A/N: I will also be updating Saturday! Whoo!

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Bluebutterflywitch: XD Yep! They are so cute together. Who knows. He's such a jerk! Well, when you go and see Ratchet it's almost a given you're going to get hit. There is no way around it. 658 That's your number. When it's called, be sure you have your ticket *passes over ticket* if you don't there is nothing I can do. XD

Autobotschic: *Grabs a blaster* DROP THOSE YOUNGLINGS! MONSTER! GIVE THEM BACK! XD I stalk my E-mail too! XD

Anonymous BW FG: There is so much Trig in Calculus! I hate it! XD My old Algebra one teacher taught me this cool saying to remember Sin Cos and Tan, It's : Some Old Hippy Caught Another Hippy Tripping On Algebra. XD It was Acid but she said it wasn't too appropriate for school.

Waterfront: Thank you so much!

Prowl walked next to Jazz down the road as the small group made their way out of the school building. Jazz spoke merrily to Prowl as Prowl slowly stopped walking. Serenade glanced back, and frowned. "What's wrong, Prowl?"

Prowl stared down one of the roads, and his helm turned to the side. "Nothing." Prowl answered as he started walking again.

Jazz slowed his pace to walk next to Prowl. "Prowl, I'm going to be your best friend!" Jazz smiled as he draped his arm around Prowl's shoulders. "We gonna get along, and grow up together!"

Prowl didn't respond. The rest of the walk was surprisingly quiet. As the group walked up to Prowl's unit Serenade smiled at Prowl. "You were very good today, Prowl."

Prowl nodded as Kaymin knocked on the door, and Jazz jumped up and pressed the open button. The doors swished open, and a surprised Bluestreak stood in the doorway. "Hello."

Prowl ran in and gave Bluestreak a hug. Bluestreak picked him up and gave him a hug in return. "Did you have fun, Prowl? I'm sorry I didn't get to take you."

"Okay."

"On the plus side, Ratchet fixed the virus, so I'm good to go!"

Kaymin's helm fell to the side. "Virus?"

"Fixed?" Serenade asked.

Bluestreak put Prowl back on the ground. "Yeah."

Serenade giggled. "I think all the younglings should go into the living room, and play while us adults chat."

Jazz, and Prowl nodded. Prowl silently led Jazz into the living room to see his toys.

Bluestreak stared at Kaymin as they walked into the unit. Serenade was still giggling. "I thought you and Ratchet were pounding in the berth." Kaymin mumbled.

"What? Ratchet is mine, and Prowl's doctor. Mostly Prowl's."

"Wait, you and Ratchet aren't dating? What about the comment of him beating you?" Serenade asked.

Bluestreak shrugged. "He fixed me afterwards. And since when does beating associate with dating?"

Kaymin sighed. "Bluestreak, doctors don't hurt bots."

"He's the best doctor there is, though. He's helping Prowl and I for free. And nobody answered my question."

Serenade frowned. "I'm going to ignore your question and move on." Serenade sighed. "About Prowl. I don't think he's right in the helm. No offense. I mean, he's just really kind of emotionally detached from things, well, his data pads not included in that."

Bluestreak frowned. "His real creators hardwired a battle computer into his processor. Ratchet said that usually a battle computer would only be hooked up to a logic center of an adult frame. Prowl's is hooked up straight into his processor. He's going to be very logical, and to him, emotions are extremely illogical. Something like that anyways."

Serenade was silent for a while. "I see. That's horrible."

Kaymin shook his helm. "Disgusting if you ask me. What kind of sick bot would do something like that?"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "It doesn't matter. I love Prowl just how he is. He's adorable, and cute. His love for data pads just might be the most adorable thing I've ever seen."

Serenade sighed. "About his data pads. Jazz might have broke his favorite one, and punched Prowl in the face."

Bluestreak stared at Serenade. "What?"

Kaymin snorted. "My youngling beat the scrap out of your youngling."

Bluestreak's optics widened as he rushed into the living room. He jumped in front of Prowl and grabbed his face. Moving it to be able to get a look at every angle. "Are you hurt? Did it dent? Do you need to be taken to Ratchet?"

Prowl just stared blankly at Bluestreak and pointed under Bluestreak's pede. "Datapad."

Bluestreak jumped. "Oh no!" The data pad was crushed. "I'm sorry, Prowl! Which one was it?"

"Blank."

Bluestreak sighed. "Good. I heard your favorite one was broken."

Jazz put the toy he was playing with on the ground. "I broke it."

Bluestreak smiled. "It's okay, Jazz." Bluestreak turned back to Prowl. "I hope you're not upset. Even if you are, not all is lost. I make backups of everything we do on your data pads just in case something like this happens."

