A/N Sorry for not updating! Again... D: I'm such a selfish fool. Forgetting about you guys... T_T I'm so cruel! Well, here it is...okay, I promised I would say who's taller. Sorry to burst anyone's bubble, but it's...wait for it...KNOCKOUT! XD I was shocked, too, when I found out. But it's only by a couple of millimeters...so don't worry about it. You can all live your happy lives believing Smokescreen is taller than Knockout...I do XD Okay, here it is. *gestures below*

"So, why'd you stay?" Arcee asked.
"I just wanted to," Jack replied, shrugging. Arcee nodded her understanding. She looked over to
Smokescreen, who was sitting down. He had June's card, open, in one servo, and the other was pressed against his forehead. He was rereading it over and over, blushing even more and more. Arcee walked over to him.
"Err, what does it say?" She wondered.
"'Hey there, Smokescreen, I just wanted to say hello. I know you're ill, robot style, so I hope you get better! As much as you can. With all my love, June Darby.'" Smokescreen quoted. Arcee blinked. "Mildly disturbing," She mumbled.
"She also tried to draw me. Check this out," Smokescreen added, showing her the card. Arcee shuddered.
"That's…kinda scary," She commented.
"Tell me about it," Smokescreen muttered under his breath.
"I'm going to go over there," Arcee said, jerking a thumb behind her. Smokescreen waved a servo. "Okay," He watched the femme go. "Hmm…" Seconds slowly ticked away as the Autobot mech set aside the folded sheet of paper.

Ratchet didn't know what to do. Jack was here. It was rare when someone talked.
All was quiet and still.
He decided to enjoy the peace as long as it lasted.

It wasn't very long when Smokescreen finally stood and walked directly toward Ratchet. The medic internally sighed as the young mech surged forward.
"Ratchet, I need you to contact Knockout." Smokescreen demanded. Ratchet frowned.
"Knockout? What would you have to do with that foul Decepticon beast at a time like this? Oh, please, don't tell me you're feeling sick again!" He protested.
"No, I'm not sick again. I just need a quick chat with him, to even things out," Smokescreen clarified, looking at the other mech quizzically. Ratchet shot him a glare of suspicion, but silently agreed and tried to find Knockout's beacon. Finally, the Autobot medic huffed impatiently.
"What is it?"
"The last time I found Knockout, I was lucky. He was street racing again and forgot to disguise his signal. But now I can't find him. I can only call him back at the same frequency he used through last time, but I can't trace it." Ratchet explained. Smokescreen sighed.
"Just…just do what you can." Ratchet typed some information into the computer.
"Would you like to talk to him directly or send him a message?" Ratchet asked.
"Directly." Ratchet nodded and entered a couple more coordinates.
"Knockout should be receiving a message right now." Ratchet reported, glancing at Smokescreen. He looked at the screen again. "He's answered." Smokescreen stepped forward from where he was standing a couple meters off and sidled up alongside Ratchet. "He's ready for you," Ratchet said, backing up a little so the younger Autobot mech could speak to Knockout.
The image of the Decepticon popped onto the screen.
"Smokescreen? Back for seconds?" He inquired bluntly. Smokescreen blinked.
"No! I just wanted to talk." Knockout gave him an expression of question.
"Just to talk? Listen, I only answered because I thought this might be important. Soundwave sees and hears everything, and Megatron always finds out. So make this fast and you might spare me a couple hours of buffing some nasty dents and scratches." Knockout snapped. Smokescreen nodded in understanding.
"Alright. I just needed to talk about Autobots and Decepticons." Smokescreen replied curtly.

Ratchet listened in, interested. He couldn't help himself.
"Autobots and Decepticons…" He murmured to himself. What was Smokescreen planning…?

"Autobots and Decepticons?" Knockout echoed.
"Yeah. You've been in the Autobot base multiple times, and I've been in the Nemesis for a while. You helped me. I think we've broken through…something. A boundary. Especially since we've interfaced." Smokescreen continued. Knockout frowned.
"I can't help but to admit you are right. We know a lot…"
"I'm worried," Smokescreen stated flatly. "You're a Decepticon. You lie, you trick people. It's in your blood. I can't help but to feel at one point you'll use this bond between us against us. I'm not sure who to trust anymore." Knockout blinked. He was speechless for a couple moments as he stared at Smokescreen.
"I…I…you're right. I am a Decepticon and proud. It's what I do. Now, is this conversation over?" He
growled, optics narrow.
"Yeah, and I'm an Autobot. We're loyal to our own sides. Big deal, we've gone through this." Smokescreen grumbled. "I just want to make a truce, at least with you and me. We're equal. Are you up for it?"

Ratchet couldn't believe his audios. A truce? Between Autobot and Decepticon?
Was Smokescreen out of his mind? Then again, it was what Optimus Prime wanted as well…Ratchet felt like interrupting, but he couldn't bring himself to.
Inside, he just wanted to find out what would happen if they kept talking.

Knockout's features plainly showed contempt.
"You must be a fool. A pit-spawned fool. This would never work!" He protested angrily. Smokescreen kept a straight face.
"Would you rather rip me limb from limb?" He asked.
"Gladly."
Smokescreen ignored him, knowing he was lying, remembering the last scenerio with Knockout threating to kill Smokescreen. But he decided to play along.
"I can change that. Let's have a meeting. In the Nemesis."
"The Nemesis!? Smokescreen, really, must we have to go here? As I've said before, Soundwave and Megatron always find out!" Knockout exclaimed.
"Not if Soundwave and Megatron aren't in the ship," Smokescreen smirked. Knockout thought for a little.
"You are right…the vehicons aren't too much of a threat anyway. But how would you lure them out?"
"Easy! Just try to find an energon signal, and tell Megatron that the Autobots might've found it too. Try not to sound like you're telling him how to lead his ship or he might scrap you. But also tell him that Optimus himself may be coming to find it, and convince him to go himself with Soundwave and a couple more vehicons. If he asks who's going to do surveillance, say that you'd like to guard the ship yourself, and let me in when I come." Smokescreen laid out the details of the plan to Knockout. "Eager to chat, aren't we?" Knockout commented.
"You'll get energon in the process," Smokescreen added.
"Humph. Fine. I'll do it. Tomorrow. I'll send you a message when I'm ready for you."
"So it's settled?"
"Yes. We'll finish this tomorrow."
"Okay. So it's a deal."
"Wait, I think Soundwave is-" Suddenly the image of Knockout flickered and was gone. Smokescreen blinked, turning to Ratchet. Ratchet shrugged.
"Are you done?" He asked. Smokescreen nodded, walking off. Ratchet approached the computer and deleted all history of the conversation. No one else needs to know what happened here.

A/N ...I've got nothing -_-' I'm trying to stay nice and squeaky clean now, so... :D I hope you like! Or do you like it the other way around...? *shrug* Oh well. PLEASE REVIEW! XD