A/N: Before I start this chapter, the about ages here are, Prowl, 4. Shadow Stalker 7 or 8. =D Needless to say this is going to be a two shot. Next chapter is going to have a time skip, but don't worry! I forgot to update it. Oops...

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: When I was a baby, I couldn't cry. I had no tear ducts. XD Smokey has a gambling problem, totally different. XD

Bluestreak sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He stared over the younglings he taught with a smile. Today was the day! The day he got his second youngling! Bluestreak's smile grew with the astrokliks. "Mr. Blue, You look reaaallllyyy happy today!" A small femme walked up to him with her data pad clutched in her servos. Her face went really serious. "Why are you so happy?"

Her designation was Opal, and it had become quite obvious over the half a vorn Bluestreak had her as a student that she had developed quite a crush on him. Opal passed her data pad to Bluestreak. "I finished. Can you check it for me? Mr. Kaymin said he would, but I don't like him."

Bluestreak tried to hold back a chuckle. "You don't do you?" Bluestreak took the offered data pad. "You should learn to like him. He's really a nice mech."

"He's stupid!" Opal huffed. "He makes fun of me cause I'm small! And you never answered me! Why are you so happy?"

Bluestreak smiled. "I'm going to pick up my youngling today."

"Youngling? I didn't know you were bonded!" Her face filled with guilt. "I swear."

"I'm not!" Bluestreak comforted. "I'm not bonded. I'm adopting. This will be my second. I get to pick him up this afternoon."

The femme's face lit up. "I bet he's going to be cute! He'll really like you!"

Bluestreak smiled. "I hope so." He glanced down at the data pad and frowned. "You haven't even started."

The femme smiled. "I know!" She brought her servos behind her back and started swaying with a huge grin on her face. "I just wanted to talk to you!"

Bluestreak sighed as he passed the data pad back to the femme. "Please finish."

Opal nodded and grabbed the data pad. "I will! And I'll get the highest grade ever!"

"You can only get up to a 100." Bluestreak pointed out.

"Fun sucker!" Opal yelled back as she ran to her seat.

A black and white bot quickly stepped aside as Opal ran passed him. He smirked as he walked up to Bluestreak. "Lucky you. Having a femme like that."

Bluestreak shook his helm at the grown mech. "Kaymin, you're sick. I think I should check you into a mental facility."

"Don't bother. Serenade already tried." Kaymin waved him off. "So, did the enforcers already send the file to you?"

"On the youngling?"

Kaymin nodded. "Yep."

"They did." Bluestreak nodded. "They don't have his designation yet, but they sent me a pic. Apparently, he's pretty quiet, complete opposite of Smokescreen."

"That's too bad. Smokey was a bot to remember." Kaymin snorted.

Bluestreak smiled. "He was."

The enforcer stared awkwardly at the green scarlet and black femmling that sat in front of his desk. The youngling was brought in with charges of breaking and entering, theft, and assault. He sighed as he rubbed his optics. "Where's your creators, Femme?"

"Gone." The youngling answered.

"Where?"

"How the pit should I know?" She growled as she turned her helm away from the big mech.

"I'm only trying to help. Primus."

"Help would have been letting me go!"

"You don't have anywhere to go to." The mech countered. "From what I can tell, you don't even have creators."

"And I don't want none!" The femme yelled.

The mech sighed as another bot walked up to the desk. "Hey, Strife, has anybody gotten the mechling ready?"

Strife glance up from the femmling. "Not that I know of. Blue said he might be late."

The other bot nodded. "Alright. I'll go get him ready."

"What mechling?"

"A Praxian mechling we found. He was abandoned and beat from what we could tell."

"Why are you getting him ready?"

"He's going to his new guardian." Strife glanced up. "We have a couple of joors if you want to play with him, but if you want to see him, I'm gonna have to get a designation." He smirked.

"Shadow Stalker." The youngling answered.

Strife nodded. "I'm Strife."

Strife stood outside the door where one youngling and one sparkling sat. The mechling stared at Shadow Stalker as he she spoke quietly.

"Strife."

