A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait! I forgot about this, and then it popped in my head that didn't finish, and I got upset! So, This is what I'll be finishing tonight! If I don't, then keep reminding me! I promise I'll finish!

by the way, if you guys want something specific, or want me to use a different name, or gender, it would help if you tell me in the reviews! If you don't I'm making you a female, and using the name you reviewed under. (AKA my creative license!)

REVIEWS

Midnight Prime: HaHa! Prowl is such a glitch! No problem! It helps cure my boredom, so thank you for requesting it! XD Those are amazing. I'm just glad I didn't get I can transform ya in my pants or something!

Bluebutterflywitch: You bet him that he couldn't get Prowl to say five curse words in a row... You lost...XD Right? I'd have to kill him. If there were twelve Sideswipes, I would fragging kill him! (not that I could...) Jazz is good at hiding, try the ceiling! I love my teachers at school. They are amazing, but I have a thing where I can't stand routines, and I just have to have a day where I mess the schedule up. My mother and I call it relaxing. My principal calls it skipping... He can't complain cause my lowest grade is a 93! XD He tries though...

Nobleboivin: You got it!

jazz5454: You can choose any day you really want to. but if you want I can still write it with your birthday, it'll just be a sword fight with a different character.

Anonymous BW FG: XD When I first started reading Fanfiction I thought it would be impossible to keep them in character, and I was so impressed. When I first started actually writing I was surprised by how easy it was sometimes! We should write complaints that they should include wrenches in anything with Ratchet in it! XD I can't remember if I told you or not, but the Starscream interview was hilarious! I can't wait to see Rattraps! XD

Autobotschic 3: He can run, but he can't hide for long! XD

Nightwing frowned as the gray bot glared at her from across the room. As much as she tried she couldn't get out from under the glare the bot had been sending her way. She quickly stood up, and sprinted out of the room, ignoring the strange looks she had received.

The mech had been doing that to her since she first met him, Bluestreak hated her guts. She didn't even do anything to him! Every time the two had ended up in the same room, Bluestreak sent that cold glare in her direction.

From what she had heard, Bluestreak was generally really nice bot. He liked to talk a lot, and he was pretty much the Autobots' charisma machine. At least until Nightwing walked in.

Nightwing sighed as she slowly walked down the hall. Maybe somebody knew why he hated her. "Tracks!"

The blue bot turned around. "What?"

"Are you close with Bluestreak?"

Tracks rolled his optics. "No, I'm not. The guy seems like a ticking time bomb to me, and I don't want my precious paint job anywhere close when he blows." Tracks stomped down the hall leaving Nightwing standing awkwardly in the hall.

"Tracks is off the list."

"Nightwing?"

Nightwing turned at the call of her name. Prowl stood behind her a little ways, calling her back to him. Nightwing slowly came up to the black and white Praxian. "Yes?"

"May I ask why you're asking about Bluestreak?"

"Oh, no reason. I've just never really got to talk to him." Nightwing pulled out her innocent face, and smiled for the extra reassurance that Prowl might have needed.

"I see." Prowl nodded before walking away.

"Wait!"

Prowl stopped, and turned back to her. "Yes?"

"Are you and Bluestreak… close?"

Prowl thought for a moment before nodding. "I would say so."

Nightwing shuffled a bit. "Well, I was trying to figure out why he always glared at me so much."

"Glaring?"

"Well, every time we're in the same room, he glares at me like I did something wrong."

"I highly doubt he's glaring at you. Bluestreak isn't that kind of bot, I can assure you."

Nightwing looked at the ground. "I'm positive he's glaring at me. It's been going on long enough."

Prowl nodded. "Alright. I'll see what I can find out."

Nightwing nodded. "Thanks, Prowl."

Prowl nodded again before turning around, and walking off. Nightwing sighed. She hoped Prowl could figure out what was wrong. If he didn't, she might be the bot Bluestreak went off on. That would not be good.

Bluestreak was glaring at her again. This time it seemed more intense. Nightwing slowly stood up. She was surprised when Bluestreak stood up as well. She quickly fled the Rec room, and ran out into the hall.

"Hey, wait up!" A happy voice called after her. "I can't keep up if you keep running that fast!"

Nightwing glanced behind her, her optics grew ten times their original size when she saw Bluestreak chasing her. She quickly sped up. Soon she was sprinting down the hall, pushing mechs out of her way to lose the gray mech.

"I said wait!"

"No!" Nightwing slid around a corner, and pushed through a relatively big group of mechs. She ignored the shouts of annoyance, and continued running. She turned down one final corner and slid to a stop.

Bluestreak stood in front of her, an extremely annoyed, yet really cute, expression on his face. "I said to wait for me."

Nightwing slowly began backing away. "Um, I-"

"You went off and told Prowl?" Bluestreak stepped closer to Nightwing.

"Do you know how long it took me to sucker him into thinking I was the most innocent bot around?"

"Um, a long time?"

"Longer than a long time, and I'll be fragged if I let you ruin all that work!"

"I just wanted to know why you hated me!"

Bluestreak glared down at the femme. He brought two digits up in the air, and held them close together. "You're this close to beating me in being the cutest bot around, and I'll be slagged if I let that happen. I'M THE CUTEST!"

Nightwing's helm fell to the side. "That's what this is all about?"

"This is serious!"

Nightwing had to admit. Bluestreak was pretty cute. She could beat him. She put on the cutest pout she could make, and glared at Bluestreak. "I can't help it if I'm cuter!"

The two glared at each other, both making the cutest faces they could muster.

"Woah. Cuteness level is off the charts."

Both glared at the red mech that stood in the middle of the hall. Sideswipe flashed them a smile. "You two would look cute together."

Nightwing and Bluestreak quickly got as far away from each other as possible. Bluestreak growled. "This means war!"

"Bring it! I have a cuteness bonus! I'm a fragging femme!" She turned on her heel before stomping down the hall.

Bluestreak puffed up his cheeks, and stuck out his glossa as she left.

Sideswipe frowned. "Don't worry, Blue. Ya still got my vote on being the cutest!"