A/N: A word of advice to people planning to do motorcycle school. Do not use SouthWest Motorcycle Training! The coaches there are rude. I hated it. They insult you, and quite frankly, they don't know how to teach people who have never been around motorcycles before. I barely passed, and they told me not to ride a motorcycle at all... Now I don't like when people insult me like that. Saying a passed, but I'm so sucky that I shouldn't ride at all... I take things to heart. I would have cried if I were a little younger, but as a teenager, I've learned to take things like that, and bottle it up into outward agression to a dart board.

That wasn't the only thing they did, but that was the only thing I really want to complain about, and or, feel comfortable complaining about. If you're going to take the class. At lease learn to ride the fucking thing first. The coaches don't have patients for beginners. If you don't anybody who can ride one, find one. I didn't even know the names of my coaches!

Unicronia watched her new minions as they set up her new secret lab. "Put that lab table in the middle, Far Stop." She motioned to the middle of the room, and a completely black mech pushed the heavy table to where she required it.

He released a sigh and leaned against the table. "How is this?"

Unicronia turned her helm to the side. A bright smile spread across her face. "Perfect!"

A blue and green mech stepped forward. "Lady Unicronia, isn't that where it was to begin with?"

"I wanted to test my options, Mainframe." Unicronia shrugged.

The room, which use to be dark and gloomy, was now bright and white. The only dark parts of the room that was black were the slate tops of the lab tables. New light fixtures had been set up, and beakers had been moved to the room. Chemicals and other objects were placed in the cabinets.

Mainframe nodded. "Yes, Lady Unicronia."

Far Stop looked over to Unicronia. "Wheeljack seems to be looking for you. Cryfire was in the Rec room, and Wheeljack asked where you were. He said that you were wondering around base."

Unicronia shot a glance at him."Frag! Do I look okay? I don't have too many scratches do I?"

"No, Lady Unicronia. You look great, not that I was looking like that!"

Unicronia smiled. "Thank you, Far Stop!" She quickly sprinted out of the room and up the stairs. She stopped at the door, and prepared herself. She released a sigh, and walked out. Then, she promptly ran straight into Wheeljack causing both parties to slam to the ground.

"Unicronia?" Wheeljack shook his helm from the ground. "Did you just walk out of that closet?"

"No." Unicronia quickly shook her helm. "What would I be doing inside that closet?"

"I don't know." Wheeljack shrugged. "Better question. Why is all of your stuff gone from the lab?"

"I got a new one."

"What?"

"I got a new lab. I would invite you, but it's still being set up."

Wheeljack stared at her. "Um, okay?"

Unicronia glanced around awkwardly. "You can come, and work on expirements with me."

Wheeljack glanced away. "Nah, it's okay." He slowly lifted himself off the floor, and helped Unicronia up. "I have to go explode or something. I'll talk to you later."

Unicronia cocked her helm to the side. "Um, okay?"

Wheeljack nodded to her, and walked away dejectedly.

Unicronia watched him walk away as Far Stop stepped out of the door. "Ouch. Looks like a kicked cyber puppy."

"He looked hurt. Why would feel like that. I just moved out of the lab. It's not like we'll never see each other."

Far Stop shrugged. "To him it might. I guess. I really don't know him. I just met you yesterday."

Unicronia nodded. "You're right. You don't know him. I've got three more lab tables that need to be moved, and you sir, are going to move them." She smiled, and walked back in the door, and down the stairs.

Far Stop smirked. "That's what I'm here for, Lady Unicronia."

Ratchet sat at his desk, and slowly began filling out the medical reports of the day. Sideswipe came in with another disconnected arm, Hound's T-cog was pushed out of place, Optimus' servo became stiff, but surprisingly, neither Unicronia or Wheeljack had been there to visit him.

Ratchet stood up. He had a horrible feeling. He slowly made his way out of the Med bay, leaving First Aid in charge, and quickened his pace to Wheeljack and Unicronia's shared lab. He made a swift turn, and ran through the door. Wheeljack sat at a lab table beating a metal cube with a screw driver. "Wheeljack?"

Wheeljack turned around. His face mask was uncovered, and a frown stretched down his face. "Hi Ratchet." He mumbled.

