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I awoke sluggishly. My mind and vision were blurry and I had to blink several times to clear both. When I attempted to move, panic crept in when I felt pain. I sat straight up and looked around immediately. Med bay...I thought in confusion. For the bite I received? I waited for my skin to pick up sensations and lifted up my arms to examine them. I could feel the individual marks under the thin white bandage. So they haven't healed...Which means that that was...I groaned as I flopped back to the berth. I need to start making rules for my subconscious.

"Good morning San Diego!" I blinked at the announcer voice behind my head but didn't bother looking.

"Hello Blaster," I said tiredly as my heart slowly started calming down from the initial shock.

"Idiot," Ratchet muttered before wacking Blaster lightly with a wrench. "Don't give your own charge a heart attack. I have enough to deal with."

"Yes, sir!"

"What's the damage, Ratchet?"

"There are a total of nine wounds. The deepest wound was by half an inch. They'll heal within a month, give or take." I didn't have to ask what the 'give or take' part was. It all depended on how 'reckless' I was within the healing process.

"Blaster?"

"Sonya's on a mission. Prime thought it was a good idea to seperate you two for a time. He said you both deserve a break...Just in different ways. Sonya relax's on missions. Prime told me to tell you to relax however you see fit given you follow Ratchet's medical orders."

My job doesn't exactly require alot of energy, I thought begrudidly.

You'll go back to your job after your wounds have healed. Ratchet will have a fit if you work. Since you're a waiter, any number of things can happen while working. Plates or glasses can break and the pieces can get caught in your wounds. Hot food or drinks could come into contact with the wounds and cause a burn on top of them. Plus you can't exactly work for as long as you normally do or carry as much if your arms are full of wounds.

I accepted the knowledge calmly before my tired mind finally turned on completely. I was now completely aware of the cable attached to my neck. Out.

Not happening, Lil.

I winced, but not from the wounds on my arms. You used that name on purpose, I thought accusingly.

Yes, Blaster thought sympathetically. Look, Lilly, he said seriously. We need to talk.

Did you know about the family discussions?

No.

I nodded mentally. Did you see my dream just now?

Yes.

Is Jazz...?

That's for him to tell you.

I need to speak with Prowl.

Lilly-

Blaster, please, I thought urgently. I can't keep doing this. I at least have to deal with one of the issues now.

I'll set up a comlink-

No, I thought seriously. You will do no such thing. This needs to be done in person, Blaster. I respect Prowl and I need to apologize to him in the most respectful way I know how.

After asking a favor.

Before asking a question. I will not ask a favor. Optimus has already helped enough without prompt. Prowl may be busy, but I need to do this and it will only take a moment. Please, Blaster.

Ask Ratchet.

No need.

Am I on survailence? I thought begrudidly.

Private comlink, Ratchet explained in amusement. And not in a way that won't benefit you. Blaster, take her to Prowl, Ratchet thought before Blaster disconnected the cable.

~0~

I knocked on the door to Prowl's office. "Prowl? It's Lillian Wescott."

"Come in," he said without a moments delay.

"Hello Prowl," I said politely.

"Good morning, Lillian," Prowl said with a slight indication of his head. "What brings you to my office?" he asked as he politely lifted me up to his desk. This was most likely done just to save time. Every autobots desk now has a rope ladder attached to it for convenience.

I inclined my head to him in thanks before jumping off. Prowl put me in the center of his desk. There was a small stack of datapads to my right. No doubt he had worked extremely hard just to get the pile down to that. I bowed with my eyes and head downward. I knew that it was standard for equals to look at each other when bowing and that the bow I was certainly sporting was twice the angle indication that was required for my current situation, but I couldn't help being somewhat self conscious around Prowl. I'm basically a lazy insect compared to him. Although I certainly don't drink for a living, I don't spend allnighters getting work done for weeks at a time. "I am incredibly sorry for disrupting your work yet again but I had to take this time to apologize. I have interrupted your schedule in terms of processor crashes. One of which I am afraid was done on purpose for a dare of all things, and the next will be for a prank that I feel obligated to warn you about even though I am sure that this is not standard and ultimately not allowed to tell the second in command about such a prank." Your rabbling. Wrap it up and get out. "Although I cannot tell you how to do your job because it is not my right to do so, I am requesting that you punish me for causing you trouble and not the ones who dared me to participate in events I would otherwise not engage in. I participated under my own free will and I will not allow others to take the blame for my carelessness. I am afraid that previous events have caught me offguard in a way that I am all too familiar with. Though that is just a mesily excuse."

