Thank you for your patience. I've been suffering from writer's block, a Migraine-like headache had me in its grip, followed by a tension headache that refused to let me do anything other than make me miserable, and a lovely sinus headache from the lovely weather we're having now. Thank goodness I feel better enough to write.

Joyce is up to something despite all that has happened and decides to do something worthwhile. :)

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Bumblebee looked down at his charge with concern. Since meeting with Prowl, she had grown very quiet and sniffles could be heard. Bumblebee missed most of what occurred during Prowl's meeting. He wasn't so sure about what transpired to cause Joyce to become upset. Bumblebee walked into his room, locking the door. Walking toward his desk, he gestured for Joyce to walk off his servo.

"Are you all right? What happened?" Bumblebee asked, still wondering if she really was and needed to see Ratchet.

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I looked up at the Mech as I bit my trembling lip. I wanted to cry some more and then go to sleep. I was exhausted, not to mention, hungry, thirsty, and in need of a bathroom. All in all, I hadn't had a good time talking to that Cybertronian Prowl. I took several deep breaths to relax. I knew that Bumblebee wouldn't hurt me. He was the kindest Mech other than Soundwave and Ironhide.

"I'm fine." I said hoarsely. "I-Prowl wanted me to help him find my parents and I told him I wouldn't." I paused to take a deep breath.

"What happened after you refused?"

"He told me if I didn't help him find my parents, I wouldn't see them again."

Bumblebee turned away from me as if examining his room for something. He turned to her and bent down. "Joyce. Whatever I'm about to say, don't repeat to anyone, all right?"

"Okay." I said.

"I know your parents are safe. There are a few true Autocons you can trust. Only a few."

"I can trust you, right?"

"Yes. You can also trust Soundwave and Ironhide. Even Megatron."

"Megatron? The true Decepticon leader?"

"Yes him." Bumblebee said. "There are things you weren't aware of at this time. The rebels, there's no such group. There's a group called NEST and they're trying to 'free' your people from the Primes' rule."

"And my parents?"

"They're there. They're with NEST."

"So they're safe?"

"Yes." Bumblebee said.

"Can you take me to them?"

"Not yet."

I frowned, "Why not? I mean, why not just 'lie' and leave here? Tell Prime-Oh." I was going to say tell him I was sick before it hit me. They had their own medic and he could tell if I was really sick or not. "That's not going to work." I grumbled.

"What's not going to work?" Bumblebee asked.

"Telling you to tell Prime I was sick with something, but Ratchet would be called and he'd detain me himself."

Bumblebee stared into my eyes. "Well, don't try to do something or they'd know you're up to something."

"Right. I don't see why I can't do a little mischievous acts."

Bumblebee cocked his helm. "What do you have in mind?"

I smiled and then gestured to him to come closer. "Real good pay back. How about we douse Prowl with pink paint, then cover his helm with a crown, and a tutu?"

"Hmm. Let's go ask Sunstreaker. He may have the paint you need. How do you propose we get a crown and a pink tutu?"

I shrugged. "Maybe we can paint one-"

"Or you can leave it up to Sunstreaker."

"Sunstreaker?"

"Well, he's an artist. He has supplies. Maybe he has a crown and a Mech sized tutu."

Bumblebee held out his servo for me to climb in. I walked into his palm and clung onto one of his curled digits. He left his room and went down the hall, looking for Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.

Prowl was going to get his for doing this to me. After what seemed like eternity, we found Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in their apartment, getting ready to leave. "Sunstreaker? Sideswipe? Could we talk for one little minute?" Bumblebee asked.

"Sure." They led the way back into their apartment. Setting me down on the table, all three looked at me. "Um, hi. Thanks for saving me?" I asked timidly. "Um, do you have gallons of pink paint you're not needing?"

Sunstreaker looked at me with a grin. "Planning on a prank?"

"Well, yes?" I blushed when I realized it sounded more like a question and not an answer.

"Looks like we've rubbed off on Joyce." Sideswipe said. "What do you plan on doing?"

"I want to get back at Prowl for what he's told me."

Sunstreaker nodded in understanding. "I can understand where you're coming from. He's always a tight-aft. What are you looking for exactly?"

"Do you have a tutu and a princess crown?"

Both Mechs looked shocked and then burst out laughing. I thought I did something wrong, but seeing them laughing, I couldn't help it. I burst out into giggles. "Yes we do." Sideswipe said. "We'll help you with your prank tonight at mid-night. That way, he'll be deep in recharge."

"So you're going to help me?"

"Yes we are. We'll be back in four hours." Sunstreaker said.

"Hmm." I said thoughtfully. "Can you find me something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"Well, I was hoping you could stop by the library and get me an adventure book. I'm sick and tired of sitting here with nothing to do."

Sunstreaker frowned. "We'll see."

"Thanks." I said, walking into Bumblebee's pro-offered servo and grabbing onto a digit again as he left the room, followed by Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.

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Thank goodness! This took me a few days to write. I still was under the 'throes' of that migraine. Thankfully, this weekend, headache free! :) So don't forget to review. Thank you for reading.