A/N: My dogs want to send you messages, if you understand them tell me what they mean.

Turtle:ftsei,oufri;upo;

Curl:*ccvc v,c /bghmbv kljkjk v

Abby: xz (She didn't have much to say. She took one step on the keyboard, and thought she was in trouble)

Tinkie: bklki-003

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Anyways. My mom and dad left me a note this morning that said "Ninja, We left. Will be back tomorrow. Water your grandma's yard, and take care of the dogs. Love Mom, and Dad (even though he had no part in the writing process)"

I have no idea where they had gone off to. All I know is that they left, and will be back tomorrow, and that I'm supposed to water my grandmother's yard while the county is under a water shortage… Oh well. Guess I know why I got a strawberry daiquiri yesterday.

Unicronia waited patiently for Wheeljack to return, but let's face it, she was better at being shy than she was at being patient. She was becoming restless, squirming around on the berth, and letting out sighs. She was beginning to annoy Ratchet.

Every time the femme moved Ratchet would start squeezing the pede. By the time the femme started letting out sighs Ratchet was already fed up. He threw the pede to the ground, Startling Unicronia. "Listen up! You just pulled the last straw! If so much as twitch a digit or make any kind of noise I will weld your mouthplates shut, and cut off all control you have over your body!"

Unicronia stared at Ratchet mouthplates wide open, and Optics glowing brightly in shock. Wheeljack skipped merrily into the Med bay, and watched the two bots have their stare off. "I brought Energon!" he cheered.

Unicronia's helm slowly turned to him. She bowed her helm in thanks as Wheeljack walked over, and handed her the cube.

Ratchet once again started working on the pede, and Wheeljack wondered over to the table and grabbed the servo he was supposed to be working on. "What can I do to this?" Wheeljack asked thoughtfully.

"You will do nothing but fix it! If I find you messed with that servo in any way I will kick your aft!" Ratchet threatened.

Wheeljack let out some chuckles. "I guess I'll be fixing this thing then." He grabbed the parts he needed and began working. "Did you know there's a memorial for Ironhide?"

"I do." Ratchet answered curtly.

"Oh. When is Sparks next shift?" Wheeljack continued questioning.

"Tomorrow."

"Oh."

"Why are you asking so many questions? What do you want?"

"Well, I think I might have built a machine that can create a deadly electrical shorage in a Cybertronian."

Ratchet looked over to Wheeljack. "What?"

"I need to test it on someone first, to see if it works, so I was going to ask Sparks."

"What were you going to do? Offline her?"

"If she agreed, yeah."

Ratchet grabbed a wrench and smacked the mech. "Son of glitch! Are you stupid?"

"I'm one of the smartest people I know!"

"That says a lot about the people you know, Wheeljack!" Ratchet shot back sarcastically.

"I know you!" Wheeljack pointed out. "And Prime, and Perceptor, and Unicronia!"

"Unicronia is on a berth because she decided to split an atom inside of her pod."

"I know Prime and Perceptor!" Wheeljack corrected.

Unicronia was about to say something, but Ratchet cut her off. "Remember what I said, femme!"

Wheeljack looked between the two. "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Ratchet answered as he continued working on the pede. Wheeljack looked over to Unicronia, who only looked up to the ceiling, effectively ignoring him.

Wheeljack hummed as he sat in the rec room rebuilding Unicronia's servo. It wasn't as bad as he thought it was. He was actually almost finished. All he had to do was reattach some digits, and install the thing. "Where did I put that digit?"

"This one?"

Wheeljack looked up. "Yes! Thank you, Bluestreak!"

"What are you doing? Are you making a new servo for yourself, just in case yours explodes again? You know, you're pretty lucky that you don't offline in those explosions. I would have offlined if I always exploded."

"Never thought about it." Wheeljack answered. "And this one isn't for me. It's for Unicronia."

"The new bot? I haven't met her yet. Is she nice? What does she look like? Do you think she'll like me? What if she doesn't like me? What's her name? What does she like to do?" The questions flowed out of Bluestreak, and Wheeljack was getting scared that they wouldn't stop.

"Yeah, her name is Unicronia. She's nice after you get to know her, but she is pretty shy. She is silver with a little bit of blue. I'm not really sure if she'll like you, or if she likes anybody really. She's not that social. She likes to make stuff. She'll make almost anything you can think of."

"Where is she? Is she ok? Why do you have her servo? Did she explode?"

"She's in Med bay. She'll be fine, and yeah she exploded."

"Hey! Blue!" Sunstreaker called from the entryway. "You coming or not!"

"Oh! Coming!" Blue waved at the yellow mech. "Sorry I gotta go, Wheeljack!"

"Goodbye!" Wheeljack waved goodbye to the young mech. "Oh! I finished without even noticing." Wheeljack smiled under his mask. "Better go get this thing installed.

Wheeljack snuck around the corner into the Med bay. Ratchet had not been in a good mood today. Apparently somebody painted him to look like Megatron. As funny as it was, Wheeljack didn't want to offline today.

Wheeljack looked over to Unicronia's berth. She was in recharge. Good, easier for him to get in, and get out.

"Wheeljack, What the frag are you doing sneaking around like that?"

Wheeljack jumped, and let out a girlish shriek. "Ratchet! Don't offline me! I only need to replace Unicronia's servo!"

"Why would I offline you? I already got my servos onto Sideswipe for painting me, and I got the paint removed."

"Oh." Wheeljack stood up straight, and walked over to Unicronia. "I guess I'll get to work."

"As soon as you finish she is free to go. I finished all the scans I need." Ratchet waved Wheeljack off, and walked into his office that was attached to the Med bay.