A/N: Gosh! It's been a long week. I took senior pics today. Awkward. I made a 65 on my economics quiz... Super awkward... And I got literally no writing done... Extremely awkward... So, this was written on, 9/22/2012 at 9:01 PM or if you really like army time, at 21:01 hours. Yepp.

REVIEWS!

Autobot- Mayday: =D Thank you! I do like my versions of Primus and Unicron, so I had to put them in there just one more time.

Anonymous BW FG: They are back where they belong... for now... You had candy? You didn't share?! How could you? Here I am writing this awesome story and you're sitting there eating candy without sharing?! -Eats a Twix- I am so offended. XD If somebody thought I was I dropout I probably wouldn't mind, but my town is so small (Less than 800 people) that it spread so fast, and before you would know it, the school would even think I was planning to drop out! LOL That would be funny.

Luna Prime- Awesomeness: What if they are actually building a machine designed to turn brussel sprouts into candy? I would want to know... then again... They probably weren't doing that...

Autobotschic: He could, but for some reason I think if he did, Primus would just drop a bigger one right onto him.

Unicronia rolled over and froze when she felt the warmth of another frame. She slowly wrapped her servo around whatever was next to her. She groped part of the frame and earned a moan. Her optics brighted and her mouth plates formed an "o". She groped again causing the frame to rollover, and servos wrap themselves around her.

Unicronia jumped at the sudden motion. All at once the lights in the room flashed on. Odd objects began twirling, flashing, and wailing. The frame that was pressed against Unicronia groaned as their optics onlined. As soon as the orbs of blue flashed on the objects went silent. The bot's optics shuttered for moment. "Unicronia?"

"Wheeljack?"

"Why are you in my berth?"

"Why do you think I'm in your berth?"

"Well, I'm not gonna lie to you since we're dating. I had this dream that we interfaced and it was as great for you as it was for me. " Wheeljack answered.

Unicronia stared at him. She nodded. "It was, I guess."

Wheeljack jumped out of the berth with wide optics. "That wasn't a dream! Oh Primus! It really happened!"

Unicronia sat up and laughed. Wheeljack smiled. "I have to go tell Ratchet!"

"...and he ran out of the room without putting any armor on." Unicronia finished the story.

Arcee and Springer laughed. Arcee held her tank as she fell out of her chair. Unicronia laughed as Springer bent down to grab Arcee off the ground.

Arcee accepted the help and quickly calmed down. "So, you guys had fun last night, huh?"

Unicronia nodded.

"Woah! Unicronia had "fun" last night? Without me?"

Unicronia looked up to Mimic. "Why do I need you to have fun?"

"I'm just saying. I'm the fun mech."

"She got Wheeljack in the berth!" Arcee yelled.

Mimic's optics brightened in surprise. "You're kidding!" He looked over to Unicronia. "Next time you have "fun" with Wheeljack, call me. I've never been in a berth with that mech."

"Pleasure bot." Unicronia insulted.

He raised an optic ridge. "Never been in a berth with you either."

"Are you trying to insinuate that you've been in a berth with Springer and I?" Acree crossed her servos.

"Well, maybe not you, but Springer? Yeah."

"Primus! Do you hear my Third in command? Have you slept with almost everybody?"

"come on! I'm nowhere near everybody!" Mimic yelled. "Only Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Hound, Mirage, Springer, Far Stop, Bluestreak, Smokescreen, Jazz, Bumblebee, Inferno, Hot Rod, Blurr, Tracks, Blaster, Prowl, Optimus, Sk-"

"Woah!" Unicronia interrupted the bot. "You got into Optimus Prime's berth?"

Mimic shrugged. "Not that hard. Prowl, was the hardest, and not to mention the second best, but nobody can beat Red Alert's -"

"You got into Red's berth!" Arcee yelled.

"He was one of the more difficult."

Unicronia stared at Mimic. "You are my hero."

