A/N: I had a weird freakin dream. I was in Autobot base, and the alarm was going off. Optimus was in front of me, and bent down to press a button, when he did, the alarm stopped. I waited until he stood all the way back up, and I pressed the button causing the alarm to go off again. He bent back down and turned it off. I waited again, and turned it back on, and he bent down, and turned it off. That all that happened, over, and over, and over again.

Oh! I got Ancient Autobot glyph font! Yay!

My college is going to take up a lot of time. I get out at lunch, but I have Math models, Calculus AP, AP Biology, College Economics, College English. Way Too much for my senior year!

There is a poll up on my profile for your favorite pairing! If yours isn't up there, then PM me! I'm planning on writing stories about TF pairings, any at all! =D I don't write graphic interfacing scenes though…. Just a warning.

My parents are fighting again, and my dad just walked out the door. He'll be back. He always comes back. Oh, there he is. See, I told you he always comes back.

REVIEWS!

Autobotschic- I hate crying! It's not because it ruins my make up or anything ( I rarely wear make up anyways) but I don't like how my nose starts running, and I end up hiccupping, and making weird sounds XD. I want to give them hugs too, but Sunstreaker doesn't want my oily hands to touch him! Jerk.

Anonymous BW FG – Indeed they aren't, lets just say there might be STUFF wrong the machine. –nervous stares- Stuff… Indeed he was spot on with it! I quite like uncle Ironhide. I don't know why… Well, Sunny can, when he wants to be. Unfortunately, that's not often. The word was doomed from the beginning! Poor first Aid. I'm always mean to him! I completely understand the whole slash thing. A lot of people don't like it. I try to keep the slash kind of, for lack of better word, light, but sometimes when I write it comes in really strong. So, I'm sorry if in the future it turns out like that. And Thank you!

Luna Prime- Awesomeness- You're too sweet! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! (insert massive ego here)

Autobot-Mayday – most signs point to maybe a sequel to that chapter, but some point to yes, in the far, or near future, it depends on school, and any extra time I have not writing on my other stories. (which are highly neglected because of this one. I just have a lot of muse for this one right now, and if I don't use it, I lose it.)

Unicronia sat up and looked around. Her helm hurt. She expected a lot more than her helm to hurt. The building had collapsed on top of her. She should have been offline. "Glad to sea you're up!"

Unicronia turned to the white, red, and green mech that spoke in a strange language. "What?" she asked in cybertronian.

The mech frowned. "It's a pun. It was punny!" He smiled as he spoke in the strange language again.

Unicronia shook her helm. "I really don't understand."

The mech looked confused. "Unicronia, you're not funny." The mech switched to Cybertronian.

Unicronia's helm fell to the side. "I'm not trying to be funny."

"Ratchet! What did you do to her?"

"Ratchet's here?" Unicronia jumped up. "Is he alright! What about my students?"

The mech stared down at Unicronia. "Students? Unicronia, you have no students. You're an engineer, leader of the Unicronians!" The mech made wild servo gestures.

A neon green mech walked into the room. "What, Wheeljack?"

Wheeljack turned to the green mech, glaring. "What did you do to Unicronia? She doesn't know anything!"

"That's not true! I know I'm Unicronia, bonded to Ratchet, carrier of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. I am a professor at Praxus University, and am staying with Prowl and Jazz."

The neon green mech stared at her. "You are not my bonded, and the twins would, and will never be my sparklings, you have never worked at Praxus, although you did attend school there."

"You are not Ratchet." Unicronia glared.

"Wheeljack, did you bring back the wrong Unicronia?

"What? No! She was saying the sea puns earlier, remember?"

Ratchet nodded. "I do."

Wheeljack, and Ratchet stared at Unicronia intensely. The femme squirmed under their stares. "Are we in Iacon?"

Ratchet looked over to Wheeljack, then back to Unicronia. "We are on a planet called Earth. It is in a very distant solar system."

Unicronia nodded. "I see." Her servo went up to her chest. "I can't feel any of my bonds."

"You don't have any." Ratchet answered going up to his computer terminal, and connecting a data pad.

"I do to!"

Wheeljack shook his helm. "Really you don't!"

Ratchet brought the data pad up to Unicronia. "This is your file."

