AN: hey everyone! Thanks so much for the kind reviews, follows, favorites and views! I never expected anyone to like what I write, so it came as a pleasant surprise! This one is a little less humorous but it gives Arcee that bad-aft kick to her personality, as well as the love for Cliffjumper.

thanks again and enjoy the last chapter.

"I hate you."

"I really do."

Arcee was currently sat on Ultra Magnus' large shoulder pads, having crawled up his armor, using the seems as help to climb up. She sat there, a childish grin on her face, poking him softly and giggling, her right servo cradling her helm. Of course he couldn't push her off, she was too small and even though compared to the kids she was huge, the fall would probably sprain a ped or ankle. So, ultra Magnus had just taken to verbally killing her, not that it worked.

Surprisingly June had taken the explanation and Arcee surprisingly well as she now sat on the sofa with a costa coffee in her hand and marshmallows on a plate in the other, of course they were really for the kids, but still, who doesn't like a costa coffee marshmallow now and then? The pale pink or white fluffy sweet from heaven, coated in a fine powder and when dipped in either a coffe or hot chocolate they would melt into gooey heaven, made to perfection. Mmmm. Ahem...Sorry.

Anyways.

Ultra Magnus was stood near the computer with Arcee wrapped round his neck and leaning on his shoulders, casually watching him write down the reports occasionally poking either his neck, helm or cheek plates. Ultra Magnus merely sighed deeply in annoyance before continuing his work. Only to be poked again.

That. Was. It!

Grabbing the femme by the winglets, careful not to dent the incredibly delicate things, he hauled her off his shoulder and neck and roughly dropped her halfway off the ground with a thud. And of course in her off-balanced state, she fell harshly on the floor with a painful squeak.

Hearing the commotion, the kids jumped to the sides of the platform in a worried dash, June following. Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Smokescreen ran through the corridor, Bulkheads heavy footsteps shaking the ground. Ratchet quickly ran through the med bay, medical kit in servo. They all halted, all noticing the verbal beat down Arcee was going to achieve. Optimus calmly walked through the enterance to the base, a brief worried look flashing across his face plates before disappearing. How does he even arrive on time anyways?

Ultra Magnus took a breath, not that he needed to though.

"Look, soldier." his optics narrowed as he spat out the words.

"I honestly, do not care if your drugged, drunk or even insane. YOU do NOT treat a commanding officer like that. You disrespectful pile of slag!" He swore, his frame shaking in wrath.

"You were the one who got us in this fragged up predicament in the first place! And just because you couldn't keep your slagged anger in check! You were the one who got yourself drugged, the one who couldn't keep in line and accept an accident when you saw one, YOU were the one to make everyone's day difficult!" He vented hard, his shoulders rising and falling as his spark used the excess energy from his anger to rid of it.

Arcee stood up slowly.

Raised her helm towards the lumbering mech.

Kicking her right leg with her left roughly and sharply, making a quiet bang of metal upon metal. She mock saluted him, her two fingered salute being sloppy and a smirk evident on her face.

She walked past him and all of their slack jawed helms of heads and turned around.

Looked at him.

Raised the back of her servo to him.

Clenched her servo into a fist.

And raised her middle digit.

She then walked out of the room calmly, ignoring the shocked faces of pure horror.

Opened the door to her dorm, and closed it calmly.

...

"W-who...gets the feeling...that that drug, ran out a while back?"

Everyone raised their hands or servos.

Except Ultra Magnus, who crashed onto the floor, his optics going dark with a fizz of energy.