A/N: I have a mathematics UIL test today. I don't wanna! I DON'T WANNA! XD

REVIEWS

Zrexheartz: Yes, Prowl is, isn't he? XD

Shizuka Taiyou:(ch8) He can't help it! He has a big trap. XD

(CH 7)It'll all be explained in later chapters. Don't worry! XD

(Ch6) XD Ninja Prowl is amazing!

(Ch5) Yep! Their great friendship begins!

Ironhide's Daughter (Ch 4): No problem, and thank you very much! You're too kind!

Bluestreak led Prowl through the crowds of people to the dojo. Today was an off day for the day center. There were three orns a decaorn it stayed closed, giving bots a chance to rest from their stress. Bluestreak decided using these days for extracurricular activities would be the best.

Prowl decided he wanted to start martial arts. Bluestreak wasn't keen on the idea, but if Prowl wanted to do it, he would let him. It couldn't hurt, anyways.

Bluestreak opened the building's door for Prowl, and followed the youngling in. The building was relaxing. Calming crystals were placed across the room strategically. The temperature was perfect. Nothing about the building was uncomfortable.

Prowl pulled Bluestreak to the counter. A young mech smiled at the two. "Welcome! Is he a new little bot?"

"Yes, he is." Bluestreak nodded.

The young mech smirked. "Don't worry. Master, won't let the little guy get hurt. He'll start off in the youngest class, and he'll work his way right on up."

Bluestreak smiled. "I'm trusting you mechs. This is Prowl, by the way. I'm Bluestreak."

The young mech nodded. "Craytor."

Bluestreak smiled. "Nice to meet you. Do I need to fill anything out?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry!" Craytor pulled a data pad out from under the counter. "You'll have to fill this out. If any emergencies happen, we need to have medical information, and who to contact. The first decaorn of classes are free. That way if your youngling decided he doesn't like it, he can quit no cost to you."

Bluestreak smiled. "Cool. Um, is this pay by lesson, or is like a metacycle thing?"

"Really it's a pay decaornly thing. As your youngling gets older, it becomes a pay by class thing."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright. I'll just fill this out. Do you have a stylus?"

"Oops. Sorry." Craytor laughed as he pulled out a stylus, and passed it to Bluestreak. "There you go!"

"Thanks." Bluestreak smiled. He walked over to the small sitting area, and began filling out the blanks. Prowl sat next to him, calmly staring straight ahead. A shadow distracted Bluestreak as he looked up.

A big mech stood staring down at the two of them. "Who is this?"

"Prowl." Bluestreak answered.

The mech smiled as he bent down. "Hello, Prowl."

"Hello." Prowl answered nervously.

The mech smiled. "You need more confidence."

Bluestreak watched the mech closely as he smiled at Prowl. Prowl frowned. "Confidence."

The mech smiled. "My designation is Kiroh. I will be teaching Prowl."

Bluestreak smiled. "I see."

Kiroh smiled back as he went back to Prowl. "What kind of fighting do you want to learn?"

"All."

The answer surprised both Bluestreak and Kiroh. Kiroh laughed. "All of it? You want to be a grand master?"

Prowl thought about it for a moment. "Learn. That's all."

Bluestreak patted Prowl's helm. "I hope that's all you have to do."

Prowl nodded. Kiroh smiled. "I like you, Prowl."

Prowl nodded. "Thanks."

Kiroh laughed. "Funny mech. Is he starting classes today?"

Bluestreak nodded. "If I can finish this stuff. I actually have something I'm going to start doing as well, so when Prowl is here, I can be there."

Kiroh nodded. "You are not going to learn with him?"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "I don't really like fighting, but this was the only thing Prowl seemed interested in, so I'm letting him do it."

Kiroh nodded. "I see. Prowl, you can go back into that room, and meet with the other younglings while I talk to your creator."

Prowl nodded as slid off the chair, and walked calmly to the door Kiroh pointed to. Kiroh smiled and turned back to Bluestreak. "I like to talk to creators before I begin teaching their younglings."

Bluestreak smiled. "I'm glad. I would be worrying a lot if I didn't know who was teaching my youngling."

Kiroh chuckled. "I want to ask questions about Prowl. Does he have any kind of bad behavior I should know about?"

Bluestreak thought for a second. "No. I know you may get this a lot, but he's a perfect angel. He doesn't get in trouble, and he's excellent about doing as an adult tells him."

Kiroh nodded. "Disciplined. That is a good attribute to have. Any kind of health issues, before I push him too hard."

"Um. I wrote it on the data pad, but he has a logic glitch. If he glitches it's best to take him to a doctor named Ratchet. He's pretty easy to find."

"What is the cause of the logic glitch, if it isn't too intimate information?"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "I'd feel more comfortable if you knew. Prowl's real creators wired a battle computer directly into his processor."

"His processor?" Kiroh asked.

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah. He's been doing good lately, but he's not extremely social, or really playful like a normal youngling his age."

Kiroh nodded. "I see. I was going to ask if he had any rage issues, but I'm sure with that battle computer, he can't feel many emotions at all."

Bluestreak nodded. "That's what Ratchet told me."

Kiroh gave Bluestreak a smile. "Thank you for the information, Bluestreak. I will take good care of Prowl."

Bluestreak returned the smile. "Thank you. Do I just give this data pad to Craytor?"

Kiroh nodded. "Yes. I will look it over after class."

Bluestreak nodded. "Thanks." He stood up, and walked up to the counter as Kiroh walked into the room with the other younglings.

Craytor accepted the data pad as it was passed his way. "Kiroh is a nice mech. You don't have anything to worry about."

"Nothing you say will keep me from worrying. The first youngling I raised decided he didn't want to do extracurricular activities. Instead, he opened a casino at the neighborhood park."

"A casino?"

"Don't ask. I got a lot of comms. From other creators."

Craytor laughed. "Sounds like a trouble maker."

"He is, but there isn't a thing in the world I wouldn't do for him."

Smokescreen onlined his optics. A big Red and White mech stood over him. "Why the frag did I come into work this morning with you sitting on my clinic's doorstep?"

"Ratchet?"

"Yes. Now, what the frag are you doing here with a dislocated door hinge?"

Smokescreen winced as he sat up. "I did as you said! I decided that I was going to work for Striker, and I got slagged over!"

Ratchet shook his helm. "Are you off the hook?"

"No. I have to work as a debt collector!" Smokescreen groaned as he laid back down. "How did my life turn out like this?"

"You're an idiot. That's how!" Ratchet slammed a wrench over Smokescreen's helm.

"Ow! What's wrong with you, beating patients like you own them?"

"I don't see a problem. I'm the one who has to fix them anyways!" Ratchet hit Smokescreen again. "What possessed you to come here?"

"What did you want me to do? I had a dislocated shoulder, and I don't have any credits!"

Ratchet shook his helm. "Forget I said anything." Ratchet grabbed a data pad. "Sign."

Smokescreen frowned at the tone that reminded him of a certain youngling. "When did you start using one word commands?" Smokescreen took the data pad into his servo.

Ratchet shook his helm. "I'll say what I want. When I want. How I want. Why do you care?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Sure it does." Ratchet defended. "Everything matters."

"My own Sire replaced me. I'm not really welcome there anymore."

"Did he say that?" Ratchet asked.

"No. He always tells me to come back, but I can tell he doesn't want me to." Smokescreen shook his helm as he signed the data pad, and passed it back

"If he tells you to come back, then go back. It's that simple." Ratchet accepted the data pad, and filed it away. "I don't know how much more simple it can be. "

Smokescreen shook his helm. "It's not always that simple."