A/N Err...yeah. Sorry for not updating for a while. ^^; I got hooked on Vsauce again...go check him out on Youtube, he has a really nice channel XD I held myself back from posting this, 1. becuase I was lazy, and 2. I was hoping I would get more answers to the question I asked in the last chapter :/ Speaking of the question! Even though I only got ONE response (...) here's what it is so far:
Who people think is taller: Smokescreen
Who people prefer being dominant: Smokescreen
So far, people are liking Smokescreen...don't be afraid to answer now! I'll say who's actually taller when I get more replies.
This chapter sucks... -_-'

"Oh, no, not the human again!" Knockout complained loudly. Smokescreen just kept panting.
"How much did you see?" Ratchet asked firmly. Miko shrugged.
"All of it, I guess," She mumbled. Ratchet stared at the little girl. He was trying to think, and almost failing. "Primus, what do I do now," He whispered to himself, shutting his optics and shaking his head. "Just…forget this ever happened. And DO NOT share this with anyone else, if you can help it," Ratchet instructed. Miko nodded.
"Okay, sure. Easy enough, considering I've been scarred for life," She muttered, turning her back and skipping away. Ratchet shook his head worriedly, watching her go.
"I still don't feel secure with her…" He sighed. "Alright, Knockout. I'll ground bridge you back to the coordinates you supplied me with earlier," The Autobot medic said, already walking toward the bridge. Knockout nodded, and set down an exhausted Smokescreen.

Arcee spotted Ratchet walking out of the room, followed by Knockout.
"So. How'd it go?" She asked, crossing her arms. Ratchet glanced at her, but then continued. The blue femme was confused. She looked to Knockout for an answer. Knockout stared back at her, shrugging. "Smokescreen says he feels better, but I still believe I've made him a little worse. Don't worry; he'll live, if that's what you're concerned about." He finally explained. Arcee looked a little surprised. She uncrossed her arms and decided to see him for herself as Knockout disappeared through the ground bridge.

Arcee stopped dead at the entrance.
Smokescreen was leaning against the berth, face skyward and optics shut. His chest rose and fell slowly as he steadily breathed, but his legs were spread, and transfluid and energon was seeping out of his valve. The inside of his legs were also stained with the liquids.
"Smokescreen!?" She blurted in surprise. The mech shifted a little and opened an optic to look at her.
"Hey Arcee," He whispered hoarsely. Arcee stared at him, speechless. She slowly registered he was okay, and swallowed.
"How are you feeling?" She asked, kneeling next to him. Smokescreen clicked shut his panel
and closed his legs, much to her relief. He sat up.
"Much better," He admitted.
"What'd they do?" Smokescreen shrugged.
"Knockout fragged me. Hard. Nothing more to it," He mumbled, looking away. Arcee blinked a couple times. "Really? That helped? Was that really all you needed?"
"Yup."
"That's…abnormal," Smokescreen chuckled at her comment.
"Tell me about it," He drawled. Arcee got up.
"Well, that's all I wanted to know. Bye," Smokescreen watched her go silently.

The Autobot base was quiet, deathly still. Everyone was recharging; all but Smokescreen. He moaned softly from on his berth. 'Why won't sleep come? Please, don't tell me I need Knockout again…' Smokescreen desperately thought.
Finally, he gave in and stood up. His steps were hardly audible as he snuck out the door. Smokescreen looked around.
He decided to check on the others, to see if they were having as much luck as he had with recharging. Ratchet had fallen asleep on the computer's keyboard, too much into his work to go to his berth. Bumblebee was dozing peacefully. Bulkhead was snoring away. Smokescreen didn't dare to peep through Optimus's door, however.
But when he got to Arcee's room…he stepped closer, gazing thoughtfully at Arcee. She was curled up, shaking, but it wasn't cold. Then he saw her scared, distressed face, her upturned eyebrows. It was another nightmare, perhaps of Cliffjumper again.
Instinctively, he walked closer and sat next to her. Smokescreen placed a hand on her side. She was violently shivering. Smokescreen blinked as she attacked his hand. He quickly drew it back.
That must be some nightmare…only half thinking, he stroked her cheek. She seemed to relax a little. Smokescreen smiled. Before either of them knew it, Smokescreen had scooped up Arcee and pulled her into a warm hug. Arcee's eyes fluttered open to see Smokescreen's car door 'wings'. She smiled and put her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs around his waist at the same time.
"Have trouble recharging?" She whispered.
"Yeah. So I came to check on you guys. Were you having a nightmare?" Arcee looked off to the side. "Well…yeah."
"About him again?"
"Who else?" They laughed softly. Smokescreen set her down back on the berth. "So, why can't you sleep?" Arcee asked with bright optics.
"I really don't know. Just go back to sleep," He said. She frowned a little before lying down again.
"Alright. Good night, Smokescreen," Smokescreen glanced over his shoulder.
"Good night, Arcee,"

