Thundercracker had gotten so high last night, he had been in a deep stasis all morning—but Skywarp was a different story. All that morning, he couldn't stop openly crying, which Starscream hadn't seen him do since they were all sparklings.

"Please, Skywarp, don't cry so much," Starscream was insisting, rubbing Skywarp's back a little helplessly.

"It's…it's all my fault!" Skywarp sobbed. "Why did I agree to go to a strip club? What was I thinking? I-I'm a terrible boyfriend!"

"All couples fight every now and then," Starscream told him, hoping he sounded reassuring.

"But n-not us!" Skywarp wailed. "I thought w-we were th-that couple—the one that n-never fights! And she…she slapped me! I am a worthless piece of scrap metal!"

"Skywarp, that was the meanest thing I ever heard a femme say," said Starscream firmly. "I really think she should treat you better. It's not your fault."

"W-What should I do now?" Skywarp asked, sitting up and wiping his eyes.

"You could do something nice for her, I guess." Starscream shrugged. "Buy her flowers or a present or something."

"Well…she does love presents," said Skywarp reluctantly. "She told me there was a diamond necklace she wanted and I didn't get it for her yet—even though I promised I would!"

At this revelation, Skywarp started crying all over again. Starscream sighed and put his arm around his brother.

"Moonbeam will forgive you," he whispered. "I promise."

…

Trying to sum up all the courage he could, a very hurt Skywarp waited in the guest room where Moonbeam slept, flowers in one hand, the diamond necklace in the other. Now, he was still trying not to cry, but he wanted Moonbeam to forgive him.

When she finally entered the room, her neutral expression turned to shock, then anger.

"What are you doing in my room?!" she yelled. "Get out immediately!"

"I-I just wanted to say I'm sorry, Moonbeam," Skywarp insisted. "I got you some flowers, and that diamond necklace you so wanted."

Moonbeam looked shocked again, then tears formed in her eyes. When Skywarp saw she was crying, he held her close.

"I'm sorry too," she whispered. "You…you really didn't do anything last night, did you?"

"No, of course I didn't, kissy-wissy," he told her gently. "In fact, some femme was trying to offer her 'services', and I turned her down. Just ask Starscream if you don't believe me."

"There's no need." Moonbeam pulled away and wiped her eyes. "I trust you."

"I trust you too," said Skywarp, feeling relieved. "Now, don't forget what I brought for you."

With that, he took out the beautiful diamond necklace and draped it around her neck. She glanced up at him, red eyes shining, and they kissed.

…

"Somehow…I have a bad feeling about this relationship all of a sudden," Starscream was saying, more to himself than to Thundercracker, as he sat on Thundercracker's bed. Thundercracker was a little hung-over, so Starscream looked down to make sure he was conscious.

"I-I'm listening," said Thundercracker weakly.

"Last night, when I saw how badly she hurt him…" Starscream shook his head. "Before that, I thought she was really nice, and she was nice—but only when she got what she wanted. As soon as things didn't go just her way, she completely blew her top."

"Maybe it's just a femme thing," mumbled Thundercracker.

"You love her anyway, though, don't you, friend?" said Starscream.

"I told you, I do not love her!" Thundercracker insisted. "Will you please just let me rest today?"

"Whatever," said Starscream, heading back to his own bed. "I'm just not too sure this new girlfriend is good for him."

"What are you gonna do about it?" Thundercracker asked flatly. "After all, you're the one who said they were all 'happy together'."

"I'm not going to do anything," Starscream mumbled. "I'm just going to go get something to drink. You can stay in here as long as you like."

So after Starscream left, Thundercracker found himself alone in the room again. What would he give to have a femme like that on his arm! Truthfully, he didn't know what had happened last night, because apparently he'd gone off to bed before the fireworks started, but apparently Moonbeam had done something to hurt Skywarp's feelings. It just didn't add up. Moonbeam was so nice, so beautiful, that Thundercracker couldn't imagine her doing anything mean. All he could imagine her doing—all he liked to imagine her doing, anyway—were things that were normally confined to the bedroom.