A/N: I'm a horrible person. I forgot to answer two of the reviews, and I didn't want to wait till next time, cause then I'd feel bad, and forget again, so everybody gets another chapter XD

REVIEWS

Bluebutterflywitch:(For the oneshot) I so sorry! I forgot you! I got distracted, and that's what happens XD. Bluestreak is a genius. Prowl doesn't even have to try. He just does! XD I am exactly the same. My music plays 24/7 with the occasional pause to watch a video or something. It's even playing when I'm not here, so my mom can listen to it. XD If it makes you feel any better, WE'RE AT 70!

(Chapter 9): Smokescreen just has major gambling skillz! Smokescreen has fconfidence issues. I blame Bluestreak really. He doesn't play on the 'I love you both equally' thing. XD Ratchet is a monster! Rawr! He'd probably beat everybody within a ten foot radius! His logic works. He would stepped on me by now, and threw me to the man eating sharks.

Autobotschic: I'm sorry for forgetting you too! I didn't mean to. And just for forgetting you, I'll allow you another week with Prowl and Jazz, though I do need them for update rehearsal. XD

I have all the Optimuses! From every universe! And I have highgrade that will knock you on your aft just from the scent! Ehhh

I'm pretty sure I got all the reviews this time XD

Bluestreak nervously glanced around the building as he walked in. A gruff mech pushed him out of the way as he walked up to the counter. "I'm here to meet with Ironhide."

The mech at the counter snorted. "You have better chances meeting Sentinel."

The gruff mech growled. "Yeah, well I have an appointment."

"Yeah, well stuff it, cause Hide isn't here."

Bluestreak quickly to went to walk out of the building. "And where do you think you're going?" The mech behind the counter caught him.

"I was just leaving."

"No, you're not. What can I do for you?"

"I was thinking about learning to shoot a gun, but I decided against it. I'm probably not very good, and I'll shoot somebody's optic out. That wouldn't turn out so well."

A blue femme walked out of the back, and snorted. "Nonsense. If you have bad aim you wouldn't even be able to hit half the mechs here."

Bluestreak backed away nervously. "I'm just gonna-"

"Come to the back, and show me what you've got. I'm Chromia."

Bluestreak nervously followed Chromia to the back. "I really don't think I would be very good."

"Shut up. Here you look like a mech that would be good as a sniper."

"Sniper?" Bluestreak jumped as Chromia shoved a rifle into his hands.

"Ever use a gun before?"

"No."

"That's about to change." Chromia smirked as they walked past a big black mech. She reeled her servo back, and smacked the mech's aft. "Nice view."

The mech instictively aimed a cannon at her. Bluestreak freaked out, and Chromia laughed. The big mech brought the cannon down, and sighed. "I could have shot you, Chromia."

Chromia laughed. "I was going to teach this mech how to snipe, but I figured you would have more fun with him."

The big mech looked down at Bluestreak. "Never seen you before."

"I shouldn't be here!"

The big mech laughed. "Nonsense! I'm Ironhide."

Bluestreak groaned. "Bluestreak."

Ironhide had taught Bluestreak all there was to know about the rifle he held in his servos. Truthfully, Bluestreak had only been more interested in one topic, and that was sparklings. By the time Bluestreak's alarm went off to pick up Prowl, he could take the rifle apart, and put it back together.

"I have to go." Bluestreak smiled. "I have a youngling to pick up, but thank you! I'll definitely come back. How much do I owe?"

Ironhide shook his helm. "Chromia takes care of that. I'll put this little guy in your locker."

"My locker?"

Ironhide bellowed a laugh. "You seem to like it so much, I thought I'd let you have it."

"No, I couldn't!"

Ironhide shook his helm. "It's yours. Got Bluestreak written all over it. Chromia will give you the locker's key. Come back whenever you have time, and we'll finish this lesson."

Bluestreak smiled. "Thank you!" He couldn't contain himself as gave the big black mech a hug. "This is one of the best presents I could have, right after another sparkling!"

Ironhide was unsure of how to react. "Uh, you're welcome?"

Bluestreak ran out of the back, up to the front where Chromia stood. "You have fun?"