Prowl nodded. "Thank you. Love Gray." Prowl stood up, and wrapped his arms around Bluestreak's neck

Bluestreak smiled even wider as he hugged the small mech back. "I love you more, Prowl!"

Prowl nodded again as he picked up a toy, and passed it to Jazz who still looked a little upset. Bluestreak smiled as Jazz accepted the toy, and began playing again.

Serenade smiled from the doorway. "Jazz, it's time to go. You can play with Prowl after the day center's break."

Jazz frowned. "Okay." He ran up and hugged Prowl, who stiffened. Bluestreak was ready for him to crash, but to his surprise, Prowl hugged Jazz back.

Bluestreak smiled with pride. Prowl was different than Smokescreen. He was quiet, and analytical, mostly because of the battle computer, but to Bluestreak, it didn't matter. Prowl was his new life.

Serenade smiled as the two younglings released one another, and Jazz attached himself to Kaymin's leg. "Thanks, Bluestreak." Jazz smiled.

Bluestreak laughed. "You're welcome anytime, Jazz. Come again really soon, okay?"

Jazz smiled. "I will!"

Bluestreak smiled. "Goodbye, Kaymin, Jazz, Serenade."

The three smiled. Serenade gave Bluestreak a hug. "You should have told us you were really sick. I kinda feel bad now."

Bluestreak shrugged. "It's fine."

Kaymin coughed. "You can let go of him anytime now, Serenade."

Serenade continued hugging Bluestreak. "Why? Are you getting jealous?"

"No!" Kaymin glared. "I'm just saying if Bluestreak hugs back he might not have door wings when I'm done with him."

Bluestreak and Serenade laughed. Serenade released Bluestreak. "Be good."

"I will." Bluestreak waved as the three left the apartment.

Smokescreen groaned as a big mech dragged him into an office, and threw him down on the ground. A mech sitting at a desk looked down at him. "Good to see you again, Smokescreen."

"Striker, I'-"

"I don't remember giving you permission to talk. You owe me a lot of credits, Fragger. You'll talk when I want you to." Striker growled.

Striker was medium sized mech. The leader of one of the major Praxian underground groups. He was a sleek mech with a green and gray paint job. He wasn't known to be forgiving.

Striker smirked. "I've decided you're going to pay off your debt by collecting debts. Fitting job, for a low life such as you, no?"

Smokescreen stayed silent. The big mech that dragged Smokescreen into the room kicked him. "Boss asked you a question. Answer him!"

"It is a fitting job." Smokescreen grunted.

Striker frowned. "I'm glad you think so. Code, take him down to the doctor, and install the proper trackers into his system. Make sure it's between the door wings, and impossible for him to get off himself. I don't want any incidents."

Code, the big mech, nodded. "Yes, Boss." Code smirked as he grabbed Smokescreen's door wing, and began dragging him out of the room.

Striker smiled as Smokescreen's screams echoed down the hall. "What a stupid mech."

Bluestreak hummed as he looked through the extracurricular activities he could put Prowl into. There were so many! Dance, acting, singing, musical instruments! The list could go on and on!

Bluestreak sighed as he leaned back in chair. Jazz had been talking about joining a music class for his off days, and Prowl had mentioned that he wanted to do stuff like that. Bluestreak, being the awesome surrogate he was, immediately began looking at activities.

Bluestreak pulled Prowl's chair up next to him as the two sat at the table. The hologram page up was full of different activities.

"Prowl, I want you to choose anything you want to do! Anything at all!" Prowl stared at the page, he couldn't read it. Bluestreak jumped realizing his mistake. "Oops."

"Okay." Prowl comforted.

Bluestreak smiled. "Alright, you can learn traditional dances, modern dances, creative dancing?" Prowl shook his helm. "No dancing?" Prowl shook his helm again.

Bluestreak sighed. "Acting?"

Prowl shook his helm.

"Music?"

Prowl shook his helm, again.

Bluestreak frowned. He didn't want Prowl to do it, but if it was the only option left. "Fighting?"

Prowl seemed to think about it for a moment before he nodded.

Bluestreak frowned. "Alright, what kind?" Bluestreak pressed for the pictures of different fighting styles opened up.

Prowl pointed to one, and Bluestreak frowned even more. "Are you sure?"

Prowl nodded. "Sure."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright we'll go down there, and see if you like it."

Prowl nodded. "Thank you. Love Gray!"

Bluestreak smiled as he hugged Prowl. "I love you too, my little Ninja Bot!"

Prowl jumped down from the table, and walked back to the living room. He grabbed a data pad, and began drawing. Bluestreak smiled. "Maybe I should start finding myself something to do too."

Bluestreak leaned back in his chair, and began browsing through different activities. "I didn't know Praxus had a shooting range." He shrugged. "I'll just take a peek. I probably won't want to do it. I'm not one for guns."