A/N: I am sorry! I know it's been awhile, but I got writers block, and I decided to start writing on something else to see if it helps, but it didn't and I ended up getting more muse on the other story, which isn't even on here, and then crap happened...

I am ashamed of this chapter. It sucks, mostly because it is me forcing myself to think of something. I am so SORRY!

On a lighter note. My new college teacher enjoys talking about porn during class. My classrooms moderator, was freaking out the whole time.

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Anonymous BW FG: I was eating Mc Donalds, and it was delish. So, he turned into a Golden nugget. XD It's not a lot of peoples style. It's not exactly mine either, but it's pretty close. I wear tights year round, and long sleeve shirts. I usually won't wear make up. And when I do, it's basics. Base, powder, lip gloss, mascarra, and eye liner. That's it. It all fits in a little bowl. XD

Mayday200: Oh there is no way he can. Perceptor is taken. BY SCIENCE! XD I actually did that once where I was like "My idiot senses are tingling." and my friend walked into my house seconds later. You know they're your best friends when they don't even bother knocking, or calling. XD

Autobotschic: XD yepp! Wouldn't it? I think it would be cool to make one, just to prove if the big bang theory is right or not. XD I could see her going back in time to do something, and mess up creating the shattered glass universe XD

Minimus Prime: Red probably was watching. The Damn pervert!

Unicronia frowned as she onlined her optics. She glanced over her lab table, and sat up. She fell into recharge in her lab again. She slowly climbed off the table, and stepped over her fellow Unicronians. She jumped as she stepped on somebody, and quickly looked who it was. She glared down at Mimic as she purposefully stepped on his servo.

Unicronia smirked as she ran up the stairs, and out of the pseudo-closet. Jazz jumped as Unicronia stared at him. "Good morning, Jazz."

Jazz smirked. "Ah'd ask why ya came out of a closet, but ah think ah'd rather not know."

Unicronia laughed. "That's about right." She sent a smiled Jazz's way as she made her way down the hall.

Jazz stared at the door and, slowly reached for it.

"Touch my door, and frag you up!"

Jazz smirked as he poked it.

"Jazz!" Unicronia yelled.

Jazz laughed. "Just foolin' with ya!"

Unicronia peeked into Wheeljack's lab, and frowned at the mess. He wasn't in there, well, not that she could see. He could be buried anywhere. "I haven't been in here for a while, and this is wha-" Unicronia frowned when she spotted a servo sticking out of a huge heap of metal.

Unicronia quickly grabbed it and yanked. Primus be fragged if a certain gray and red mech didn't pop out. "Bluetreak?"

Bluestreak groaned as he rubbed his helm. "Hey Unicronia."

"What are you doing in here?"

"Well, I came in here a couple of days ago to see Wheeljack, but he wasn't in here, so I decided to leave. When I went to leave I guess I hit something, and all that metal fell on me. I couldn't get out. I tried calling out when Wheeljack got back, but he ignored me!"

Unicronia nodded. "I see. Did Wheeljack leave again?"

"Yeah, he said he had to go pick somebody up."

"PERCEPTOR!" Unicronia sprinted out of the room. "PERCY'S COMING! PERCY'S COMING! PERCY'S COMING!"

"WHO FRAGGING TOLD HER!" Ratchet's voice echoed from the med bay.

"Good morning, Ratchet!" Unicronia smiled as she ran past.

"Shut the frag up."

Unicronia laughed. "Blades, how are you?"

"I'd feel a bit safer if you'd show me your hands."

Unicronia frowned as she raised her servos up. "You just can't forget that, can you?"

"No."

"It's not good to hold grudges."

"It's not a grudge. Just trauma."

Unicronia smiled. "If you say so." She shrugged as she walked past, and right into her base.

Mimic rushed through the Unicronians' base. He slid to a stop in front of Unicronia who held a test tube carefully measuring out the correct amount. "UNICRONIA!"

Unicronia jumped, and dropped the whole test tube into a beaker. "Frag it! What?"

Mimic grabbed Unicronia's shoulders. "Remember how you told me I was a pleasure bot, and that sooner or later I'd catch some interfacial virus?"

A huge smile spread across Unicronia's face. "Yes!"

"Well, I didn't."

Unicronia's smile fell. "Frag."

Mimic frowned. "Really?"

Unicronia shrugged. "Well, yeah, I have a bet on that."

Mimic glared. "I don't like you. Anyways, I just wanted to liven up the conversation in here. It was getting too quiet. Did you know Prowl has a thing for gods?"

"Shut up before your cooling fans kick on." Far Stop grumbled as he walked up.

"Why?" Mimic smirked.

Unicronia shook her helm as she set back up her experiment. "Because when you're cooling fans kick on you end up like a turbo-rabbit. All you think about is multiplying."

Far Stop snorted. Mimic smiled. "And multiply I shall."

Unicronia rolled her optics. "You're stupid. You can't multiply until you have a bonded, or you get a sparkling granted to you by the well of All Sparks."

Mimic frowned. "I thought you were talking about multiplication, not reproduction."

Unicronia glanced up at Mimic. "Don't make me beat the scrap out of you. I have a friend coming, and if you look like you just got beaten up, it'll make me look bad."

Far Stop frowned. "Oh, you're talking about that Perceptor guy."

Unicronia nodded. "Yeah. You should see his aft. And dat microscope!"

Mimic slid next to Unicronia. "Microscope you say?"

"Yeah, powerful enough to even see your –"

"Say it, and I'll offline you!" Mimic yelled.

Unicronia laughed. "So uncomfortable in your own frame. You should flaunt what Primus gave you, even if it is small…"

"I hate you."

Far Stop smiled. "Yeah, just like you hate Prowl."

"I love Prowl!"

Far Stop and Unicronia stared at Mimic. "Did he just say the L word?"

"Yeah." Far Stop nodded.

The two looked at each other, and began speaking at the same time. "They're going to get bonded!"

"No we're not. We have a nice system going. I get to interface with anyone I please, as long as Prowl doesn't want me first. We already have the next ten interface sessions scheduled."

Far Stop and Unicronia stared at Mimic. "All of a sudden the romance is gone."

Far Stop nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Gone."

Mimic glared. "It doesn't have to be romantic to be hot!"

"Hey Unicronia!" Wheeljack's help peeked around the corner. "There you are! Perceptor is in the med bay if you want to see him!"