Mimic shrugged. "Not that hard, you just have to find what makes them tick."

"It took a Decepticon from an alternate dimension telling us to frag before we ever did it."

Mimic stared at Uniconia, "You're joking?"

"No. His name was Knockout, and he said he was our relationship counselor."

Mimic nodded. "Good thing you guys listened to him."

Unicronia smiled. "How's Blobatron?"

"We lost him."

"Did he offline?"

"No, we just lost him." Mimic shrugged. "I have no idea where he went. Bowcaster is pretty upset though. She really liked him."

"I will get that femme to talk to me." Unicronia growled.

Mimic snorted. "Never."

Unicronia looked around the corner before she walked into the Med bay. She jumped when a hand pressed against her shoulder. "Why did Wheeljack run into my med bay this morning without armor on?"

"Ratchet, that isn't my fault. He just got excited. You know how he is."

Ratchet glared. "I had a human in there. You try explaining what that poor human saw."

"A complex circuitry?"

Ratchet rolled his optics. "You're joking, right?"

"No?"

"Unicronia, that human male is still in there, exactly how he was when Wheeljack ran in there! He hasn't moved, spoke, I'm not even sure he's still in there!"

"Humans can glitch?"

"Primus!" Ratchet yelled. "Humans don't know about our anatomy. It's one of the things Optimus wants to be on the down low!"

"Hey, Optimus isn't the boss of me!"

Ratchet sighed. "That's it! I'm reprograming you into a toaster!"

"Ratchet, that's not physically possible. I've tried."

Ratchet looked over to Unicronia. "What?"

Unicronia shrugged. "I've tried to reprogram a Cybertronian into a toaster. I was going through a... phase?... where I wanted to try. It's not possible."

Ratchet stared at the femme for a minute. She shuttered his optics before walking into the med bay. Unicronia followed after. Ratchet stepped over a zoned out man, and sat down at his huge desk. "Who did you try this on?"

Unicronia narrowed her optics. "Not telling."

Ratchet nodded. "Fair enough."

Unicronia nodded. "Where is Wheeljack? I haven't seen him since we woke up."

Ratchet pointed to the closet. "He's in there. He still doesn't have any armor on, and he won't for another orn."

"Why?"

"Because, nobody wants to see his bare aft."

"I do."

Ratchet groaned. "Nobody besides you!"

"Mimic does."

"How do you know that?"

"He told me." Unicronia shrugged. "Did you know he really gets around on base?"

Ratchet's helm cocked to the side. "What?"

"Well, he gets around from berth to berth. He got into Red Alert's berth!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

Ratchet repositioned himself at his desk where his helm was propped up against his servos, and the upper half of his frame leaned closer to Unicronia. "Sit. Tell me more."

"I don't know anymore than Red Alert was second best, and Prowl is first. He's also gotten into Optimus' berth."

"No!"

"Yes!" Unicronia nodded as she sat down.

Ratchet leaned back in his chair, and shook his helm. "You have one talented Third in command."

"Right?"

"You sure can pick em."

Unicronia laughed. "You know? I remember in the academy when you were the gossip champ!"

Ratchet laughed. "I knew all the newest rumors. Who was with who. Who broke up with who. Who was a fragging glitch, and who owned the school."

Unicronia giggled. "Don't forget! You also knew who blew up, and when."

Ratchet chuckled. "You and Wheeljack were something. Your best explosions happened during and right after the academy."

"Yeah. Those were some explosions. Earth just doesn't have those kinds of catalysts."

Ratchet nodded. "No, it doesn't. Thank Primus."

"Are you sure I can't just bring Wheeljack some armor?"

"He is armorless until tomorrow."

"Fine. I'm going to go see who else Mimic has interfaced with."

Ratchet smirked. "Tell me."

"Oh, I will." Unicronia ran out of the med bay as she waved to Ratchet.

"Ratchet! Was that Unicronia?"

"Shut up, Wheeljack!"

"Okay..."