Leon suddenly found herself on the ground after a horribly turbulent plane right, where she screamed her head off, and because Will had forgotten to handcuff her, all three of the men sported rather larges bruises, and she had -purposely- kicked Luke in the balls.

However that was not the issue at the moment.

The issue was the Leon was on the ground.

With Ellie ranting at her while she straddled her mechanic friend.

"Ellie,"

"-Because Goddammit, it was fucking annoying with-"

"Ellie,"

"-worried! Wheeljack blew up-"

"Ellie,"

"-Brig! The BRIG! Fuck his metal fucking dick-"

"Ellie."

"-broke his cannons! He blamed me when it was obviously-"

"ELLIE!"

The mocha woman blinked gazing down at her friend.

"As comfortable as the ground is, and as much as I love hearing about your adventures...Get the frag up and let me find something to drink." Leon rasped, pushing her friend's shoulder. Ellie helped the mechanic up.

"I missed you." The nurse muttered under her breath.

"No shit, Sherlock. You're the best fragging detective in the whole slagging world!" Leon threw her hands up, and shook her head, glaring at her uncle.

"What happened?" Ellie asked, pulling her friend into the rec room, which was pretty far down the hall.

"Planes happened. And Luke. Luke happened." Leon snarled, punching the metal wall and then shaking her fist with a glare.

"You need a nap."

"I do not need a fragging nap!"

"Leon-"

"Don't Leon me."

"Well, it is your name." Ellie pointed out with a grin, noticing the wheeled bot rolling up behind her friend.

"I'm not having a nap." Leon grumbled, crossing her arms and sulking.

Sideswipe suddenly scooped her up and a sharp scream flew past Leon's lips while Ellie howled with laughter on the floor.

"Hiya, Lion!"

"Hi, Sides."

"Watcha being sulky for? You look like a grumpy sparkling!"

"And you sound too cheerful."

"Ellie," Sideswipe glanced down at the woman, who was grinning. "I regret to inform you that Leon has been kidnapped."

"But she's in your hand."

"I just kidnapped her." Sides informed as he rolled out the doors.

"Sideswipe, you crazy mech! Put me down right now!" Leon yelled as he headed to the berthroom he and his brother shared.

"Right now?" The silver mech gave her a serious look.

"Right. Now." And she stomped her foot for emphasis.

"Your funeral." Sideswipe tipped his hand to the side and Leon saw how high she was, grabbing onto the young bot's thumb.

"I changed my mind. Kidnap me."

"I was doing that anyway." Sides snickered.

Leon sighed, staring at the Tiny Twins with her arms crossed and a not-amused expression.

"And then he was all like 'You scrap heaps get fixed by an insect. A femme insect! Can it even be called that? We've heard of how the insects like to spread their legs.'" Skidz looked anywhere but at the mechanic, poking his fingers together.

"And then we attacked him."

"You were mad." Leon lifted an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." Mudflap nodded.

"Because some stupid Decepticon insulted me."

"And then we's protected you's honor."

"So, you didn't want to go to Ratchet, why? Other than that he's scary as frag."

"Cause, we wasn't supposed to be off base."

"So, not only did you break the rules, you got caught by a 'Con, got the shit beaten out of you, and don't have the decency to go to Ratchet."

The Tiny Twins nodded, looking unhappy.

"Get out of my...hanger," Leon pointed to the door. "Until you have reported to Prime, and apologized to everybot. Then, you can come back, and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll patch you up."

She glared. Skidz and Mudflap nodded, slinking out of the hallway looking upset.

"What happened to them?" Jolt appeared through the door. Leon glanced over and motioned him forward.

"They left base without telling anyone, got the slag beaten out of them while 'defending my honor'." She explained, patching up his ankle, which had several dented chucks of armor and a few pinching wires.

"So you told them off like a Creator or a Guardian would?" Jolt blinked his large optics at her.

"A who to the what now?"

"A Creator is what you would call a parent." Jolt explained, watching as she worked. "A Guardian is...a protector when the Creators are dead or gone to war."

"Is what I did a bad thing?"

"Actually no." Both the human mechanic and the MIT jumped, staring at Ratchet who had appeared in the doorway without them noticing.

"That particular pair of Twins," Ratchet hummed, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Are more trouble than they're worth. Their Creators died early in their sparkling years, and they didn't get a Guardian. In a vague human age span, Skidz and Mudflap would be in their preteens."

"Ah. That explains things. So, I'm not in trouble for telling them off, right?"

"No. They seem to look upon you as an older silbling-femme, which is good, because if we know we can threaten to tell them on you. So long as you're willing to take care of them."

"Well, it's hella sudden. But I suppose."

Ratchet's optics dimmed a moment and then came back.

"Prowl offlined again. I will see you later, Jolt. Leon."

"Bye, Ratch." Leon waved.

Prowl, the ever-logic logical logic using Second-in-Command, twitched as Skidz and Mudflap entered his office and he nearly sent a pile of datapads off his desk.

"Prowl, can we speak with ya?"

"What do you want, Tiny Twins?" Prowl growled, quite satisfied when they flinched at his tone.

"We...ah...We wanted..." Mudflap trailed off.

"We's sorry fo leavin' the base, Prowl, sir." Skidz whimpered, holding his brother's hand.

Prowl blinked.

'The Tiny Twins...apologizing? That's not logical. The Tiny Twins don't ever apologize. Maybe it was Ironhide who...No, Ironhide did not make them apologize before. THIS IS UNLOGICAL!'

'Processor cannot compute. Processor cannot compute. Shutting down...3...2...1.'

Prowl glitched.

Optimus Prime was having an uneventful day. His desk was piled with data-pads he needed to go over, and nobot had come to interrupt him.

Prime almost wanted a disturbance.

And he got once in the form of a knock on the door.

"You may enter."

"Op Prime, sir?" It was the Tiny Twins.

"Can I help you, Skidz, Mudflap?"

"We left base withou' permission...and we got beat by a 'Con cause we was defendin' her honor. We's sorry!"

Prime blinked. And blinked again.

And stared. And stared some more.

"What?"

"Please don't be mad! We's was just so bored here, and everybot was busy..."

"So, you'd thought you'd leave."

"Yes, sir. We're sorry."

"You have other bots you need to apologize to. I will not put you in the brig, but this is your only warning. Do not go off base without an older bot."

"Yes, sir."

"If you think you can take down a 'Con alone, you're stupider than I thought." Ironhide growled as the Tiny Twins appeared behind him.

"We'd be okay if you needed ta hit us." Skidz bowed his head.

"What we did was wrong." Mudflap nodded.

"We won't do it again. We're sorry, Ironhide. Please forgive us."

Ironhide blinked, and lifted an optic ridge.

"Get out. Don't be late for your training ever again, or I'll turn you over to Prowl and he'll whip you into doing paperwork as good as he can."

The Tiny Twins nodded, scurrying out of the training room.

Hide tracked their movements down the hall before he began to laugh.

"We're sorry, Lion."

"Bout time you got here. I've been waiting to patch you up for ages."

"You mean-"

"Course I'm gonna fix you. It would mess up the graffiti I'm gonna do on you eventually if you had dents and scratches."

"We won't do it again. We promise."

"You'd better keep your promise," Leon gave a feral grin. "Or I'll be the one denting you next time."

"Yes, Leon."