"I sure did! I was kind of nervous, but I've never had that much fun in my life. Well, when I picked Smokie up from the enforcers, which was fun. They had lost him, and it turned out he was in the back gambling with the inmates."

"Who's Smokie?"

"He was my first sparkling."

Chromia smiled. "Here's the key to your locker, and your total will be 256 credits. That takes care of your vorns membership."

"Wow, that's cheap!"

Chromia smiled "I might have shaved some off for you being so cute."

"Oh, thank you!"

Chromia smiled as she accepted Bluestreak's card. "Here you go." She waved at Bluestreak as he accepted the card, and sprinted out of the building.

Smokescreen stood in front of the gray bot again. Striker stared at him with degrading optics. "Here's your next location. If you keep this up, I might just give you a promotion Smokey-mech."

Smokescreen took the data pad. A Dojo? "The bot I've been looking for was spotted there today dropping off a youngling. The mech owes me a lot of credits, and I'm not letting him off the hook. He's slippery, so I'm sending Code with you." Striker finished, and motioned his servo for him to go away. "Code is waiting outside."

Smokescreen turned, and walked out of the room. Sure enough Code was standing by the door. "Let's go."

"360 from trying to kill me."

Code snorted. "Don't think you're special. I was doing my job. Now hurry your aft up."

Bluestreak glanced around the big buildings as he smiled. It was a lot of fun learning how to use the guns. He never would have thought that guns would be so much fun! He was humming by the time he walked up to the dojo. "Hey, mech."

Bluestreak knew that voice.

"I think you owe us some money."

Bluestreak quickly turned to the voice. "Oh no." Code was glaring at him from down the street. Bluestreak quickly turned to run.

"Frag! No you don't!"

Bluestreak ran around a corner, and slid to a stop. "Smokescreen? What are you doing down here?"

"Sire, I was um.."

"What are you doing? Get him!"

Bluestreak glanced back. "I'm sorry. I have to go." He quickly began running again. Code shoved Smokescreen out of the way as he pursued. Bluestreak squeaked as a blast flew by him.

They were not kidding around.

Bluestreak ran through an alley, and jumped over one of the walls, tucking himself into a small crevice. He heard Code run into the alleyway. "Slag it! Where did he go?"

Another set of footsteps entered after Code's. "Was that gray mech the one you were looking for?"

"Yeah. Silverstreak. He owes Striker. A lot."

"Silverstreak?"

"Frag! Let's go."

Bluestreak sat in his little hideaway until he was sure the two mechs were gone. He slowly crawled his way out. He looked both ways before he exited the alley way, and went back to the dojo. He quickly went in, and stared out the window for Code.

"Hey!" Craytor smiled at the register. "Bluestreak, right?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm just here to pick up Prowl. I know I'm a little late."

Craytor Smiled. "He's doing one on one with Kiroh. You can peek in if you want to."

Bluestreak nodded as he walked up to the door, and peeked in through the window. Prowl was sitting in the middle of the room, in a meditating position. Bluestreak smiled at how cute his youngling looked.

Kiroh caught a glance at Bluestreak, and smiled as he tapped Prowl's shoulder a couple of times, and pointed to the door. Prowl looked up, and immediately stood. He walked up to the door, and opened it.

Bluestreak bent down, and gave Prowl a hug. "Hey, Prowl. Did you have fun?"

Prowl nodded. Kiroh smiled. "Prowl is a natural. He's gifted. I wouldn't mind seeing him every orn."

Bluestreak smiled. "You'll have to deal with every other orn."

"I suppose I could." Kiroh smiled. Bluestreak nervously looked out the windows of the building. Kiroh quickly noticed the small mech's nervousness. "Is something wrong?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Some mechs were chasing me earlier. I got away, but I don't want to have to start running with Prowl."

Kiroh frowned. "Where do you live?"

"Huh?"

"If I live nearby I will walk you home safely." Kiroh nodded.

"Oh, no! I couldn't ask that!"

"You did not ask, I offered. There is a difference, and I wish you allow me to walk you back to your place."

"No, I'm okay. Don't worry."