Unicronia sat at her new lab table. Three boxes sat beside it. The first labeled, "Good Inventions". The next, "Exploded Inventions", and the last read, "Inventions meant for Evil overlord work, and will most likely never be used.". Unicronia released a dramatic sigh, and dropped her latest invention in the last box.

Far Stop glanced over to her. "Lady Unicronia, are you alright?"

Unicronia gave another dramatic sigh. "No."

A purple and yellow mech walked up to her. "Is it about Wheeljack?"

Unicronia glanced over to the mech. "Mimic, if this was about Wheeljack, I would be sighing dramatically."

Mimic looked confused. "You are sighing dramatically."

"Then yes, it is about Wheeljack."

Far Stop looked over to Mimic, and shrugged. Mimic sighed. "Why don't you just tell him you like him?"

Unicronia flew dramatically off her stool, and hit the ground. "I CAN'T DO THAT!"

Mimic and Far Stop stared at the femme on the ground. Far stop sighed. "Lady Unicronia, if you don't mind me asking, why can't you?"

"Arcee!"

"You don't know if Arcee likes Wheeljack though." Mimic groaned.

"I know! What if she does though!"

"Ask her." Far Stop grumbled. "And get off the ground."

Unicronia groaned. "I CAN'T JUST ASK HER!"

Mimic sighed. "Lady Unicronia, listen to me."

Unicronia looked up to Mimic. "What?"

"Ask Arcee, or I will for you."

"Are you threatening Lady Unicronia?" Far Stop looked at Mimic with extreme concern for the mech.

"No, I'm promising."

Unicronia sat up off the ground, and began to stand up. "Fine, I'll ask her, but if she does, I'm not going after Wheeljack, and I will need a replacement mech!"

Far Stop smirked. "You could always go after Sunstreaker. He's a good frag."

Mimic nodded in agreement, and multiple of the other mysterious bots around cheered, and gave out their agreement. Unicronia slammed her help against a wall. "I wanted you guys to beat him up, not literally frag him."

Far Stop frowned. "Why didn't you say that then?"

"I didn't know you guys were glitches at the time!"

Mimic snorted. "You, Lady Unicronia, are very rude."

Far Stop laughed. "At least she isn't using us as interfacing slaves."

"Yeah, because Sunstreaker doesn't use you guys for that enough." Unicronia grumbled.

Far Stop shrugged. "I use him as MY interfacing slave, not the other way around. I have my mechly needs."

Mimic smirked. "Sunstreaker is too easy. You should try Prowl."

Unicronia's helm twisted to mimic. "What the frag?'

Mimic shrugged. "I can't help it. I like the tight wads."

Unicronia turned away from the wall, and leaned her back against it. "You, Mimic, have been trying to get Prowl to frag you?"

Far Stop smirked. "No, he succeeded."

Unicronia's optics brightened in surprise. "That is why Mimic is my third in command."

"Why am I your second?" Far Stop frowned.

"Because I like looking at you, you handsome specimen of a mech."

Far Stop snorted. "Please, you're making me blush."

"You have been hanging around the humans too much." Mimic smirked.

Far Stop shrugged. "I guess. That Lennox guy is pretty nice. He thinks he's imagining me though. I guess it's because I'm not an Autobot, and nobody else really sees me."

Unicronia snorted. "What were you guys doing down here anyways?"

Mimic shrugged. "I don't know."

Far Stop shrugged as well. Unicronia stared at the two. "Eh, good enough for me."

Mimic smirked. "So, when are you going up to your dismantlement."

"Now, because I know you aren't going to let it go." Unicronia smiled. "I'm telling everybody I know a mech who fragged Prowl."

Mimic snorted. "No, you aren't. You are going up there, finding Arcee, and asking her if she like likes Wheeljack."

Unicronia frowned. "Fine."

Unicronia, Mimic, and Far Stop glanced down the hall to where Arcee was giggling with a green and yellow mech called Springer. The three jumped when a voice behind them began speaking.

"There you are! Unicronia, please tell me you see two mechs beside you!"

Unicronia glanced down to the man. Lennox, he was the one who requested the dog. Unicronia glanced to each side of her. "I don't see any mechs, Lennox. Just you."

Lennox frowned. "You're lying."

"I'm not allowed to lie."

"I know you're lying now."

Unicronia backed away. She lifted up two digits. "I'm not the droid you're looking for!"

Mimic and Far Stop snorted. Lennox just blinked. "Whatever. Tell me why nobody knows about this mech." Lennox pointed to Far Stop.

Unicronia frowned. "He isn't an Autobot."

"Then what the hell is he?"

"Unicronian."

"What?"

"Unicronian."

"Fuck it." Lennox turned and walked away.

Unicronia sighed. "That was close."

Mimic and Far Stop burst into laughter. Unicronia looked down the hall. Sunstreaker was heading right for them. He walked right up to Far Stop and grabbed him by the scuff bar. Then he continued to drag the poor mech right back down the hall.

Unicronia and Mimic watched as the two went around the corner. "Kinky." Mimic mumbled. Unicronia smacked him upside the helm. Mimic rubbed his helm, and glared at the femme. "Just go ask, Arcee already! I want to go do that to Prowl."

Unicronia snorted. "Nice to know." She slowly glanced around the corner to where the two bots were still talking. "Well, here goes everything." She slowly walked up to Arcee and Springer.

