A/N I would like to say that I'm sorry. But, ya know what? You just need to get over it and move on with your lives. Don't worry; this will make sense after you read the story.

Ch. 7 The Game

Sunstreaker walked into the Rec room with me in his hand. I spotted Sideswipe on the couch, and grinned evilly to myself.

As we approached, Sideswipe turned towards us. "Hey," he mumbled.

"Hey… guess what?" I replied.

"What?"

"You just lost The Game."

Sideswipe stared at me for a moment before realizing what I meant. "Damn it! Why did ya have to do that?" Sunstreaker and I both started laughing while Sideswipe pouted. "I was doing really good, too!"

"Aw, don't take it personally, Siders," I said. "I'm targeting everyone… you just happened to be right here."

"You should do it to Prowl," Sunstreaker suggested with a smirk.

Sideswipe perked up, his own sly grin on his face. "Yeah, you should, Paris," he leered. I looked back and forth between the two of them. By the way they were smiling, I knew they were up to something.

"…Ok," I said slowly, "But if anything bad happens, I blame you."

Sunstreaker had set me down in the hall. They had insisted that I seek out Prowl by myself, because he wouldn't listen to what the twins had to say.

I didn't have to go too far before I saw Prowl headed my way. "Hey Prowl," I called out.

He nodded in my direction, "Paris."

I stopped where I was and waited for him to get to where I was. When he continued past me, I followed him. He soon realized what I was doing and stopped to look down at me. I just smiled back at him. "Are you following me for any reason other than to annoy me?"

"Oh, I just wanted to tell you something," I said innocently.

"And that is?"

"You lost The Game."

Prowl frowned a bit before concluding, "I was not playing a game."

"Oh, but you were! See, everyone on Earth is playing The Game. And you just lost it," I explained to him.

"Might I ask how?"

"You thought about it. The point of The Game is to not think about The Game." I paused for a moment, thinking about what I just said. "When you think about it, there isn't really way to win The Game. I mean, if you say 'I haven't thought about The Game for a year, I win!' then you'd lose, 'cause you thought about The Game. And if you think about that too much, it'll make your brain explode!"

Looking back up at Prowl, I saw him wearing a blank expression. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Uh, Prowl?" I asked nervously. When he didn't respond, I backed away a bit. "Prowl? You ok?"

Without warning, a loud pop sounded and multiple sparks came from Prowl's helm. I yelped in surprise as he started to slump over. I jumped out of the way as he ended up falling to the ground. My mouth gaped open at the sight. Prowl's optics had offlined and his helm continued to spark. Holy crap, I broke Prowl!

Laughter drifted down the hall, and I looked up to see the twins.

"That was great!" Sideswipe howled between his laughter.

I pointed to at them and backed away. "This is your fault! Not mine! You knew this would happen!"

"How many times have I told you two fraggers not to mess with Prowl's logic circuts?" Ratchet yelled from behind me.

The twins did their best to cover up their laughter. "Wasn't us this time, Doc," Sunstreaker said.

Ratchet turned his glare down to me. I put my hands up defensively, "I didn't do it on purpose! I didn't even know that he could blow his circuits that easily!"

The medic heaved a sigh and shook his head. "Just don't start makin' a game out of it like these two aft-heads." I nodded quickly in response.

I watched as the twins helped Ratchet carry Prowl to the medbay. I titled my head to the side. Note to self: Don't make Prowl think too hard about anything 'illogical'.

Ah yes. We all knew the day would come when Paris would unknowingly cause Prowl's circuits to fry.

Oh and sorry, once more, for causing you all to lose The Game. Hehe

Next up: Jazz and Paris get in a fight… about MUSIC!

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-Panic Switch