As he returned to his berth, he found sleep was clawing at his eyes. Finally…he smiled and lay down, giving himself away to recharge…

Smokescreen opened his eyes.
"Come," Knockout coaxed, waving a servo. Smokescreen blinked. Knockout? How'd he… "Well, are you just going to stand there? Follow me!" Knockout growled. Smokescreen regained his bearings and chased after Knockout as he ran the metal halls, his feet making a 'clank' sound every time they hit the floor.
The place around him…it was vaguely familiar…the Nemesis! That's where they were!
"Wait! Knockout! How'd I get here? What am I doing here?" Knockout blinked at him, staring at the Autobot like he was an idiot. Apparently that was a stupid question to ask.
Finally, they made it to Knockout's med bay. It was empty, except for the two of them. Knockout turned to face Smokescreen.
"This is settled here." Knockout began. "I will accept what you want, but only if-"
"What I want?" Smokescreen couldn't help but to blurt. Knockout stared at him incredulously.
"Seriously, Smokescreen, what did you hit your processor on…?"

Smokescreen opened his eyes. He was on his berth. The Autobot mech sat up and rubbed his helm.
"A dream…?" He mumbled.

The door slid open as Smokescreen sauntered out of his room. Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee were waiting for him.
"Look who's finally woken up," Arcee smirked.
"Urgh…what time is it?"
"Noon. Why?" Smokescreen's jaw parted.
"Have I really slept that late?"
"You can sure bet on it," Bulkhead chuckled.
"Why didn't you wake me up, then?" Smokescreen wondered.
"Looked like you were having some dream. Say, what were you dreaming about?" Arcee asked. Smokescreen strained to remember.
"Well, I don't remember all of it…but…" Flashes. Running. Knockout. Gray, metal walls. "I…I was running. With something…I was following Knockout. Or I could've been chasing him. I don't remember. I was somewhere gray. Then…I remembered being confused." Team Prime blinked.
"That…doesn't say much. Well, anyway, Jack is coming, along with his mom. Raf can't come. Summer school. Miko's sleeping in. Don't ask me how I know," Arcee informed Smokescreen. Smokescreen nodded. At that very moment, a car drove in through the entrance, its engine purring loudly. The 2 front doors swung open. "Aaand here they are now," Arcee remarked. June and Jack hopped out, slamming the doors loudly behind them. June fumbled in her purse for her keys. Once she found them, she locked the car.
"Hi again! It's been so long, I've been itching to see what's up at base," She cooed happily.
"Hello, Mrs. Darby. It's good to see you too," Arcee replied. More warm greetings were shared. Smokescreen nodded and smiled.
"So I was hearing Smokescreen is sick?" She asked.
"Was sick," Ratchet corrected. "But he just had a headache, that's all. Knockout…helped."
"Knockout was here? Jack told me a little something about that, but couldn't you help him yourself?" June asked, hands on her hips.
"N-no, it doesn't work the way you think, Mrs. Darby. Apparently Smokescreen just missed Knockout…he'd been stuck with him on the Decepticon warship for a while." Ratchet explained. June Darby looked tickled. "Alright then, that's what I came here for," She said, turning around to leave. Then she stopped. "Oops, I almost forgot! I made a Get Well Card for Smokescreen when he was sick, even though it's late," She dug around in her purse, looking for it. Ratchet sighed. Suddenly June found it. She waved the blue and white paper. "Here it is," Ratchet took it.
"Smokescreen, it's for you," He suddenly called toward the mech. Said Autobot came to Ratchet's side. Ratchet opened it. Smokescreen read what was in the inside covers and blushed. Mrs. Darby beamed brightly.
"Do you like it?" Ratchet glanced at her.
"Lovely," He answered for Smokescreen, who was lost for words.
"Glad you do. Okay, bye!" June chirped, getting back in her car. "Jack, are you coming?" She asked, seeing her son wasn't going anywhere.
"I-I'd like to stay here for a little longer. I can call when I'm ready to go back home, or I'll take Arcee." Jack replied.
"Okay, but don't take too long!" Mrs. Darby answered, closing the car door and turning on the vehicle. She drove back home, leaving Team Prime in silence.

A/N Did I get anyone's personality wrong? I think I messed up June somewhere along the way...not sure about everyone else.
Just to clear up some misconceptions, from reading some other fanfics, most peeps think of Smokescreen as really young. I like to think of him being older. No, not as old as Ratchet or Optimus Prime (LOL) but not 14 either. His voice just suggests his age a little...listen, and you'll hear it.
Okay, that conversation is over *snaps fingers* let's talk about my question in the last chapter! XD Bringing that up again. I said I would say who's taller and would say who people want to be dominant in this chapter, but I'll leave that to a later time, when more people give their votes.
I also have a poll in my profile...go check that out. It's about Arcee :/ Now, now, I am highly aware some of you HATE Arcee, but give her a chance for once and don't kill me for this. It's about a pairing for her. So yeah. Thanks for reading, and PLEASE REVIEW!