A/N: Sorry. I know I told somebody that I was going update yesterday, but the vet put my cat to sleep yesterday. She had Liver disease. The second animal we lost to it. :( Quite frankly, I didn't feel like doing anything yesterday.

Unicronia and Wheeljack sat quietly in their lab, each working on a different experiment. "Slag." Unicronia cursed grabbed a small fire extinguisher, and extinguishing the fire that had combusted in the fuel tank of her experiment.

Wheeljack turned to spare her glance. "Whatcha doin?"

"I'm making something for a human."

"What kind of something."

"The human's child wants a dog, but he has allergies. I owe him."

"What do you owe him for?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Unicronia turned around and stared a Wheeljack.

"Just curious."

"You know what the humans say. 'Curiosity killed the cat'."

"Satisfaction brought it back." Wheeljack shot back.

Unicronia stayed silent for a moment. "How long have you been waiting to use that against me?"

"A while."

Unicronia laughed. "Nice to know." She turned back around, and stared fixing her wiring mistake on the robotic dog. "Hey, You and Ratchet made the Dinobots, right?"

Wheeljack shrugged, and started tinkering with the broken microwave a soldier brought in. "Yeah."

"How did you get the wiring to go by the tank without it exploding?"

"Ratchet did that. You know everything I touch explodes at some point."

Unicronia nodded. "I know. Hmm, maybe the wires are just too close to the energon."

Wheeljack glanced over to Unicronia and watched as she worked on the tiny robotic dog. "You going to make it talk?"

"It will bark, like any normal dog."

"Why not make it talk?"

"Because dogs don't talk."

"How do you know?" Wheeljack stood up, and grabbed a data pad. "Watch this."

Wheeljack brought up youtube, and started a search for talking animal videos. Unicronia sat back, and watched as the dog talked. She shuttered her optics for a second as the video finished, and Wheeljack exited out. "Wheeljack, that was obviously edited."

"If you say so."

Unicronia stared at him. "Wasn't it?"

Wheeljack shrugged. "Was it?"

Unicronia looked between the robotic dog, and Wheeljack. "I would feel bad if this guy couldn't talk, and all the rest could."

"I would too."

"Can you go get me pieces for a vocal processor, please?"

Wheeljack smiled. "Of course!" He walked out of the room smiling, and running for Ratchet. "Ratchet! Ratchet! Ratchet!" He stormed through the Med bay, and slid to a stop in front of Ratchet.

"What!" Ratchet screamed.

"I need things for a vocal processor!"

"Why?" Ratchet gave Wheeljack a suspicious glare.

"It's for Unicronia! It would be preferable if it was small. About the size of Sparks'."

"Because 'for Unicronia' is a great explanation." Ratchet crossed his servos.

"Ratchet, if you don't give us one, then we'll have to build one ourselves. Do you really want us to explode, again?"

Ratchet sighed. "Fine. I've learned not to ask anyways." Ratchet walked in one of his storage rooms, and began digging. "You're lucky, Sparks doesn't break her vocal processor often." He commented as he walked out of the room, and passed the small unit over to Wheeljack.

"Aren't I?"

"Now, if that is all, GET OUT!"

Wheeljack sprinted out of the Med bay before wrenches were thrown. He continued his sprint all the way back to the lab. "I GOT IT!"

Unicronia turned to look at Wheeljack. "Good. Set it right there, and then finish working on your experiment."

"Are you telling me what to do?"

"Yes."

"Oh, alright." Wheeljack set the vocal processor right where Unicronia motioned, and then sat down at his lab table. "Did you figure out the fire?"

"Don't worry. I fixed it. I rerouted the wires around the fuel tank, and they work just as well, only without the miniature explosions."

Wheeljack chuckled. "That was my favorite feature though."

Unicronia's helm turned to the side. She quicly swirled around on her stool. "Have you ever thought that our cravings for explosions are unhealthy?"

"No, but now that you mention it… What if it's a glitch or something?"

Unicronia frowned. "I don't like thinking I have a glitch. How about we say that we are the normal ones, and everybody else has a glitch that causes them to not want to explode?"

Wheeljack nodded. "I like the way you think, femme."

"Why, thank you, mech."

"Anytime, femme."

"Sure thing, mech."

"Just ask, femme."

"I will, mech!"

"Alright them, femme!"

"Why are we doing this, mech?"

"I don't know, femme."

"Stop. You're being creepy."

Wheeljack let out a chuckle. "Sorry…femme!"

"I will cut you!" Unicronia yelled.

Wheeljack stared at her. "Where did that come from?"

"I saw it on a show."

"Oh."

