And a little bitty chapter I wrote, just to keep the story moving. I promise the next chapter will be longer. And make more sense.

Chapter 11: Skystorm's POV

"What? What happened?" Riella grabbed Prowl's shoulder. My father was visibly furious; I'd rarely seen him like this.

"The problem is what that Decepticon had to say in his sleep," Prowl snapped. He and Riella went quiet in a way that usually meant they were exchanging thoughts over the bond.

Riella's optics widened. "He said what? Skystorm!"

"What? What did I do?" I pleaded. "I don't know what he said!"

"Skystorm." Prowl shuttered his optics, trying to remain calm. "Have you met this Decepticon before?"

I shook my head. "No! This was the first time! Why?"

Riella rested one hand against my shoulder. "Apparently he is…speaking with you in his sleep. Stating a romantic interest."

"What?" I blushed intensely. "I never…I didn't…what?"

Riella stared straight into my optics for a long minute. "Alright. I believe you. Prowl?"

"Hmmph." My father's optics flashed with irritation. "I believe her. Not the Decepticon."

My mother turned back to him, probably sharing some thoughts again. I walked away, sitting down in a chair with a huff. How is this my fragging fault? Seriously, Hyperjump. We're friends, but we've only known each other for a day! What is wrong with you?

The door opened, and Jazz poked his head in. "Riella, Prowl, 'Storm; OP's on his way with your friend. Just so you know." He looked at both upset adults. "Bye."

I sighed and stared at the floor. Great. Just great. When Optimus walked in, followed by Soundwave and Hyperjump, I didn't look up.

"Riella, Prowl. I believe you have met both of them before."

"Yes," Prowl growled. Riella simply studied them impassively.

Hyperjump glanced in my direction curiously. "Hi, Skystorm. I guess I should tell you…" He didn't get any farther, because Prowl had pointedly stepped between us.

"Listen, youngling. I suggest you stay away from my daughter."

Soundwave frowned and took a step forward. "Are you threatening my son?"

"No." Prowl's blue optics locked with Soundwave's red ones. "I am warning him. Accepting both of you as Autobots is one thing – " He glanced at Optimus with a frown. "Although I can't say I approve. But accepting semi-conscious declarations of love for my daughter is a completely separate issue."

Soundwave and Hyperjump both stared at him, then at me, then back at him, and chorused, "WHAT?"