Ratchet looked around. "Where's Unicronia?"

"Probably having a party because she got rid of me. She left, Ratchet."

Ratchet frowned. "What do you mean 'She left'? She loves science. She wouldn't leave this lab for the world."

"She got a new lab. I ran into her, and she was in the process of moving all her stuff into the lab. Look around! It's all gone!"

Ratchet stepped closer. "Wheeljack, Optimus didn't approve of a new lab, and I highly doubt Prowl would have."

Wheeljack slouched. "Then where did she move all her stuff? Even her recharging lab table is gone."

Ratchet thought for a moment. "Optimus mentioned that she asked if there were any bots in the closet across from the rec room."

Wheeljack looked at him with a blank face. "She told me that there were a group of strange mechs in the room across from the rec room, but there is no room, it's just a closet, just like you said."

Ratchet nodded. Unicronia walked into the room with a black mech. "Hi Ratchet! Hi Wheeljack!" She waved at the two then turned to the mech. "That box over there is mine. It has a bunch of unexploded, and unfinished inventions."

The mech nodded, and grabbed the box. "It won't explode, right, Lady Unicronia?"

Unicronia shook her helm. "It shouldn't, but no promises."

The mech frowned, but continued holding the box. He finally shrugged, and sighed. "That's as good as I'm going to get, isn't it?"

Unicronia smiled, and shrugged. "Probably."

The mech nodded, and walked out of the room. Wheeljack frowned. "Are you moving in with him?"

Unicronia shrugged. "Not really."

Ratchet watched the mech. "I've never seen him before. He had gold optics, much like Prowl."

Unicronia shrugged. "He isn't an Autobot." She quickly left the room.

"What did she mean by not an Autobot?" Wheeljack asked.

Ratchet waited a couple of seconds. "Alright, let's go."

Wheeljack looked surprised. "What?"

"Let's go. We're following her." He quickly left the room, waving for Wheeljack to follow. Wheeljack jumped off his seat, and ran out the door.

Unicronia walked beside Far Stop as they made their way to the new lab. Far Stop took occasional glances to Unicronia, and smiled. "That Wheeljack bot, he had a sticker on his aft."

Unicronia smirked. "He never took it off. I took mine off as soon as I could!"

"Do you not like Wheeljack?"

Unicronia stopped walking. "Well, it's not like I don't like him, but you saw his aft!"

"What was wrong with his aft. I thought it was very cute, Lady Unicronia."

Unicronia frowned. "He likes somebody else. Sure, Sideswipe tries to get Wheeljack to like me, but I think he likes Arcee. He sometimes talks about her a lot."

Far Stop nodded. "Maybe you should try to steal him away from this Arcee."

"Arcee, and I became friends. I couldn't do that. What if she likes Wheeljack?"

Far Stop Shrugged. "I've never had to deal with something like this, Lady Unicronia."

Unicronia nodded. "Yeah. I know."

Wheeljack and Ratchet watched the two walk and talk. Wheeljack frowned. "I can't hear them, Ratchet!"

Ratchet, behind Wheeljack, started laughing. "You still have that fragging bumper sticker on your aft."

Wheeljack turned around to Ratchet. "What bumper sticker?"

Ratchet laughed harder. "The one I put there!"

Wheeljack looked shocked. He thought back to the sticker on Unicronia's aft. "Does Unicronia really like me!"

Ratchet looked taken aback, and abruptly stopped laughing. "You didn't know?"

"No!"

Ratchet looked over to Wheeljack. "She told me the other day. I thought you two already knew, and were just too shy to admit it aloud to each other. I thought you were in a silent understanding."

"I had no idea! What does my bumper sticker say?"

"'Warning: Love sick mech. Will talk endlessly about a certain femme, and not let you finish work. You have been warned'."

"And she read that?"

"Probably."

Wheeljack turned away from Ratchet, and looked into the hallway. "She's gone! What am I supposed to do?" He groaned.

"Wheeljack, it's no big deal."

"It is! I didn't want her to know, so I used Arcee's name as a code word for when I was talking about Unicronia! I started doing that after Arcee and Unicronia started hanging out."

"Frag." Ratchet cursed.