Unicronia turned back around, and began working on the robot dog again. Wheeljack watched as she messed with wires, and turned her helm ever so slightly when she ran into a problem. It was cute. She was cute, and he was hopelessly captivated.

"Wheeljack."

"Huh?" Wheeljack stared at Unicronia as she stared at him. She gave him a strange look.

"Are you okay? You've been staring into space forever now."

"OH JUST KISS!"

The two quickly turned to the door. Sideswipe stood there with his servos crossed. "The sexual tension in here is incredible."

Wheeljack looked away awkwardly. "What do you want, Sideswipe?"

"I need a hiding place."

Unicronia stood up quickly. "Not here! I have a… understanding, with Sunstreaker." She began pushing the wheeler out of the room.

"Woah! I need sanctuary!"

"No!"

"I helped you!"

"No!"

"Oh, come on, Prowl will offline me!"

"No!"

"Will you not stop using 'No!' as an answer!"

"No! Wait, yes!"

Wheeljack laughed as Unicronia failed miserably to push Sideswipe out. She was almost making a forty five degree angle with the ground, and her pedes were sliding across the ground. Sideswipe stood in place, and stared a Wheeljack. "What's so funny?"

"Come on in, Sides. You can hide in that closet, and if Prowl comes looking for you I'll set off an escape explosion."

Sideswipe smiled. "That's what I'm talking about!' Sideswipe backed up, and allowed Unicronia to collide with the ground. "See, Chronie, that is how a true friend acts." Sideswipe rolled into the closet, and Wheeljack locked him in.

"See, Unicronia. That is how you get a hostage."

"What!" Sideswipe yelled.

Unicronia smiled. "Oh, I see. Should I be taking notes?"

"Of course!" Wheeljack smiled, and sat down at his lab table. "Right after you finish that dog.

"Wheeljack?"

"Yes, Unicronia?"

"I think I broke something. I can't get up."

Wheeljack laughed. "You're so old! You shouldn't be doing heavy lifting!"

"I'm serious, Wheeljack. I can't get up."

Wheeljack stared down at her. "Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Can you move at all?"

"No."

Wheeljack smiled. "I think one of your main wires came out of place. I'll take you Ratchet." Wheeljack got up, and scooped Unicronia off the floor, and threw her over his shoulder. "Sides, if anybody comes in here just scream really loud, okay?"

"Frag you, Wheeljack!"

"Alright, as soon as I get back!" Wheeljack called smiling.

Unicronia sat on the berth. Ratchet stared at her. "How the frag did you do that?"

"I don't know."

"You ripped your mobility mechanisms energon line right out. How the frag do you do that?"

"Ratchet, I don't know."

Ratchet glared at her. "I put it back in place. Don't do anything strenuous for a while, and you should be fine."

Unicronia slid off the berth. "This is embarrassing. Wheeljack carried me all the way here, and all we got were wolf whistles."

Ratchet smirked. "You still have that crush on Wheeljack?"

"No offense Ratchet, you're cute, but Wheeljack's better."

Ratchet snorted. "Thank you."

"Can I ask you something, Ratchet?"

"What?"

"Do you have a glitch?"

Ratchet sat there for a moment. "No."

"As I suspected. Ratchet, I would get yourself checked. I have to go get to work on a robot dog."

"What robot dog?"

"A soldier asked for one. I owe him so I'm making him one."

"Are you using any Cybertronian technology?"

"the only Cybertronian tech I'm using is the vocal processor, and the fuel."

Ratchet gave her a curious glance. "Why does a dog need a vocal processor?"

"Because they can talk."

"Animals can't talk."

"That's not true. Wheeljack showed me a video."

Ratchet nodded, and peeked outside the med bay. "You," he pointed to a human, "Come here."

The human walked in. "What's up, Ratchet?"

"Tell this dumbaft that dogs can't talk."

The human stared at Unicronia. "You think dogs talk?"

"I-I know they do."

"Dude, they don't talk. Stop being a dork."

Unicronia looked at the man. "How am I being a whale's penis?"

The man looked her in shock. "What?"

"You called me a whale's penis."

Ratchet facepalmed. "Dork is a human term for a fool."

"Oh."

The human looked at Unicronia. "Does it really mean Whale penis?"

"Yes. That is what my internal dictionary says it is."

"Awsome." The man laughed, and walked off.

"I suppose you want your vocal processor back." Unicronia glanced over to Ratchet.

"You can keep it. Make sure the man signs a document saying that if he lets any of technology be known in the public, that we will throw him into the depths of outer space."

"In those words?"

"Sugar coat it."

"Oh, Okay." Unicronia waved as she left the room. "How do I sugar coat words?" She mumbled to herself as she ran back into her and Wheeljack's lab.