Arcee turned and smiled. "Hey!"

"Um, hi." Unicronia gave a shy wave.

Springer smiled. "You must be Unicronia. Arcee told me about you."

Unicronia gave smile. "She told me about you too. Um, Arcee, can we talk in, " Unicronia glanced around and spotted a closet, "that closet."

Arcee gave Unicronia a strange look. "Does it have to be THAT closet, or can it be in THAT conference room?" Arcee smiled and pointed to the door next to the closet.

"I think THAT conference room would work."

Arcee giggled. "I'll be right back Springer!"

Springer smiled, and waved at the two. "I'll be waiting!"

Arcee gave a little giggle, and then pulled Unicronia into the conference room. As soon as the door closed all the way Arcee began talking like a cheap imitation of Blur. "OH MY PRIMUS! Did you SEE Springer's paint job! He was so HOTT! Not like Sunstreaker hot, but pretty slagging close, and he's waiting for me outside! Oh my Primus! Oh my Primus! Oh my Primus!" Arcee began jumping up and down excitedly. "What did you need to talk about?"

"Um, well, I was just wondering if you like like Wheeljack."

Arcee stared at Unicronia. "You aren't very sharp when it comes to others outward display of emotions, are you?" She asked with an amused smirk.

"No."

Arcee giggled. "I like Springer, Silly!"

"Springer?"

"Yes."

"REALLY?"

"YEAH!"

Unicronia released a sigh. "I was scared!"

Arcee released a wicked smirk. "So, Unicronia, you like Wheeljack, huh?"

Unicronia froze. "NO!"

"You can't deny it now! He is totally in love with you! You should tell him!"

Unicronia groaned. "I don't want to. What if he doesn't like me?"

"He does! He hasn't exploded at all since you left! Where did you go anyways?"

"He hasn't exploded?"

"No. Now, where did you go?"

Unicronia ran out of the door. "MIMIC! HE HASN'T EXPLODED! HE'S GOING TO DIE!"

Springer stared at the femme. Mimic, from down the hall, yelled back. "HE HASN'T FRAGGING EXPLODED? DO YOU STILL HAVE THOSE BOMBS?"

Unicronia ran towards Mimic, and the two ran back to her lab in a hurry.

Wheeljack sighed. He held a screwdriver in his servo, and started beating it against his lab table. Ratchet sighed. "I'll be back, Wheeljack. I'm going to go get us some energon."

"I'm not hungry, Ratchet."

"You either refuel, or I'll hook you up to wires and tubes." Ratchet threatened, and made his way out of the lab.

Wheeljack gave another sigh, and continued tapping on the table with the screwdriver. The lab was completely tidy. He hadn't felt the need to destroy it lately.

Wheeljack paid no attention when the doors opened. He quickly turned at the bot began talking. "It's okay, Wheeljack I'm here! You're going to be just fine!" A panicked Unicronia began messing with a dial on a giant round object.

Ratchet filled up the second cube of Energon. He had one for him, and once for Wheeljack. The Stupid mech was depressed about Unicronia leaving the lab. Ratchet had no idea why she left, but Wheeljack seemed to think it was because Unicronia thought he was in love with Arcee.

Ratchet sighed, and coved the two cubes.

*BOOM*

"PRIMUS FRAG IT!" Ratchet yelled as he sat the two cubes on a table, and ran out of the room.

Wheeljack and Unicronia lay on two berths beside each other. Ratchet looked at the two. "What do you idiots have to say for yourselves?"

Unicronia smirked. "Best H-bomb EVER!"

Wheeljack snorted. "Totally worth losing half of our frames; and half the base."

Ratchet groaned. "You two are hopeless!"

Unicronia giggled. "How long before you have my bottom half replaced?"

"Well, considering I don't have an engineer to help build the parts, it will take about ten earth years."

Unicronia frowned. ::Far Stop::

::Yes, Lady Unicronia?::

::You can help rebuild parts, right?::

::Mimic and I, yes::

::Awesome. Can you help me and Wheeljack. We kind of exploded::

::Med bay?::

::Yeah.::

::On our way. Well, I am. Mimic is having his fun with Prowl::

::Too much info. Unicronia out::

"How long would it take with two engineers?"

"About a month. I don't have two engineers though." Ratchet glanced back to Unicronia.

"I do. Far Stop and Mimic are some of my best."

"Who?"

"Soldiers that belong to my fraction called the Unicronians."

Wheeljack laughed. "What do you fight for?"

"We don't. We purely work for science."

Far Stop walked into the room. "Lady Unicronia! What happened to your lower half?"

"Wheeljack and I had some fun."

Far Stop's helm turned to the side. "Sunstreaker fun, or explosions fun?"

"Explosions."

Far Stop nodded, and turned to Ratchet. "My designation is Far Stop Second in Command of the Unicronians, and I'm here to help rebuild my leader!" Ratchet stared at Far Stop, and then fell over. "I think he glitched."

Unicronia shrugged. "Hey Wheeljack?"

Wheeljack glanced over to Unicronia. He was missing his left arm and leg. "Yes."

"I love you."

Wheeljack smiled. "I love you more!"

"No you don't!"

"Yes, I do!"

"I beg to differ!"

Wheeljack smirked. "Beggars can't be choosers."

"Frag it." Unicronia cursed.

Far Stop sighed. "Who fixes Ratchet?"