A/N: GEEZ! I'm on a roll with this story! XD

REVIEWS

I Am Blueberry: XD Don't know. Depends if they can ever get over this Perceptor issue. XD Would you want to be fixed Ratchet first? I would want a little time to prepare for the dents. XD

Autobotschic: I wouldn't want to go first! XD Mimic would take advantage so fast you wouldn't have time to yell "RAPE!" XD

Anonymous BW FG: The world would be gone! XD It's only as cheesy as one makes it out to be. Hate is just something that happens. I mean it's really part of life, and I think it's more of the way people decide to deal with it that really makes things messed up.

Havbot: He gets around. XD Thank you!

Fight The Fighter: Dat aft! It's like having a house made of diamonds! XD I just pulled it out f the gutter one day, and slapped it right on perceptor. He does have certain qualities of a person we know. You'll know after this chapter, I promise.

Unicronia stood up rolled her shoulder. "Thanks Ratchet."

Ratchet glared at the femme. "Your aft is mine as soon as I'm done with Wheeljack."

"Sure it is! But while you're working on Wheeljack. I'm going to go play with Perceptor!"

Wheeljack looked at Unicronia with huge optics. "No!"

"He's fair game now, Jackie!" Unicronia laughed madly as she sprinted out of the Medical bay.

Wheeljack glanced at the entrance with envious optics. "I want to play with Percy too."

Ratchet snorted. "Jokes on Unicronia. Perceptor is in the back working on Ironhide's wiring."

Wheeljack's face lit up. "Good! I LOVE YOU, PERCEPTOR!"

Perceptor peeked around one of the corners. "I expect a formal apology for your aft grabbing. If you don't I'm not returning to our lab."

"You two sound like a bonded couple." Ratchet commented.

Perceptor glanced over to Ratchet lamely. "I don't like you trying to match me and Wheeljack up. I'll find my own mate, thank you."

"Why keep looking. Science seems to have already found you."

"Science can't fondle me, Ratchet." Perceptor rolled his optics as he walked back into his room.

"He wants to be fondled, huh?" Wheeljack smirked.

Ratchet sighed. "Why do you and Unicronia act like this everytime. Your game is getting old."

Wheeljack frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Trying to freak Perceptor out with bold flirtatious actions."

Wheeljack laughed. "It's fun."

Unicronia smirked as she raised the boomerang like object up. "It's complete!"

Mimic frowned. "Complete? What's it supposed to be?"

"What does it look like, my little pleasure bot?"

"First of all, you won't let me pleasure you, so I'm obviously not YOUR pleasure bot. Second of all, it looks like the Star Trek symbol."

Unicronia huffed. "No, it doesn't!"

Mimic grabbed it out of Unicronia's servos. "If you hold it at this angle it does!"

Unicronia smirked. "Not bad."

Mimic laughed. "Seriously though, what the frag is it?"

Unicronia shrugged. "I don't know. I was just feeling creative. Throw it in the evil invention pile, and don't let anybody touch it."

"Can I touch you?" Mimic wiggled his optic ridges.

"Um, no." Unicronia walked away from the lab table and up to the huge glass globe. "How's my universe doing, Far Stop?"

Far Stop shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not the god of the fragging globe."

Unicronia smirked. "No, I am."

Far Stop sighed. "You know, I think Gods turn Prowl on."

Unicronia turned to Far Stop. "I'm not god anymore!"

Far Stop snorted. "I meant Mimic. Have you noticed ever since he told Prowl he was god, Prowl has been all over him."

Unicronia frowned, and looked over to Mimic who was doing pelvic thrusts in the air. "The amount of respect I had for Prowl, has decreased dramatically."

Far Stop snorted. "I don't know. It's kind of increased for me. Mimic hasn't slept with another mech in a week."

Unicronia gasped. "A week?"

Far Stop nodded. "A week."

"Are you sure he isn't going through withdrawal? That might be what he's doing right now, and if it is, I don't want to stick around and watch the ending."

Far Stop laughed. "No, he always does that. It's normal. For Mimic anyways."

Unicronia sighed in relief. "Thank Primus. I'd hate to have to move Cryfire into my Third in Command position."

Far Stop shook his helm. "You worry me."

"I worry a lot of people."

"I am aware. By the way, Ratchet is standing in front of the entrance, and is demanding I give you up."

Unicronia frowned. " You wouldn't."

A sinister grin crossed Far Stop's face. An electrical shock ravaged through Unicronia's systems, and soon she was laying on the ground. Mimic glanced back at Far Stop. "Traitor!"

"What?"

"That was supposed to be my job!"

"Yeah, well stop humping the air, and then we'll talk."

Mimic crossed his servos and looked away. "Prowl enjoys a show, I can't help it."

"Go into the closet and do it or something."

"Why? So you guys can make a closet joke about me?"

Far Stop lifted Unicronia's frame off the ground, and sighed. "We technically don't have genders, so the joke would be wasted."

Mimic shrugged. "Good point. Hand her over to Ratchet. He promised next time I come in for testing, he wouldn't hit me!"

Far Stop snorted. "Just the next time."

"I don't care. A break is a break."

Far Stop smirked. "Sure."

Unicronia groaned. She felt something probing around in her chest. "What th-" Her servo shot up smacking her in the face.

"My apologies."

Unicronia went to sit up, but a servo pushed her helm back down onto the berth. "Don't move."

"Perceptor? What the frag is going on?"

"Well, Ratchet has kindly donated you to be my guinea pig for re-wiring Ironhide's frame."

Perceptor prodded something in Unicronia's chest causing her leg to fly up, and nearly peg him in the shoulder. Perceptor released the pressure, and the leg went down. "How strange. It seems your wiring is extremely sensitive."

"I have to be able to quickly dodge explosions." Unicronia nodded.

"I see." Perceptor closed her chest plates, and opened up her stomach plates. "Is it safe to have the wiring so close to your tank?"

"Probably not, but nothing's exploded so far. Well, not from that."

Perceptor frowned. "You keep on exploding, and you won't have one original piece in your body." Perceptor applied pressure to another wire.

Unicronia's help lifted up, and slammed back down on the berth. "OW!"

"My apologies." Perceptor smirked. "I will not apply pressure to that one again." Perceptor pressed down on the wire again, and his smile grew as he heard the metallic slam. "That will never get old."

"Owww!"