Bluestreak smiled at the femme as she followed her Grand-Sire around. He laughed as Synchro stopped suddenly, and caused the femme to ram into his legs. He glared down and started talking. Bluestreak was too far away to hear what. Whatever it was, made the femme upset. She started yelling something back, only to get a smug look from Synchro.

Bluestreak laughed at the offended face that Shadow Stalker threw on her face. He glanced over to Smokescreen. "Shadow Stalker is a mini Synchro in the making."

"That's not a good thing." Smokescreen shook his helm.

"Maybe not."

Shadow Stalker rammed into her grand-sire's leg. "Move old mech!"

Synchro turned and glared down at the femme. "You know, you're rather annoying. Why can't you be cute like Prowl? Maybe nice like Blue."

Shadow Stalker glared at him. "I'M CUTE!"

Synchro snorted. "Sure you are. What are you doing following me around anyways?"

"I like you."

Synchro rolled his optics. "I can only imagine why." He started walking again, keeping to a fast pace in hopes to lose the femme. "I'm only an old mech."

"No, you're not." Shadow Stalker was running to keep up with the mech. "I heard my old guardian talking about a Synchro! You're bad aft!"

Synchro frowned. "Old guardian? Who might that be?"

"I hated him. His name was Ironblazer! I just wanted to offline him!"

Synchro slowed down for the femme and gave her a pitying glance. "Ironblazer. I remember him. I believe I took a set of twins from him."

Shadow Stalker nodded. "Yeah! He said that you almost killed him before you took his merchandise!"

Synchro growled. "They are not merchandise. You are not merchandise!" He stopped and crossed his arms. "If I hear you say that again, I'll make you remember it."

Shadow Stalker stared up at Synchro with wide optics. "Y-yes sir."

Synchro nodded before he continued on. "I'm heading to a meeting with the leader of Altihex's underground activity."

"Can I come?"

Synchro glanced down before he shrugged. "I don't see why not."

Shadow Stalker stared at herself in the mirror. Her adult frame's paint had faded a bit. She sighed. She wasn't really one to worry about that kind of thing, but today was different. She was going with her grand-sire to Iacon. He had business, and while he was doing that, she would be at the library.

Don't get her wrong. She wasn't a big reader, but she enjoyed the view. Especially, the view of a certain blue aft. Shadow Stalker shook her helm. No! Bad Shadow! She sighed. Stupid Praxian customs.

She couldn't really talk to the mech with a member of her family unit there. She couldn't even go out on a date unless her sire or Carrier was with her! Shadow Stalker shook her helm as she walked out of her room. "Stupid Praxians."

"Curse us like that, and you'd think you weren't one yourself." Synchro pushed himself away from the wall. "Are you ready? I have business with the council."

Shadow Stalker sneered. "Yeah."

"Which data pads are you stealing today?"

"I don't steal them! I return them, after an extended amount of time, outside the allowed time slot."

Synchro snorted. "Yeah, sure."

Shadow Stalker sighed as she slipped the data pads into the drop off area. She stepped into the shelves of data pads, and walked directly the area she needed. Politics. Her mech was always there, digging through the shelves as if had nothing better to do.

She turned a corner and froze right before she rammed into the mech she was looking for. "I apologize."

He had a deep voice. Primus forbid the deep voice. "It's okay. Just watch it next time." She was such a glitch! Shadow Stalker frowned. "I'm actually looking for something. Think you can help?"

The mech nodded. "I'm sure I can. I'm here enough. Orion Pax. I'm a data clerk."

Shadow Stalker nodded. "Cool. Shadow Stalker. I'm a… I don't have a job."

"I see. Are you from around here?"

"Praxus."

Orion nodded. "I have a friend from there. Oh, right, what were you looking for?"

Shadow Stalker frowned. Scrap. What was she looking for? Why didn't she think of that? Shadow Stalker cursed under her breath. She shook her helm. "That was a lie. I wasn't looking for anything."

A perplexed look went across the mechs face. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"Is your family here?"

Shadow Stalker frowned. He must know about Praxian courting. "Offline!" She blurted out. "They're offline."

"I apologize."

She wasn't technically lying, right? "Yeah, tragic really."

"Would you like to join me for evening refuel?"

"Definitely!" Shadow Stalker smiled. He smile slowly faded. "Only, I can't. I'm going back to Praxus."

The mech nodded. "I haven't had my mid orn refuel yet."

Shadow Stalker smiled. "Me either."

"Would you like-"

"Yes!"

Bluestreak smiled at his young femme. "Look at you! To think you were the youngling that always screamed there was no way you'd bond with a prime!" Bluestreak giggled. "I can't wait to be able to share youngling pictures of you with the prime."

Shadow Stalker frowned as she sat down next to her sire. "Actually. Um, Optimus thinks you're dead."

Bluestreak frowned. "What?"

"When we first met, VORNS AGO, I told him my creators were offline. I mean technically, it wasn't a lie. They are."

Bluestreak looked like he was about to cry. "You hate me."

"No!" Shadow Stalker started panicking. She hated a crying Bluestreak. "I don't hate you! I just don't like Praxian mating stuff!"

"I would have gone with you on all your dates!" Bluestreak squealed.

"That's not… I mean… Geeze."

"You could have just pulled the not Praxian card as well! Just like Smokescreen!" Bluestreak cried.

"Not… Praxian?"

"You're Kaonian!"

"Agh! Why didn't I think of that? Wait. Smokescreen isn't Praxian?"

"Because you hate me!"

"Sire I don't hate you!" Shadow Stalker groaned. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Why else would you tell you're pre-bonded that your creator was dead?"

"STOP CRYING!" Shadow Stalker screamed.

"Shadow, is every… Why is Bluestreak crying?" Optimus stood in the recreation room's door way.

Bluestreak glanced over to the Prime and burst into a fresh set of tears. Shadow Stalker groaned. "Optimus, my sire. Sire, Optimus."

Optimus stared at Bluestreak as the small wiped his optics and started smirking. Shadow Stalker glared at him. "Seriously! Fake crying? Is that what you do now?"

"If it works." Bluestreak smiled. He jumped up and hugged Optimus. "Welcome to the family!"

Optimus fell out of Bluestreak's grip and hit the ground. Shadow Stalker groaned. "Great. You made him crash."