A/N: This chapter is because I felt bad for leaving the last one the way I did...

Bluestreak had never been so embarrassed in his life. Kiroh had followed Prowl, and him home while sending glares at anybody who dared look in their direction.

Bluestreak opened the apartment door for Prowl who ran inside. Bluestreak turned to Kiroh. "Thank you."

Kiroh smiled as if he was embarrassed. "Oh, don't worry about it!" Kiroh turned and walked down the hall.

Bluestreak sighed as he walked into his unit.

"Silverstreak?"

Bluestreak jumped

"What kind of name is that?"

"Smokescreen!"

Smokescreen sat at the table, his arms crossed. He glared at Bluestreak. "I can't believe you. You're such a hypocrite. Always telling me not to get in trouble, yet here you are."

"Smokesc-"

"Shut the frag up! I'm here to collect a debt for Striker. Fifty three million credits. You have it or not?"

Bluestreak felt tears well up. "No, I don't."

"What, no excuse?"

"No."

"So what are we going to do about it, Silverstreak?"

"Smokescreen, you can't!"

"Code, you see anything good in there?" Smokescreen stood up from the table.

Code, the big mech, walked out of the living room holding Prowl upside down by a leg.

"PROWL!"

Code snorted. "Like Striker would stoop so low as to take a youngling. Nothing good in there either." He dropped Prowl on the ground.

"Prowl, go to the kitchen!" Bluestreak yelled. Prowl nodded and did as he was told.

Smokescreen snorted. "The bedroom. There's a small box under the big berth."

"Smokescreen! You can't!"

"Take that. Inside is a Red energon Gem."

Bluestreak fell to his knees. "What did I do wrong to deserve this from you?"

Smokescreen bent down next to Bluestreak. "Everything."

Bluestreak flinched at the words more than the crashing that came from the room. After a while Code exited from the room, and smiled. He raised a red gem up in the air, and examined it. "Wow. This could pay for the debt plus some."

"You can't have it." Bluestreak whispered.

"What did you say?"

"I said you can't have it, Fragging Slagger!" Bluestreak yelled.

Smokescreen stared at Bluestreak with wide optics. Code just smirked. "And why can't I?"

"Because it belongs to my Sire!" Bluestreak stood up slowly. "I'm warning you. If you don't drop it, I won't go easy on you."

"Gray!" Prowl whispered from behind the counter.

"Prowl, stay back there." Bluestreak glared at Code. "Hand it over."

Code laughed. "Like pit."

Bluestreak glared. He took a step forward, and held his servo out. "Hand it over, Scrap heap."

"No."

Bluestreak shot forward, and punched Code in the stomach. The big bot grunted, and fell to the ground. "Let it go!" His foot reeled back and struck the bot in the side. "Let it go, right now!"

Smokescreen backed away. He had never seen Bluestreak like this before.

Bluestreak straddled the mech, and grabbed the sides of his armor. He pulled the mech close, and glared. "Hand it over, or you might not have legs to run back to Striker with."

"Take it!" Code threw the stone. Bluestreak jumped up, and caught it mid- air as Code scrambled off the ground. "We're going, Smokescreen."

Bluestreak looked over to Smokescreen. Smokescreen was backed up against the wall with wide optics. "I said we're going!" Code grabbed him, and pulled him out of the unit.

"Prowl, are you okay?"

"Okay."

Bluestreak walked into the kitchen. Prowl was pushed into a corner. Bluestreak sighed, and crouched down. He extended his arms, and smiled. "Come here."

Prowl nodded, and crawled over to Bluestreak. Bluestreak wrapped Prowl in a hug. "You're okay. Nothing is going to hurt you."

"Gray protect."

"Yeah, I'll protect you. You're going to be alright. I have to go make a call." Bluestreak stood up, and walked out of the kitchen, and straight to the living room. The couch was turned over, broken data pads scattered the ground as well as broken toys.

Bluestreak activated the comm. System, and typed in a number. He waited as the communicator connected him to who he wanted to talk to. "House of Hel- Lord Bluestreak!" A mech saluted.

"No, just Bluestreak. I need to talk to Sire." Bluestreak shook his helm.

"Of course!" The mech ran off screen. Yelling and crashing was heard before a black and red mech, similar build to Bluestreak, ran onto the view of the screen.

Bluestreak smiled at his sire, Synchro. "Blue! Sire misses you! Sire misses you so much!"

"Sire, we're in the same city. I, um, need your help. I have to leave, can you…help?"

The mech's optics narrowed. "Of course, you can come home. I can't promise you won't be sucked in, but I can guarantee your safety."

Bluestreak nodded. "Of course. Thanks."

The mech nodded. "I have to go, Blue. I'll see you when you get here. You better be here tomorrow."

Bluestreak nodded. "Thanks Sire."

The screen went black. Bluestreak was mostly raised by a family friend and his bonded. The two took care of him while his Sire worked for joors upon joors. Bluestreak honestly didn't mind that much, but it caused a bit of friction when Bluestreak grew up, and had his own plans. Where his Sire had plans for him.

Bluestreak sighed as he walked out of the Room. Prowl sat on the floor trying to fix one of his data pads. Bluestreak felt his chest tighten. "Prowl, I'm sorry, but we have to leave." Bluestreak felt energon tears start to fall as all Prowl did was nod.

Prowl watched Bluestreak as he fell to his knees, the red gem clutched in his servos. He felt Bluestreak pull him close, and the older mechs helm rest against his back. Prowl frowned. His gray shouldn't be crying. His gray should be happy, and laughing.

Prowl never forgot that orn. It was when he first started martial arts, and it was the first time he had ever seen his "Gray" cry.