"Major Lennox, NASA is insisting contact with you." Mirage's holoform appeared in the man's office. "He's on line two."

"Thanks Mirage." The Human Commander sighed, lifting the phone. "This is Major William Lennox speaking."

'My name is Harold. I work in scans of the atmosphere. Having been informed of what happens at NEST, I'd like to report that I have spotted a large ship entering the atmosphere.'

"Thank you, Harold." Will nodded, slowly. "We'll get right on it."

"These Decepticons pose no threat." Mirage informed, arms crossed over his red button up.

"I'll talk with Optimus." Will stood, striding out of his office.

::Mirage to Optimus Prime::

::Prime here. Can I help you, Mirage?::

::Si. I have recieved a comm. from our ship, Xanthium. It seems we have some Wreckers heading our way.::

::First the Decepticons three days ago...and now Wreckers. Thank you, Mirage.::

"Oi! Don't touch the Xanthium, you nancy wankers! That's Autobot property, you hear!"

"These glitch-heads are going to damage the ship!"

"Stop touching! Look, no touching!"

"Please, Wreckers, calm down."

"But they're touching the Xanthium, Prime! They can't touch it!"

"Well, they can touch it...We just don't want them to."

"Oi! You! In the blue! PUT THAT BACK!"

"This is hopeless, Prime."

"I know, Ratchet."

"GIVE ME THAT! DON'T KNOCK THAT OVER!"

"Too late!"

There was a deep sigh.

"I believe it would be best if the Wreckers remained here, to fix the Xanthium under NASA's supervision."

"You just don't want to deal with them."

"Do you?"

"That's true."

"Wreckers, you will remain here on the NASA base, to repair the Xanthium."

"Rodger that, Prime. Oi! Topspin, put the squishy down!"

"But it's squishy."

"That's why they're called squishies, you dumb aft!"

"Can we go now?"

"Yes, Prime. Yes, we can."

Bumblebee cruised into the base, his normally happy yellow color even brighter than usual.

His door popped open, and a brown haired male appeared, shielding his eyes with his hand. Bee transformed behind him.

"Welcome! Enjoy your stay!"

"YO! Mudflap, look!"

"Hey, it's that Sam kid! Yo! Yo! Sam!"

"Remember us!? We were in Egypt with you and Bee!"

"We's the Twins!"

"We ain' the Twins no more! We're the Tiny Twins, 'member?"

"Riiiight! So!? You remember us!?"

"Uh, yeah. You're Mudflap," Sam pointed to the green Twin, and then the red. "And you're Skids."

"Aw, man. He totally dun remember."

"Boys, stop harassing Sam."

"Yes, Lion." The Tiny Twins stepped back, pouting as a woman emerged from the Autobot hanger, wiping one of her hands on a dirty rag which she stuffed into her pocket.

"Nice to meet you, Sam. I've heard quiet a bit about you from Bee." The brunette patted Bumblebee's foot, and he chirped, puffing out his chest.

"Uh, hi..."

"Sorry. Leon, Leon Lennox." She grinned, holding out her hand.

"I thought Will only had one daughter." Sam seemed confused as he shook her hand.

"I'm his niece. Come on in, I have a grumpy baby waiting for me." She gestured him into the Autobot hanger, and grabbed a wrench as she passed it.

Bee followed, a small smile on his face. Leon kicked Ironhide's wheel as she boosted herself up on his front bumper to reach into his engine.

"OW! FRAG IT, FEMME! THAT HURTS!" The Weapons Specialist bellowed, alt-form shuddering.

"See. Grumpy baby, I told you." Leon laughed, as Sam watched.

"What exactly do you do here?"

"At the moment, I'm officially hired as the Autobot mechanic, but due to a recent...mishap with the liaison, I'm part of the team taking Luke Thorne's job, until a new liaison can be found."

"So, Luke was the liaison? What happened to him?"

Bee and Leon shared a look.