"Lillian." I stood up straight and looked Prowl directly in the optics. "I am well aware of your current situation. I was in the med bay during your examination." I couldn't ignore the way my face prickled with heat. Primus, did I do something to annoy you in a past life or am I just naturally a bad luck magnet? Well...I thought in dark amusement. Better than being a decepticon magnet.

"How much?"

"Beginning to end," he said honestly. "Jazz visited me before you entered."

Something should have clicked when I saw Jazz just sitting there. He did say that he was going to see Prowl. "I didn't see you."

"I was attempting to rest. However, I have found over the years that that is a difficult task after Jazz visits me. My spark is in a constant figurative battle with my battle computer. It appears you are currently having the same issue."

On second thought, a decepticon invasion would be very helpful right now. "I don't know what Ratchet told you, but I don't need help."

"We are here to provide it," he said gently. "In any way."

I stared him down at that. I never thought in my entire life that I would have a staring contest with Prowl. "I appreciate the offer immensely but I cannot except. As you can see..." I help up my arms even though they were already visable to his optics. "I have enough problems with my aunt and Galloway."

"Intercourse can help both autobot and human alike in difficult situations," Prowl added in a way that left it completely open to discuss. Somehow it's not as awkward discussing this with Prowl than Ratchet. Hm...maybe because he's not an aft about it? "I understand you have another question as well. Jazz mentioned it before he visited me in med bay."

"That's where Galloway comes in. Is it possible for him to kick me off the base because of my sexual orientation?"

"No. That is not his jurisdiction." Ha! I thought with a slight smile. "According to your government's laws, gays and lesbians are now allowed to openly serve in the military." I frowned again as my ego left my analytical brain. There's a catch. "However, since you are not a soldier, you can be 'kicked off the base' by any superior of autobot or human jurisdiction simply because you are a citizen. This includes Maggie, Simmons, Galloway, Prime, Jazz, Ratchet, and I. Although Prime can overide Galloway's command naturally, I'm afraid that he cannot level with him if Galloway provides your president's consent."

I crossed my arms. "So if Galloway, for whatever reason, decides to ban me from base, he can do that? Even if that seperates me from my guardian?"

"Blaster would be able to freely travel back and forth between your location and the base, but you will not be allowed to enter the premises."

Well that sucks. "So I won't be able to see any of you?"

"We would be in the same predicament as Blaster." Trypticon should just eat Galloway, I thought in distaste. "You do, however, have a right to see your aunt. It has been cleared by Optimus for you to visit her whenever you wish granted she is not in training. So even if Galloway kicked you off the base, your aunt does live here and visiting hours would be set up. You would, of course, have to be on your best behavior as a visitor." In other words, no ticking off Galloway. I could live with that. "Neglecting to do so would result in visitor pass suspension as well."

"Thank you, Prowl."

"Your welcome. Now, as far as this prank you are planning..." Me and my mouth, I thought in amusement. "Jazz has already informed me of the consequences. Since he has already informed me that you do not break promises, I do not intend to stop you. You may proceed with the planning with three conditions."

"Name them."

"No broken cameras. Keep the event within video survailence." I raised an eyebrow. "Red Alert likes to use them for blackmail whenever someone tries to drag him out of his office." Well that's good to know.

"What's the other one?"

"No processor crashes," he said with a slight smile.

I winked. "No problem. I'll let you know where the event is so you can avoid it."

"I'm sure Jazz will replay it anyway," Prowl said as he lowered me to the ground. "But thank you."

I nodded as I jumped off. "Thank you for answering my questions. Before I go, there's just one more thing I want to tell you."

"What's that?"

"If you see any of the bots around here painted a different color, don't ask why. Just don't."

"Understood."

Once I was outside, Blaster picked me up with a raised optic ridge. "Paint before the date?"

"All part of the master plan, Blaster my man."

With that, Master Plan by Adam Lambert played as we traveled across the base. Can't trust a mech to avoid the warning system.

I frowned when we reached the base entrance. "Wait, what date?"