A/N: Take two! I already wrote this chapter, but because I'm stupid I accidentally saved over it with a version that only had the first sentence. So! Now I have to start all over again! ALL THE FRAG OVER AGAIN! Damn it!

I'm eating my emergency chocolate as I write this. The direction on the box say, and I'm not joking, "For immediate relief of: Chocolate Cravings, Lovesickness, Exam Pressure, Mild Anxiety and Extreme Hunger.

Directions for use: Tear open wrapper, break off desired dosage, and consume. Alternatively massage into the affected area. Repeat dosage as required until finished. If symptoms persist consult your local confectioner."

XD I love my parents for getting this for me.

Oh! And my cat finally came back! I don't know if I told you guys but my cat, Cow, went missing about two or three weeks ago. She finally popped up, and looks so skinny and weak. So we locked her in a room, with a bunch of food, and tuna, and milk, and water. We're hoping she eats a little, but with four dogs in the house it's hard to calm her down.

Unicronia onlined her optics to Wheeljack attaching her new servo. "Hm. It doesn't look to bad."

"Of course not! I made it myself!" Wheeljack joked.

Unicronia smiled. "Am I free yet?"

"As soon as I finish. Done!" Wheeljack watched as Unicronia tested the new hand.

"Pretty good." Unicronia jumped off the berth. "Where's the lab?"

Wheeljack grabbed her servo. "Allow me to lead the way!" Wheeljack pulled the femme through the halls, and different hangars until he reached the main lab. "Here it is! I'll lead the way inside!" Wheeljack opened the door, and Unicronia gasped.

"What the frag did you do to the lab!"

Broken beakers and test tubes littered the floor. Some unknown substance was dripping off a counter, and data pads were thrown everywhere. There were a couple of unfinished inventions on the tables and floor. There were even holes in the walls, and ceiling. "Heh, Explosions."

"They happen." Unicronia immediately began picking up datapads, and scraping the unknown substances into test tubes so she could identify them. "Can you go get some plaster so I can fix the walls, and ceiling?"

Wheeljack shrugged. "Sure."

Unicronia watched as he left the room. She released a sigh. "This is going to take forever." She looked up to the ceiling. "Is that a chair stuck to the light?" She quickly shook her head. "Crazy mech."

Wheeljack carried the small human sized containers of plaster. Unicronia would be upset that it was all he could find, but he couldn't help it. It was all the base had. He opened the lab door, and dropped all of the plaster. The lab was beautiful. Fully organized, and not one unknown substance was dripping onto anything else. Unicronia stood on the center worktable trying to get the chair off the light fixture.

"How did you get this thing up here?"

"Um," Wheeljack shook his head to get his thoughts straight. "Big explosion. I don't know how it ended up there. The whole thing is blurry really."

Unicronia laughed. "Maybe I don't want to blow up like you. My explosions are pretty inelegant, but I can remember the whole thing, analyze it, and find out what I did wrong."

Wheeljack laughed. "That's why we make a good team!"

"That, and neither of us mind exploding much."

"Yeah, it's hard to find a partner who doesn't mind exploding."

Unicronia giggled. "Did you know the earth has a substance called C4?"

"Been there, exploded that."

"I want to try it. Well that and the H-bomb."

"I haven't had the chance to try the H-bomb." Wheeljack confessed.

"Then we can make it." Unicronia announced.

"The first project after being back together?" Wheeljack's face mask uncovered showing his wide smile.

"Cover your face back up before you blast it to pieces! You know how explosion prone you are!"

Wheeljack laughed. "Naw! The lab's all clean now. Nothing could possibl-"

"Finish that sentence, and something will go wrong!"

"Sorry, I forgot!"

Unicronia smiled. "How long do we have before bots start to try to meet me?"

A knock came from the door, and Wheeljack covered his face again. "None."

Wheeljack opened the door, and two mechs zoomed into the room. A silver one, and a golden one. "We are just going to hide here for a while." The silver one let out a chuckle. "And who is this?" He asked walking up to Unicronia.

"This is Unicronia!" Wheeljack introduced her.

"You mean like Unicron?" The golden one raised an optic ridge.

"Sounds dangerous!" The silver looked over her. "The name's Sideswipe, and that," He pointed to the golden one, "Is Sunstreaker."

Sunstreaker humphed, and turned away. Unicronia didn't answer. "She's kind of shy." Wheeljack explained.

"With a name like hers I don't see why. Nobody would even want to go near her." Sunstreaker grumbled.

Unicronia frowned. The golden one got on her nerves. "Wh-wheeljack, Do you know wh-where my room is?"

"Huh, oh yeah. Come on! I'll take you!" Wheeljack looked over to the twins. "Don't touch anything! Unicronia just got finished straightening everything out!"

The two left the room, and Wheeljack lead Unicronia to her room. "I'm right next door, so feel free to visit me!"

"That is horrible living arrangements. Surely they know we'll blow everything up." Unicronia brought a digit up to her chin.

Wheeljack laughed. "Nah! They put us together so when they have to call construction bots it will be all in the same area!"

"That makes sense!"

"Here we are!" Wheeljack stopped in front of the room. "Call me if you need anything! Oh! The default code is zero zero zero zero. So, you can change it when you get inside."

"Thank you Wheeljack."

"Anytime!" Wheeljack ran back down the hall waving at her.

Unicronia gave a short wave before going inside the room. It was small, but she didn't need much room. She would probably be living in the Lab anyways. There was a berth, some shelves, and a small desk.

Unicronia pulled out dummy from one of the old training rooms on Cybertron. She always kept one with her. It helped calm her nerves. She put on the ground and started kicking and punching it. "Stupid Stunstreaker! It's not like a chose my name! I'll offline you! It will be great! Awesome! Empowering!" She started huffing. Giving one last punch to head of the dummy, she turned away, and sat on the berth, and she was calm once again.

A/N: I don't know about you guys, but when I get upset at someone I throw darts at a picture of their face. It makes me feel better. Great in fact. I can even face them, and not want to kill them, because I already did! Plus it helps relieve stress.

(Secret, but at the moment I have a picture of the facebook logo. It won't let me log in!)