"He was shot. About two months ago." Bee muttered, seating himself.

The door shot open, and Leon grumbled.

"LION! Chromia damaged my paint!" Sunstreaker wailed, followed quickly by his brother.

"You can fix it yourself, you're a big bot."

"But-" The golden mech began.

"Out. It's nearly my break, and I've gotta take Sam to Uncle Will."

The Twins slunk out, pouting.

"Who was that?" Sam asked, looking a little spooked.

"Sunstreaker; he's Sides' Twin."

"Sam. Nice to see you." Will clapped the boy on the shoulder, smiling. "Where's Mikeala? I thought she was coming with you?"

"Mikeala and I...broke up." Sam choked, and Leon rolled her eyes, dancing over to Ellie, who was muttering to herself over which food she should eat for lunch.

"The sandwiches are good." The brunette poked her friend. Ellie jumped nearly a foot in the air.

"DON'T DO THAT!"

"What?" Leon gave her friend and innocent look, and smile.

"Sneak up on me."

"I did no such thing! Accusing me of things like that! Uncle Wiiiiill~! Ellie's accusing me of things i didn't do!"

"That's nice." The Major didn't glance over his shoulder and continued on with his conversation with Sam.

"Tattle-tale."

"Anyway, Sunny and Sides and Mirage want to have a race, and they want us to drive. I was gonna ask Sam if he and Bee wanna join us!"

"Sure, why not?"

"YAY~!" Leon threw her arms up and grinned.

"You've been eating candy, haven't you?"

"No. Ratchet doesn't allow candy."

"Where's your secret stash?" Ellie crossed her arms.

"If I share, will you not tell Ratchet?"

"It's candy that you're bribing me with."

"It's in a secret cupboard by the Med-Bay."

"We shall dispose of the evidence, ma'am!"

"What are you disposing of?" Epps appeared behind them. Ellie and Leon jumped.

"Nothing." The women bolted off.

"HAHA! I WON!" Sunstreaker yelled, transforming to pump his fist. Leon grabbed onto his shoulder plates and squealed.

"FRAG! SUNNY! WARN ME NEXT TIME!" She yelled, practically glued to his shoulder.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. We won!"

"Ugh." Ellie fell against Mirage's horn, the blaring sound loud and obnoxious.

Sam grumbled and pat Bee's hood.

"Two points for the Twins!" Sideswipe high-fived his brother.

"No. That's one point for Sunstreaker, and one point for Sideswipe." Ellie argued, crossing her arms and pouting, chewing on half-a-bag of Skittles.

"Wouldn't that make me the winner?" Leon glanced up...down...up? "You know, since I drove both of them?"

She and Ellie shared a look before collapsing in a fit of giggles.

"Huh?" The Twins frowned, confused.

"God, guys." Sam shook his head. "That's the worst...whatever it is."

"I believe it's a sexual innuendo." Ellie grinned, shoving the Skittles bag into her pocket.

"Again...huh?" Sideswipe prodded Leon, who was still on his brother's shoulder.

"Look up..." Leon paused, humor flickering through her green eyes. "Sex ride 'em, cowgirl."

The Autobot's optics dimmed before horrified looks stretched over their facial plates and they reeled back.

"Oh god. My optics! Why, Lion? Why!?"

Leon and Ellie collapsed into a fit of giggles again, and Leon nearly slid off Sunstreaker's shoulder. Despite his dislike for 'squishies', Leon seemed to be the exception.

"What is going on here?" The entire group stiffened, turning slowly and hiding any and all forms of junk food from Ratchet's searching optics.

"Hello Ratchet," Ellie straightened, and put her 'professional face' on. "We were having a few races. No harm done."

"You seem to have ingested a large amount of sugars." Ratchet's eyes narrowed.