Unicronia took the file, and began reading. "I am not a Unicronian. I don't even know what that is. I don't explode, that would be ridiculous. Are all of these accounts of me being in the med bay from my own stupidity?"

Ratchet looked at Wheeljack. "Yours and his."

Unicronia stared at Wheeljack. "You make me explode?"

"Well, we mostly enjoy it. I think it's more of a hobby than stupidity." Wheeljack shrugged.

Unicronia stared at him blankly. "What?"

"Well, it's more of a sub conscious desire to explode, I think, anyways. In other words, I think we're just addicted to the feeling of us exploding, and want to keep on doing it."

"You mean we have a glitch in our systems that makes us want to explode?"

"No!" Wheeljack shook his helm. "Everybody else has a glitch that makes them not want to explode."

Unicronia gave him a worrying glance. She slowly turned to Ratchet. "Is he okay?"

"He's fine. More importantly, I don't think you're our Unicronia."

"What do you mean?"

"Wheeljack, and our Unicronia were conducting an experiment on a dimensional traveling system, a-"

"Inter dimension traveler." Wheeljack corrected.

"Whatever. They had just returned, and I hit Unicronia over the helm with a wrench, and when her systems started up, you were her."

"You hit me?"

Ratchet groaned. "Yes, I hit you."

"Why?"

"That's not the important thing."

"Do you and I not get along here?"

"No, we ge-"

"Then why did you hit me?"

"I di-"

"If you were –"

CLANG

"RATCHET!" Wheeljack yelled. Unicronia's frame fell back to the berth.

Ratchet stood calmly inspecting his wrench. "Why the frag would I bond with a femme like that?"

Wheeljack looked between Ratchet and the femme. "Will she be okay?"

"She'll be fine." Ratchet began digging around in his medical supplies. "More importantly, shouldn't you be figuring out what went wrong to cause this?"

Wheeljack smiled sheepishly. "I guess. I'm bit more worried about Unicronia though."

Ratchet shook his helm. "She isn't your Unicronia. Something went wrong, and you have to figure out what."

Wheeljack frowned. "Right." His face mask snapped closed, and he walked down the hall with ambition in his steps.

Ratchet nodded his helm. "Good. I'll work on my end as well."

PG

Unicronia's optics onlined. She released a small groan. "Ow." Her helm hurt three times as much as before. She sat up slowly and glanced around. She was still in the same place as before. The neon green mech who claimed to be Ratchet was standing in front of a silver mech with wheels as feet.

"-the frag were you thinking?" He yelled.

Unicronia didn't understand what he was saying. He had reverted from Cybertronian to that strange language the primary mech was speaking. The silver mech just smiled and waved at her. "Chronie, come over here!"

Unicronia gave him a strange look. Does nobody speak Cybertronian anymore? Ratchet rolled his optics, and slammed a wrench down on the mechs helm. Unicronia jumped and looked at Ratchet with disbelief. "Speak Cybertronian!" He yelled something in the strange language with a commanding tone.

"Jeez! First we have to speak English because of the humans, and now I have to speak Cybertronian! Make up your mind!" The mech yelled in Cybertronian.

Ratchet growled. "Shut up, Sideswipe!"

Unicronia perked up. "You're Sideswipe?"

Sideswipe gave her a strange look. "Yeah. Remember? We met like the third or fourth day you got here. After you went on the date with Mirage, I think."

"I would never cheat on your sire!"

Sideswipe slowly stood up. "Um what?"

"I said I wouldn't cheat on your sire."

"Ratchet, what is she talking about?" Sideswipe turned to the green mech.

"Wheeljack and Unicronia's invention went wrong somewhere. I think she has the processor of another Unicronia. She says she's my bonded and that Sunstreaker and you are her sparklings." Ratchet explained in English. Unicronia gave him a strange look. "She can't understand English."

Sideswipe backed away slowly. "I don't think my arm hurts anymore." Sideswipe whispered in English.

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Let me finish welding the fragging thing back on!"

Sideswipe groaned, and walked back over to Ratchet. "Fine, but keep her away from me! She's being creepy!"

Ratchet smacked him with a wrench. Unicronia glared at him. "Stop hitting my sparkling!"