A/N: Whoo!

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Miss MayD2: He's getting old. Not the fine mech he used to be. That and Prowl is a pretty possessive lover.

N1ghtshad3: XD I was pretty surprised when I found out!

Havbot: Thank you! O/O I don't think I could write something like that! I can read it, but I don't think I'll ever write interfacing scenes.

Anonymous BW FG: MCDONALDS! Give me a mcnugget any day. My one of my one true weaknesses. XD Truthfully, my lipstick is colored chapstick XD Yay for Nivea! I'm a democrat, my whole family is republicans, so I get bunch of crap for it, but I think Obama is doing fine. The health care stuff, I could do without, but Romney was going to do Romney care anyways.

I Am Blueberry: He does! It's hilarious because our facilitator is really conservative, and she cover her ears and start shaking her head. XD Thank you! I thought it turned out like crap cause I didn't read through it, and it took me like an hour to write it. Your review actually inspired me to go for a picture of her. I put it up on my facebook page. There's a link on my profile for that!

Unicronia sprinted through the halls along with an excited Mimic. Both shoved their way through the bots, and slid into the Medical bay. "Perceptor!" Unicronia launched herself at the blue faced mech.

Said mech reached out, and caught her before she could land on her face. "Unicronia?"

"Oh my Primus! Dat aft!" Mimic shook his helm. "What I wouldn't give to tap it!"

"There will be no tapping of anybody's aft." Prowl glared over to Mimic. "Especially not Perceptor's."

Mimic flinched.

Perceptor sent an analyzing glance at Mimic. "You've corrupted another one I see."

"He came like that." Unicronia shook her helm as she pulled Perceptor into a hug. She sneakily lower her servos down to his aft and gave a hefty squeeze.

Perceptor jumped. "Unicronia!"

Unicronia pulled away. "Couldn't help it?"

Mimic ran over to Unicronia. "Tell me how it felt!"

"No!" Unicronia turned her helm away from the mech. "Perceptor is my glitch!"

"What?" Perceptor backed away.

Ratchet walked into the room and froze. He glanced over the crowd. A peeved Prowl. A smug Unicronia. A pleading Mimic. An offended Perceptor. Ratchet glared at the crowd. "Get out!"

Unicronia smiled. "It was just a reunion!"

"Get out!"

Unicronia jumped as Ratchet pulled out a wrench. "TAKE MIMIC INSTEAD!" She shoved Mimic in front of her, and sprinted out of the room.

Prowl stared at where Unicronia once stood. He turned his attentions to a shaking Mimic. "Mimic and I will be leaving now. We have business."

Ratchet snorted. "I suppose this business includes a berth."

"Berths are for chumps." Mimic snorted.

Prowl glanced over his shoulder to Mimic. "He's right. Berths are for chumps, but the brig is for lowly cheaters."

Mimic froze. "Oh, we're playing that game."

Ratchet's face morphed into disgust. "I don't want to know."

"And you won't." Prowl countered as he dragged Mimic out of the Medical bay.

Perceptor stared with wide optics. "That was unusual."

"For Prowl?" Ratchet asked.

"Well, yes, but that wasn't necessarily what I was thinking."

"Unicronia then?"

Perceptor nodded. "She was out and about. That is unusual."

"The base is small, and she doesn't have that many places to hide out in. She'll start appearing less and less as you get boring to her."

Perceptor frowned. "I suppose Wheeljack is in his lab?"

Ratchet shrugged. "He went to go get Unicronia. There's no telling what happened to him."

Wheeljack smiled as the green blob crawled all over him. "Blobatron is cute! I can't believe I was scared of him!"

"Her." Far Stop corrected.

"It's female?" Wheeljack frowned.

"Well, technically she's an it, but Bow likes to think of it as a her."

Wheeljack glanced over to the femme who was concentrating on a fairly small piece of equipment. "I see."

"Wheeljack, stop looking at Bow Caster's aft! You should be looking at mine!" Unicronia smiled as she walked down the stairs.

"I wasn't looking at her aft! Besides, I know you did stuff to Perceptor!"

"I only gripped his aft once."

Wheeljack smirked. "I got two grabs!"

"I used both servos!"

"I used both servos and a camera!"

Unicronia gasped and dramatically flung herself backwards. "No!"

"Yep!" Wheeljack stood with pride.

Unicronia's shocked face turned to a smug glance. "I got a complete scan from my new servo scanner mainframe!" Unicronia slowly peeled off small wires from her servo.

Wheeljack's optics narrowed. "Trade you a copy of the picture for a copy of that scan?"

"Deal!" Unicronia smiled as the information was exchanged. "Frag! That aft!"

"Wow! I didn't know it was made of soft metals." Wheeljack smiled.

Unicronia frowned. "It's no-" Unicronia stopped. "That one is mine."

Wheeljack looked over to Unicronia. "Oh."

"It was a practice scan! It was for science!"

Far Stop sighed at the two. "You can only imagine how awkward it was to walk in here and see her groping her own aft."

Unicronia looked away from the two. "Frag you guys."

"Mimic would be jealous if I did. Sorry." Far Stop smirked as he walked away.

"Just name a place." Wheeljack winked.

"I didn't get to ask Perceptor if he'd join the Unicronians before Ratchet kicked us out."

Wheeljack shrugged. "I doubt he would. You know he loves to share a lab with me."

Unicronia's optics narrowed. "Perceptor is mine!"

Wheeljack sneered. "I was friends with him first!"

"He likes me more!"

"You lie!" Wheeljack yelled.

"Fine. We'll see who Perceptor likes more! Me," Unicronia made an innocent pose, "or you." Unicronia pointed at Wheeljack lamely.

Wheeljack frowned. "Fine. Are we going to seal this with a kiss?"

"No! We're going to release exhaust on each other! Yes, we're going to seal it with a kiss, Lugnut!" Unicronia smiled as she and Wheeljack kissed.

Unicronia licked her lips as the two pulled apart. "Now get your aft out of my lab! I have work to do!"