Strife glanced back to the huge mech behind him. "Nova."

"Did you find anything out about the femme?"

"No creators. Her designation is Shadow Stalker." Strife sighed. "Really troubled from what I can tell."

Nova nodded. "I figured. She had a Kaonian frame type. Not a place for a youngling."

Strife nodded as he glanced back into the room. The mechling was sitting on the femme's lap, and the femme was pretending to read a data pad to him. "What are you going to do with her?"

"I'm going to see if a certain mech would want to take care of her." Nova smirked.

Strife sighed. "You're awfully good at pawning younglings off on bots aren't you?"

"I take pride in that. If it wasn't for me, this station would be full of younglings cause nobody else would take initiative." Nova growled. "As if I don't have enough work as Chief."

Strife laughed. "Naw, you need more!"

Nova shook his helm. "Comm. Me when Blue gets here."

Bluestreak sighed as Opal stared at him. "My carrier said she might be late today. Looks like I'm going to be last being picked up again!"

Bluestreak frowned. "You are the last one. The room is empty besides you, Kaymin, and I."

Opal glared at Kaymin and stuck out her glossa. "He's nasty."

Kaymin smirked. "Hey, Blue, since Opal here is the last one, I can watch her until her carrier gets here. You can go ahead and pick up your little youngling."

Opal's face filled with disgust. "NO! This is going to be the last time I see Blue until the end of break! And then I'll be put in a new class cause I'm being moved up!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Your class is going to be right across the hall. We can greet each other every morning, if you'd like."

"I'd love to!"

"I'll be going then!" Bluestreak smiled as he walked out the door. "Be good, for me, Opal." Bluestreak sent a smile to the femme as he left.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Bluestreak released a sigh. He felt sorta bad for leaving the femme with Kaymin, but he had a youngling to pick up! What was the worst Kaymin would do anyways. Make fun of her height?

Bluestreak smiled to the femme at the front desk. "See ya after break, Seabreeze!"

Seabreeze, a blue seeker waved back. "I can't wait to meet your youngling!"

"Neither can I!" Bluestreak waved back as he left the building.

Bluestreak quickly ran down the walkways towards the station. It was pretty close to the youngling center, and Bluestreak had been going there often to fill out data pads to approve his adopting of the youngling. Each time he went his excitement would fill to the brim, and this time was no different.

When Bluestreak entered the station his face was cracked in half with a smile. "Good evening!" He greeted.

Strife sighed. "About time. No offense, but I was about to throw this youngling right out on the street."

Bluestreak chuckled. "I'm sure you were."

Strife smiled. "Nova will be here in a breem."

Bluestreak nodded. "Anything else I need to sign?"

Strife pulled out two data pads. "These. That will be it."

Bluestreak grabbed the data pads, and picked up a stylus from the desk, and signed both as quickly as he could. "There."

"Congrats."

Bluestreak turned and smiled at the big mech. "Nova!"

"You are now the guardian of two lucky younglings!"

Bluestreak froze. "T-two?"

Nova smirked. "You should really read data pads before you sign them." He wrapped an arm around Bluestreak's shoulders and lead him through the halls and to a room. "Those are your younglings."

Bluestreak peeked through the doorway, and a small smile spread over his face. A youngling femme and a late sparkling mech were recharging on a berth together. "Cute."

"The femme's name is Shadow Stalker. She's from Kaon, and was brought into custody last night. The mechling, no designation yet, was brought in about four orns ago. He has extensive additions in his processor, so be on a look out for any kind of problems there may be."

Bluestreak nodded. "May I?"

"By all means. They are yours." Nova smiled.

Bluestreak stepped into the room, and smiled as he snapped a couple of pictures. His smile only grew as he sat down on the berth. "Wakey, wa-"

Bluestreak felt a servo wrap around his wrist. Before he knew it, he was tackled off the berth, and a small femme was sitting on top of him. "WHO ARE YOU?"

Bluestreak stared wide opticed at the femme. "Bluestreak."

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

"I'm here to take you home."

"I'M NOT GOING HOME!"

