A/N: I am an awful person...

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: YOU'RE WAIT IS OVER! XD It's okay, you can throw something at me if you like. Rotten food, really hot soup, a weed eater...

I Loved You All Along AU scene

Bluestream happily skipped behind Ratchet, and walked into the room. He smiled when he saw the green, gold and black femme. "Shadow!"

Shadow Stalker slowly turned her helm to the youngling. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice was quiet. "I asked for Optimus."

Bluestreak looked over to Ratchet. Ratchet sighed. "He has been waiting to see you, and you will not refuse the youngling's visit."

Shadow Stalker looked down at Bluestreak. "Hi."

"Shadow, are you okay?"

"I've... had worse."

Bluestreak climbed onto the berth next to Shadow Stalker. "My creators didn't make it. Nor did my grandcreators." Shadow Stalker was silent. "I think my creators didn't make it cause I didn't give them the crystals yet, so they left."

"Bluestreak, it wasn't..." Shadow Stalker sighed. "Horrible bots t-took your creators."

Bluestreak sniffed and looked down at the ground. "What do you mean?"

"The Decepticon did."

"Why?"

Shadow Stalker shook her helm. "I- Decepticons are... disgusting."

"Shadow, will you take care of me?"

Shadow Stalker's optics widened. "Will I... Well, I mean... I-"

Bluestreak frowned as he stepped forward. "Here." He dropped a small crystal in Shadow Stalker's servo. "I don't want to lose you, so you can have it. I'll keep the other one with me forever!"

"Yes." Shadow Stalker whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll be your new guardian."

Shadow Stalker glanced around her new quarters. She had asked for a bigger living area after she accepted Blue's request. She was officially a guardian. Given, she wasn't the best. She would have to say her first mistake was letting the twins watch the youngling. Yep. That was definitely her first mistake.

Bluestreak sat on the couch his feet swinging back and forth as fast as they could. "And then Sides gave me more energon treats! I love energon treats. They're so yummy, and good, and delicious, and did I say yummy?" The only thing moving faster than Bluestreak's feet was his mouth. "I did! Let me start again! They're so yummy and good, and delicious, and tastey, and flavorful, and sweet! I just love them! I want to eat nothing but energon-"

Bluestreak paused when Shadow Stalker's fist went through the wall. He stared as the femme's face went from aggitation to a look of worry. "Why is my servo wet?"

Shadow Stalker pulled her fist out of the wall, and bent down to peek through the wall. "HOLY PRIMUS!" She jumped back, her face full of disgust.

"Well don' look den!"

"Jazz!" Shadow Stalker yelled. "Cover your junk!"

Jazz's face appeared in the hole. "Don't punch a hole in da wash racks den!" As soon as Jazz's face disappeared Shadow Stalker growled.

"EW! Don't swing it at me!"

"Ah whip it back 'n forth! Ah can' help it!"

"JAZZ STOP!" Shadow Stalker screamed.

Shadow Stalker glared at the black and white mech across from her in the rec room. Jazz simply smiled back. "I hate you."

Jazz snorted as he leaned back in his chair. "Ya didn' have ta stare."

"You didn't have to whip it around like that either!"

"Ah can argue wit' you on whether I had to or not, but we both know ah'd win." Jazz snorted.

Shadow Stalker kicked the leg of his chair, and sent the mech flying backwards. "Sick creation of a glitch!"

Jazz rubbed his butt as he stood up. "Ah'm not da one who punched a hole threw da wall!"

Bluestreak sat between the two, and smiled as he sipped his energon. "I think Jazz was pretty."

Shadow Stalker and Jazz stared at Bluestreak in shock. Shadow glanced around awkwardly. "Well..."

"Thanks little mech?" Jazz stared at the youngling. "Ah'm not sure if ah should be flattered or not."

"I wanna look like you when I get older!"

Shadow Stared at the youngling. "I... I... Jazz watch him! I have to go talk about getting my room repaired!"

Jazz stared at Bluestreak as Shadow Stalker ran off. "Ah think we should go talk ta Prowler. What do ya think?"

"I LOVE PROWLER!" Bluestreak yelled. "Does he look like you when his armors off too?"

"Nah, he looks like ya." Jazz snickered. "Just like ya."

I'm not entirely sure this chapter was very appropriate. Especially not that last part... I would like to say this all started with a facebook thing, and a nice song I still sometimes sing to myself. (I whip my spike back and forth!)