A/N: I'm on time! Again! Any bets on how long this will last? Eh, eh! XD As a great treat, I will be updating tomorrow as well, maybe. I probably will.

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IBrokeThe4thWall: That gets explained in later chapters, for now, it's a mystery! XD Jazz will be Jazz. I would feel bad if I ruined future events for you! XD Thank you!

Bluebutterflywitch: XD Misunderstandings. They can be so funny! XD I would too! Maybe. Maybe not! Only time will tell! I would babysit him! He's so adorable, and he would be willing to play with me! XD

Autobotschic: XD If he would stand still long enough! XD

Ratchet glared at Bluestreak as he unplugged the cords from Prowl. "You were late."

"I'm sorry, Ratchet. I work as a youngling teacher, and some of the younglings were late being picked up, and I had to have a little chat with Prowl's teacher. Today was long."

"What do I have to do? Slap your servo, and treat you like a youngling! You're lucky I could even see you two today." Ratchet shook his helm. "Prowl is good health. He seems a little stressed, but that is normal for a youngling's first day to youngling care. What was the problem that the teacher had to talk to you about?"

Prowl looked between the two as he pulled out his data pad.

Bluestreak sighed. "I actually wanted to ask you about it. Prowl didn't make any effort to make friends today, and all he did was sit at his desk, wave his pedes back and forth."

Ratchet sighed. "You have to realize Prowl is different than other younglings. He has an advanced battle computer in his helm. He probably sees what the other younglings are doing, and thinks it mediocre at best. He can analyze anything in less than a nanoklik, Bluestreak." Ratchet sat down on his stool. "To simple it up, he just sees things differently than the other younglings. He doesn't see the point in making friends. It doesn't compute. Prowl's logic center, and emotional center are tied together. His logic dictates his emotions."

"So that's why he didn't understand what I meant when I told him I loved him?" Bluestreak asked. Ratchet nodded. "Will he get better, or will he always be like that?"

"I don't know a lot about advanced battle computers in younglings." Ratchet answered. "I doubt anybody does, but for all we know, he'll grow out of it. He may start being more social, and understanding of the logic other bots run on, but for now, I don't know."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright."

Prowl stood up, and offered his data pad to Ratchet. "Sign."

Ratchet smiled as he grabbed one his styluses and signed the data pad. "Ratchet." He smiled as he gave the data pad back, and Prowl nodded in approval. Ratchet turned back to Bluestreak who looked close to tears. "What are you crying about?"

"It's just sad."

Ratchet rolled his optics as he grabbed one of his wrenches. "I didn't sentence the youngling to death. Now stop it before I decide to beat you again!"

Bluestreak wiped his optics. "I'm sorry. It's just he really seemed like he wanted friends."

Ratchet sighed. "He probably doesn't know how to make them."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright."

"I'm making another appointment for next decaorn. I want both of you here on time!"

Bluestreak nodded. "I'll try."

"He'll be fine, and don't forget, if he glitches, bring him here right away."

Bluestreak nodded. "I will."

"Is Prowl your first youngling?"

"No, I also have a fully grown mech too."

Ratchet nodded as he stood up. "I see." He walked over to his desk, and picked up a data pad. "I need you to sign this. I'll be right back."

Bluestreak nodded as Ratchet left the room. He glanced down to the data pad, and raised an optic ridge. "Smokescreen's file?" Bluestreak read down the file. Multiple dents, scrapes, one gash on his arm. Patient was in fist fight, and only worst wounds were treated before he stayed the night in enforcers care. Returned, and rest of wounds were taken care of.

Bluestreak jumped as the door opened, and Ratchet walked back in. "This isn't Prowl's file."

Ratchet frowned. "Oh, I see. I am sorry. Did you read it?"

"No. Just the name."

Ratchet nodded. He grabbed another data pad, and looked at the name before passing it to Bluestreak. "This is the right one."

Bluestreak looked it over, and signed. "There you go!"

Ratchet nodded. "You are free to leave. Consider all your doctor bills paid for."

"What?"

Ratchet smiled. "Prowl is an unusual case. I know you don't make many credits, and if this keeps going on like this, you might end up like the young mech who came in last night. You're welcome."

Bluestreak smiled. "Thank you, Ratchet! You're so kind!" Ratchet smiled. "Ready, Prowl?"

Prowl looked up at Bluestreak and nodded. "Ready."

Bluestreak helped Prowl put his data pad back in his backpack and then picked him up. "I love you, Prowl."

"Love Gray."

Bluestreak smiled. "Good."