Bluestreak optics wandered over to Nova who was using the door frame for support as he held in his laughs. "Not your old home. Your new one. I'm your new guardian."

"What about Prowl?"

"Prowl? The mechling? Him too. He's coming with me too." Bluestreak smiled as the femme slowly stood up. "If you so much as think of hurting us, I'll chop your helm off."

Bluestreak glanced over to Prowl, who was now sitting up, optics glued on Bluestreak. "Um, okay… You're Shadow Stalker, right?"

The femme nodded. "Yeah."

Bluestreak slowly sat up. "I hope you like your new home!" Bluestreak smiled. "I originally only thought I was getting one youngling, but two? That's amazing! I'll take awesome care of you! You'll be my little helper, and help me take care of Prowl!"

Shadow Stalker glared at Bluestreak. "Shut up! Why do you have to talk so much?"

Bluestreak held Prowl as he typed the code for the door to his unit into the key pad. "This is our unit. The code is 5490, so if you ever need to come in here without me, you can get in." Bluestreak glanced behind him to the femme. "Okay?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"We'll have to sign you up for school too." Bluestreak mumbled as the doors opened and he walked into the unit, closely followed by Shadow Stalker.

"Where's your bonded?" The femme mumbled. "I bet they aren't expecting two younglings."

"No bonded. Just me." Bluestreak smiled. "Look Prowl, you're home!" Bluestreak glanced back to Shadow Stalker. "I have an extra room, but it's kind of cluttered right now. You can sleep with Prowl on his berth for now."

"I'll just recharge on the couch." Shadow Stalker mumbled as she pushed passed Bluestreak, and threw herself on the couch.

Bluestreak sighed. "Are you tired, Prowl?"

The small black and white youngling nodded. "Gray, tired."

"Gray?" Bluestreak snickered. "Alright then. Let's put you to recharge." Bluestreak walked down the hall, and laid Prowl on the small berth across the room from his own. "Good recharge, Prowl."

Prowl's optics offlined, and Bluestreak smiled as he left the room. "Shadow Stalker, are you-" Bluestreak froze when he spotted the femme on top of the table. "What are you doing?"

"I'm standing here. What does it look like, idiot."

"On the table?"

Shadow Stalker glanced down and shrugged. "Yeah."

"No standing on tables."

"Why not?"

"It's not polite!" Bluestreak sighed. "We refuel there."

Shadow glared as she climbed off the table. "You're stupid."

"Shadow Stalker, can you not insult me?"

Shadow Stalker glared at Bluestreak. "What?"

"It kinda hurts."

"I didn't hit you or anything!" Shadow Stalker yelled. "I can though!"

Bluestreak glanced down. "You wouldn't call Prowl an idiot, would you?"

"He didn't do anything to me!"

"Well then, what did I do to you?" Bluestreak asked.

Shadow Stalker paused. "You're grown up." She quickly ran to the living room, and jumped onto the couch face down.

Bluestreak frowned as he slowly followed after her. He sat down on the couch chuckled. "You're cute, Shadow!"

"Sh-shadow?" Shadow Stalker glared as she sat up. "Don't call me that!"

"Sorry. Um, I just want you to know that I won't hurt you."

Shadow Stalker glanced down. "Other grown ups have."

Bluestreak frowned. "I was raised to believe that family is everything." Bluestreak smiled. "My sire told me that because my family would risk their lives to help me, that I should do no less for them."

"So what?"

"You and Prowl… Well, you guys are my family now. I'll go to the end of Cybertron to protect you two. I'll fight Unicron himself to make sure you guys are safe!"

"You're stupid! Unicron would obliterate you!"

Bluestreak shrugged. "Who cares? You and Prowl would be safe."

"Wh-why would you do that? I… I didn't do anything for you to say something like that!" Shadow Stalker's optics began to fill with energon. "I- just… I…" She let out a hiccup. "I HATE YOU!" Shadow Stalker wrapped her arms around Bluestreak's abdomen. "You're a jerk! Making me cry!"

Bluestreak chuckled. "I meant every word! You, Prowl, and Smokescreen are the things that make my life worth it!"