A/N: If it wasn't for Autobotschic reminding me, I would have never posted this, and I would have thought for the rest of my life that I did. XD

Autobotschic: Maybe Prowl started it. Maybe he kept making Shadow Stalker look like a fool. You don't know. XD

Optimus sat awkwardly in front of Bluestreak. He had felt the need to spend time with his bonded's sire. Needless to say, it was the most awkward thing he'd ever done. It didn't help he thought Shadow Stalker's creator's were offline, but to find out her sire was Bluestreak was just… too much. "So, Shadow Stalker." Optimus started.

Bluestreak smiled, taking a sip of his energon. "She's adopted. Don't tell her though, she doesn't know."

Optimus stared at Bluestreak with wide optics.

"I'm just kidding! She knows! Well, she should, I mean she tried to beat me up when I went to pick her up. Okay, I didn't know it was her, I thought I was only getting Prowl."

"I uh see."

"Oh! I know! I need you to do something for me!"

"A favor?"

"Uh-huh! It's a good one too! I think you'll like it. When Shadow Stalker was a youngling, she hated Primes, and she said she'd never bond to one. Well, that only came up after a math problem, and I think it's time I went through with something. I need you to do me a favor. As the Sire of your bonded."

Optimus frowned. "Okay?"

Shadow Stalker watched as Optimus paced back and forth in his office. He's been strange since he met with Blue. "Okay, speak up. What did Blue do?"

"Nothing." Optimus sighed.

"Yeah, sure."

"I am just waiting for a delivery."

Shadow Stalker frowned. "A delivery? What kind? Why didn't I know about this?"

"It is just a simple delivery. It's supposed to be here today. I had Prowl empty a storage room for it."

"What is it?"

Optimus sighed as he turned to his bonded. "Rust sticks."

"And you had to empty a storage room for… Rust sticks."

"Yes. Fifty-seven crates. There's like thirty six packages in each."

Shadow Stalker frowned. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"No." Optimus frowned.

Shadow Stalker nodded. "I didn't think so." Her optics flashed before she fell to the ground.

"Shadow!"

Bluestreak snickered as Optimus paced back and forth. "What was that all about?"

"She had a math problem on her first day of school. I remember it fresh in my mind. The Prime of Cybertron orders 57 crates of rust sticks. Each crate has 36 packages. How many packages are there in total? She had a fit about why a prime would need that many rust sticks, and I told her, one day she'll bond with a prime, and I'll make sure he gets that many rust sticks."

"She glitched out!"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah. It was funny."

Ratchet walked out of the med-bay, a frown on his face. "she's up. She wants to see you Blue."

Bluestreak nodded. "Okay!" He turned to Prime with a serious look. "Protect me."

Optimus sighed as he followed Bluestreak into the med bay, and into Shadow Stalker's private room. Bluestreak peeked in and smiled. "Hi!"

"Blue." Shadow Stalker greeted.

Bluestreak smiled as he stepped into the room. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" Shadow Stalker asked. "I don't know." Shadow Stalker jumped out of the bed, lunging at her sire. "WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME?" She wrapped her servos around Bluestreak's neck. Optimus ran forward, grabbing Shadow Stalker, and pulling her away from Bluestreak. "REMIND OF THAT PROBLEM ONE MORE TIME! I DARE YOU!"

Bluestreak giggled as he laid on the floor. Shadow Stalker ripped herself away from Optimus before stomping out of the room. Optimus glanced down at Bluestreak. "Was that wise?"

"Probably not." He frowned. "Oh pit. I've been hanging out with Sideswipe too much."

Optimus shook his helm.

Shadow Stalker typed in the code to the storage room. When the door opened she glared at the fifty-seven metal crates. She lifted one up, and walked out of the room. She'd show him. She'd show them all.

"Frag him!" She forced open one of eight crates she stole, and glared at the rust sticks. She ripped one of the packages out, and tore it open. "I hate math!" She stuffed a rust stick into her mouth, sucking on it a moment before biting down, smirking at the loud crunch. "I love rust sticks though."

Sideswipe giggled at Bluestreak's story, as Sunstreaker rolled his optics. "You did that?"

Bluestreak smiled. "I can't help it. I told her I'd do it, and it was too good to pass up!" Bluestreak had told the story, and had convienently left out Shadow Stalker being his youngling. He didn't want the two getting any ideas.

Sideswipe sighed. "I want some rust sticks. Maybe we should find them."

Sunstreaker rolled his optics. "Rust sticks are too sticky. They ruin the finish on my servos."

Bluestreak laughed. "It's okay, Sunny. I won't tell anybody you got your servos dirty for some rust sticks. She's in Storage room 37."

"How do you know?"

"Red."

Sideswipe smirked. "I'M GETTING RUST STICKS!" He jumped up, and sprinted to the door.

"Shut up!" Sunstreaker yelled. "If you want rust sticks you better have a better plan than running head first into a battle field!"

Bluestreak giggled as the two ran out of the rec room. Hound walked up and smiled. "You going to control your mechs or not?"

"Nope."

Shadow Stalker groaned as the door opened, and a Black helm peeked through. "We're here for your rust sticks." The rest of the red mech appeared in the door way. "Woah."

Shadow Stalker glared at Sideswipe, then over to the four crates filled with empty rust stick packages. "What?"

"Woah." Sideswipe repeated. "SUNNY! CHECK THIS OUT!"

Sunstreaker's helm peeked through the door. "Woah."

"SHUT UP!" Shadow Stalker yelled.

Sideswipe walked into the room, and threw himself on the ground. "Can I have some?"

"Why not? There's 49 more crates in another storage room. Plus the other four I haven't touched yet. WHY WOULD HE NEED THIS MANY RUST STICKS?"

"To get on your nerves." Sunstreaker muttered as he sat down next to Sideswipe, who was halfway through opening a package. As soon as the package was open, he ripped it out of his brother's servos, and grabbed a rust stick. When Sideswipe reached for one, he smacked his servo away. "Get your own package."

"THAT WAS MY PACKAGE!"

Shadow Stalker snorted. "I can't belive you two are dating my sire."

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe froze. "What?"

Shadow Stalker smirked. "You didn't know?"

"No." Sideswipe smirked back. "Does this make us your surrogate carriers?"

Sunstreaker and Shadow Stalker made a purging sound. "Ew!" They both yelled.

"What? That would also make us Smokescreen's and Prowl's, right?" Sideswipe's face lit up. "We need to bond to Bluestreak A.S.A.P!"

Sunstreaker groaned. "Why?"

"SO WE CAN BOSS PROWL AROUND!"

"Oh Primus. All of this because a slagging math problem." Sunstreaker groaned.

Shadow Stalker finished off another package of rust sticks before opening another crate. "Tell me about it."

The three would have all the crates finished off by the end of the decaorn. Shadow Stalker was for a while, and couldn't look at a rust stick the same way again. Sideswipe would need three new denta, and it would take Sunstreaker two decaorns to get all the sticky stuff off his servos. Bluestreak would laugh for vorns to come.