you are consuming. Remember; a healthy mech is a happy mech. You will all be reminded of this-"

Ironhide: "I will hear none of it!"

Ratchet: " Get off of me this instant! Wait. Why can't I disable my holoform?!"

Jolt: "Because I messed with it during your recharge cycle. You will remain tangible until this time tomorrow."

Prime: "I hate to say it old friend, but you had this coming. Mrs. Brinks, am I right to perceive that you are offended by my CMO's actions?"

Mom: "Slightly yes."

Prime: "I see. Well we must give him a punishment befitting his crime."

Prowl: "Sir, I believe it would be appropriate for him to apologize after having tried all of the desserts."

Prime: "Thank you Prowl. That is a very fitting punishment. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe will you please assist Ironhide in Ratchet's punishment."

Sunny: "Oh we'd be glad to."

Ironhide propped the medic up into a sitting position as I grabbed a spoon of banana pudding.

Me: "Open wide and say ahh."

Ratchet: "No."

Ironhide pinched Ratchet's nose cutting off the flow of air. A few moments later he opened his mouth to regain the ability to breathe.

Sunny: "Don't worry this wont hurt a bit!"

He said mockingly as he shoved a forkful of peach cobbler into Ratchet's mouth. Ironhide let go of his nose and Ratchet chewed and swallowed.

Me: "See there. That wasn't so bad now was it?"

Ratchet: "By the All Spark what is that?! That is marvelous!"

Bella: "That is my peach cobbler with ice cream."

Ratchet: "What are you all looking at me like that for?! Let's get back to consuming these treats, so long as it doesn't become a habit, Arabella would you mind..."

Bella: "Yes, I will make it again, I don't bake too often outside of the holidays so don't worry, I'll make sure we don't over do it."

She said as we all continued to revel in our treats. Man Sunny and I are the luckiest mechs in the universe.

Third person point of view

It was several hours into the night. Sam, Mikaela, Kyler, and Mrs. Brinks had all gone out to do black Friday shopping dragging a few of the bots with them since they expressed interest in the Brinks family would leave for home in another day, and then return for Christmas in a few weeks. Meanwhile in the rec room there were several shadowy figures creeping around, unaware that there were others in the room looking to accomplish the same task. One of the shadows crept into the kitchen and opened the fridge letting the yellow light spill out over them and the floor.

Sunny: "Jackpot! Sides get ready... there's enough here-"

Arcee: "Sunstreaker? Sideswipe!? What are you two doing here!?"

Sides: "We could ask the same of you. What are you doing up at this hour?!"

Arcee: "I..erm. I had patrol and I was coming back when-"

Prowl: "That is not true. I did not assign you or anyone else to patrol tonight. You are here to get more sweets."

Arcee: "Ah...umm..'

Prowl: "Is that not why we are all here?"

Sunny: "Yes. And we have our pie so Sides and I will be going..."

Chromia: "Hold it you two! That pie belongs to Hide and I!"

Sides: "No it does not! As a matter of fact all of the desserts belong to us, seeing that our fiancé made them!"

Prowl: "That is illogical! Just because she will marry you two does not mean that her confections belong to you! Now give me that pie, and while you're at it hand me the cobbler too!"

Arcee: "Oh no you don't! That's what I came here for and I'll be pit bent if I leave without it!"

Prime: "What is going on here?"

Everyone went silent as their leader stepped into the light.

Prime: "I do not believe that Ratchet would appreciate it if he caught all of us "midnight snacking" as the humans say."

Sunny: "Wait, all of us?"

Prime: "In exchange for your silence and cooperation I will share the deserts with all of you. After all I get first dibs because I out rank all of you."

That sent everyone there into another argument about who got what and that Prime had as much a claim to the desserts as Sunny and Sides did seeing that they were bondmates with the baker. Meanwhile in the rafters there were two bots watching all of the insanity below.

Tia: "See. Told'ja that it was a good idea to get here early. We have our pudding and pie and ice cream and they are none the wiser."

Jolt: "That was quite clever how you thought of this. And It doesn't hurt that I'm getting blackmail material either."

Tia: "Mm hhhmmm hmm! You have such a devious streak! Here try this pudding, it's divine."

Jolt: "Mmm that is good. Aw but you got a little on your lip plates. Here let me get that for you."

He said as he leaned into a kiss with her.

Author's note: So...uhhh. A rabid plot bunny, does not want the chapters to shorten, despite the fact that I told it that it had 10 chapters left and that would be plenty of room for the rest of it's story. I am now healing from it's wrath...little bugger tried to hit me with a sledge hammer. Anywhoo, before it comes back I'd like to say thank you to you all, for reading it... let me know how you liked Ratchet's rants and what you thought about the chapter...*Door creaks* Uhhh! Pretty please, Rate, Review, Follow and Favorite!

Lack of Peace, plenty of love, and long live the terror twins for causing the first two sayings!

CLYL! ❤💛💙

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