Bluestreak sat at the table waiting on the door to open, when it did he sent a smile to the red and blue mech. "Hi Smokey!"

"Hey." Smokescreen smiled as he sat down on one of the chairs, and Prowl ran up to him. "Hi, Prowl."

"Sign."

"I already did. Last time Sire called me here." Smokescreen laughed.

Prowl frowned. "Again."

Smokescreen took the data pad, and stylus. "Fine." He quickly signed his name, and gave the data pad back. Prowl nodded curtly before scurrying back into the living room. "So, what's up?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I don't like knowing you got into another fight yesterday."

Smokescreen flinched at the words. "You weren't supposed to find out so soon."

"Smokescreen, I don't want you fighting."

"It's no big deal. The mech got what he-"

"Smokescreen!"

Smokescreen smiled as he brought his hands up. "I'm sorry, I was just kidding. You weren't supposed to find out, not until I decided if it was really what I wanted to do."

"What?" Bluestreak asked.

"I'm in the process of learning to be an enforcer."

Bluestreak watched Smokescreen's door wings twitch slightly signaling the lie. Bluestreak made his optics light up. "Really?"

"Yeah. The fight was from some sparing we did. I didn't get hurt too bad, but I went to the clinic not too far from here. How did you find out anyways?"

"I have connections, Smokescreen. Some beat me with a wrench, but I get around."

"Ratchet." Smokescreen cursed. "Wait, he hit you? What did you do piss the big lugnut off?"

"He thought I put all the stuff in Prowl's processor."

Smokescreen frowned. "Oh."

Bluestreak smiled. "Since you're already here, why don't you stay for energon?"

"Um, I can't."

Bluestreak frowned, but quickly replaced it with a smile. "Oh, okay! Come visit sometime, okay?"

Smokescreen nodded. "I will, Sire." He slowly stood up, and gave Bluestreak a hug. "I will."

Bluestreak nodded as he looked down at the ground. Smokescreen just told his second lie of the night. "Okay. Bye, Smokescreen."

Smokescreen smiled. "Bye."

"Smokescreen, wait." Bluestreak called. Smokescreen turned to him, and nodded. "You know if you ever need any help with credits, or anything, I'll help you."

Smokescreen smiled. "I know. Bye." He waved as he walked out of the unit.

Bluestreak frowned as Smokescreen left. "Prowl, it's time for energon."

It took a couple of kliks, but soon Prowl came around the corner, and climbed into his chair. Bluestreak smiled. "Are you hungry?"

Prowl nodded. "Hungry."

Bluestreak laughed. "Alright." He grabbed a cube of low-grade, and a cube of mid-grade. He sat Prowl's in front of him, and sat down at his own place. "Did you have fun today, Prowl?"

Prowl nodded as he took a sip of his energon. Bluestreak frowned. "Who knows how long it will be until we see Smokescreen again. He likes to run about like that, and keep secrets from his old Sire." Prowl frowned. "You won't do that to me, will you Prowl? You won't leave me by myself after you've grown up, will you?"

Prowl stared at the big bot. "No."

Bluestreak smiled. "Promise?"

"Promise." Prowl nodded.

"I'll always be here for you, Prowl, even if you do leave me behind. I'll help you out when you get stuck, and I'll take care of you as long as you need me." Bluestreak glanced out of the window, which the table was placed against. "When you grow up, you'll face this big city, but you won't face it alone, okay?"

Prowl followed Bluestreak's gaze. Smokescreen was walking down the side walk. "Okay." Prowl glanced back to Bluestreak, and frowned as big mech's optics looked close to tears. Prowl quickly finished his energon, and jumped off his chair. He walked up to Bluestreak, and hugged his leg. "Love Gray."

Bluestreak looked down at Prowl, and picked him up. "I love Prowl." He wrapped in a hug, and squeezed lightly. "I won't let anything bad happen to you, but you have to trust me, alright?"

"Trust."

Bluestreak smiled. "Ready for recharge?"

"Not finishing?" Prowl pointed down to Bluestreak's half cube.

"No." Bluestreak shook his helm. "I'm not."

Prowl frowned. "Finish."

"Prowl, I'm not hungry."

"Not hungry?"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "No."

Prowl placed his helm on Bluestreak's shoulder. "Okay."

Bluestreak carried Prowl into their shared room. He placed Prowl on the youngling's berth, then pulled himself onto his own berth. "Goodnight, Prowl."

"Night."

A/N: And Big Bad Smokescreen makes his appearance! RAWR. Anyways! Hope you guys liked! Have a good weekend! Until tomorrow, maybe. I haven't decided. It depends if I can 24 written by then