"I'll make you a deal, Ratch." Leon spoke up from Sunny's shoulder. "Let's have a race. If Sunny and I, or Ellie and Mirage, or Sam and Bee win, we get to have nothing but food and drinks of our choosing for a week, if you win, we'll eat on a strict diet for a week, of your choosing, including the Autobots."

Ratchet paused, statistics filtering through his processor, before nodding.

"In one hour, we will meet back here and race, before all of the Autobots present and any NEST humans not on duty." The CMO turned on his heel and strode back to his Med-Bay.

"What have you done, Lion? We're gonna loooooose!" Sunstreaker wailed. "Ratchet's really stubborn!"

"Get your aft back to my hanger. You need an upgrade. It won't be pretty, but I'll take it off later."

The four 'Bots and three humans carted themselves back to the hanger, and Sunstreaker let Leon down, where she promptly scurried to a sectioned off, yellow painted cupboard labelled 'Dangerous, Flammable, Don't Touch on Pain of Death.'

"I've been meaning to you a few of you upgrades for a while, but I haven't had the time...So you get a temporary upgrade until I can get a better one. And at the moment, I'm handling all the orders for Ratchet and myself, which means they all get approved." Leon turned. "'Streaker, meet Nitro."

"That's so ugly."

"You wanna win, don't you?"

"Yes..."

"Then suck it up."

Ratchet's smug smirk was stuck on his face as he strode through the base, several Autobots trailing behind him.

"Ratchet must think he'll win," Smokescreen murmured to Wheeljack, who was fiddling with some sort of contraption while they walked. "To bet something this big on a race."

"I'm very curious to see how this will turn out." The mad scientist nodded.

Ratchet transformed into his alt-mode, tuned and filled with Energon. He was the first to arrive at the start line, and the Autobots took up spots along the side of the round track. Some, like Ironhide and Optimus, had several humans on their bonnets and their roofs.

"Look, there's Sunstreaker!" Epps yelled. "And Mirage and Bee. What exactly was this bet?"

"If one of them wins, all the humans and Autobots on base get to eat and drink whatever they want for a week, and if I win, which will happen, you will all eat on a strict diet for a week."

"Don't get too cocky, old-timer." Mirage rumbled as he pulled up next to the SAR Hummer. "You haven't won yet."

Sunstreaker pulled up, grumbling about his new addition, which Leon had tucked under his back bumper, and you couldn't actually see.

Sideswipe cast a nervous look at Ratchet and his brother, and lifted the green towel in his hand.

"On your marks, get set," He paused. Leon revved Sunny's engine. "GO!"

The mechanic slammed her foot on the gas, and she and Sunstreaker took off like a shot, quickly followed by Mirage and Ratchet, with Bumblebee not far behind.

The Hummer, despite what it was against, pulled past the Ferrari with ease around the first turn and began gaining on Sunstreaker's Lamborghini alt-form.

As the two rounded the third corner, Leon grinned.

"Ready, 'Streaker?"

"Let's leave the old-timer in the dust."

"What are you two planning?" Ratchet growled, and Leon thumped the gold car on the dash. Blue-purple fired from Sunstreaker's new addition and Leon threw her hands into the air, allowing the speed-Bot control for a moment as she let out a war cry. The scenery blurred and the two sailed over the finish line and splattered anyone in their way with dirt and sand.

"Holy crap." Epps breathed, watching Ratchet's now trundling speed compared to the winners.

"YEAH!" Ellie's voice filtered over the open comm. link that the Autobots had playing on loud. "Nice upgrade, Lion!"

"We did it! Candy for all! And I want fragging burgers!"

Sunny transformed, and skidded a few feet before grinning.

"That was awesome!"

Ratchet grumbled as he transformed.

"What was that?"

"Upgrade." Leon laughed from Sunstreaker's shoulder.

"You didn't-"

"I didn't say anything against it, or about it. Therefore, it wasn't against the rules, as there were no rules."

"Glitch." Ratchet grumbled under his breath as he stomped away.