A/N: Like I promised on Facebook, the first of my major updating of stories for the weekend. By major, I mean, I'm going to try and update most of the ongoing stories.

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Havbot: Unicronia deserved it! XD

Anonymous BW FG: Perceptor is amazing! I love him! I love him like wheeljack loves explosions, and Unicronia I guess. XD

Autobotschic: A kid in my class was doing it in biology, and my teacher was like, "What the hell are you doing? I breath that!" That's what gave me the idea to have Mimic do that! ( By the way, I'm really sorry about your dog. I've lost two pets this year from having to put them down. I know the feels.)

Unicronia led the blue faced mech around her lab. "And this closet is for Death Rays."

Perceptor frowned. "You're insane. Why would you need more than one Death Ray?"

"What if one breaks?" Unicronia shrugged.

"Why would you even need one Death Ray?"

Unicronia frowned. "I don't know. What if I, Leader of the Unicronians, decide Decepticons and Autobots are holding back the progression of science?"

Mimic walked up to the two bots. "Who's holding back the progression of science? I like science."

Unicronia motioned to Mimic. "Maybe I need the Death Ray to get rid of pesky beasts."

"You shouldn't talk about Far Stop like that." Mimic frowned.

"I was talking about Blobatron."

Perceptor sighed. "Alright, Unicronia. I've seen enough. Your lab is nice and everything, but I really don't think I can share a lab with you. Wheeljack and I have been sharing a lab for years. We have a working system."

Unicronia smiled. "I wasn't asking you to move into my lab. I was showing you the stuff you'll never be able to use because you refused my offer to become a Unicronian."

"Well then, if that is all, I'll be leaving." Perceptor nodded before he walked off. That was the last time anybody saw the poor bot.

Not really. He was seen around base quite frequently, unfortunately.

Mimic turned his gaze to Unicronia. Unicronia turned to Mimic. "What?" Unicronia quirked an optic ridge.

Mimic shook his helm. "Nothing." He continued staring.

"WHAT?" Unicronia shouted.

"Wheeljack." Mimic stared.

"What about him?" Unicronia narrowed her optics, and crossed her servos over her chest.

"I might have been testing my new shape shifter. You know the one I'm using to test whether or not appearance of an interfacial partner affects the intensity of the overload?"

"Carry on."

"Well, I might have used your appearance when I saw Wheeljack in the rec room, and I might have said some things. I also might have done some… things."

Unicronia growled. "What things?"

"Well…" Mimic shifted on his pedes. "We had a romantic dinner. We talked. He went in for the kiss, and I couldn't stop."

"Mimic, what the pit did you do?"

"Not what. Who."

"Mimic!"

"In my defense. I was in character! In Wheeljack's defense. He didn't know I was me in character!"

"I'm not mad at Wheeljack. You on the other servo, have one breem to hide, and I will find you! But before that. Why did you do it to Wheeljack? Just curious."

Mimic pursed his lip components. "He took off that face mask, and those lips! They just make me sooo…"

"GET OUT!" Unicronia pointed to the stairs. Mimic looked down at the ground and slowly made his way out of the room. "Mimic." Unicronia called back. Mimic turned back to her in hopes she decided to forget about the whole event. "Leave the shape shifter."

Mimic frowned, and pulled the shape shifter out of his subspace. He placed it on a lab table and slowly began walking away again.

"Run!" Unicronia screamed.

Mimic began sprinting up the stairs as Unicronia began setting the alarm for the end of the breem.

Prowl quickly glanced up as his door slid open, and Unicronia stomped through.

"Where is he?"

"Who?"

"Mimic!"

Prowl frowned. "He is not here."

"Yes, he is!" Unicronia growled. She stomped up to the closet, and opened it up. She froze as restraining devices of all sorts fell out. She slowly turned to Prowl, a look of horror adorning her face. "I've never seen you use these on mechs before."

"They are generally not used on other mechs."

Unicronia's optics widened. "EW! EW! EW! I DON'T KNOW WHERE THESE HAVE BEEN!"

"By your reaction you do."

"OH MY PRIMUS!" Unicronia sprinted out of the room.

Prowl glared down at the floor, and pushed his chair away from the desk, creating an awkward looking gap between him and the desk. "Stop touching me there."

Mimic licked his lips. "Would you rather licking?"

"I told you we're not doing this today. Why is she after you?"

"Well, I was playing with my shape shifter for my experiment, and I changed into her. Me and Wheeljack hit it off, and stuff happened."

Prowl frowned. "With Wheeljack?"

"Uh, yes."

Prowl nodded. "I see."

Mimic remained on the floor. "Prowl! I love you!"

"Your empty words mean nothing to me, and I'm still not going to do anything with you."

"Really. I do!" Mimic smiled. "You're the only mech I keep going back to!"

Prowl frowned. "Really."

Mimic perked up, and pulled Prowl's chair back towards the desk. Prowl's door opened, and Jazz walked in with a smirk. "Ya lover got in trouble again."

Prowl nodded. "It seems so, yes."

Jazz looked over to the open closet, and all the items laying on the floor. He glanced back up to Prowl with a smirk. "Prowler, I had no idea!"

"Neither did Unicronia. What can I do for you, Jazz?"

"Just checkin' on ya. Seein if ya having fun with your mech friend." Jazz smirked.

Prowl sighed. "I don't know what you're talking about, Jazz."

Jazz shrugged. "Ya don't have ta! Wheeljack seemed pretty out of it this morning. Ah talked ta him, and he was going on about the best night of his life."

Prowl pursed his lips. "Really?"

"Yep! Well, better get back ta work!" Jazz gave a smirk as he left the room.

Prowl kicked under his desk.

"Ow!"

"Best night of his life?"

"I didn't even put my all into it!" Mimic groaned.

Prowl gave a second kick. "You better hope it wasn't your best. I expect your best tonight." Prowl stood up. "Would you like some energon for your over heating system?"

Mimic slowly crawled out from under the desk. "Only if you call me master."

Prowl glared. "You will be the one yelling my name tonight." He quickly turned and left the room.

Mimic's smile grew. "That's new."