A/N: Okay, tomorrow, 3/30/2013, at 3:00 P.M Central United States time, I will be doing a live writing on Google documents for the next chapter of this story. It will updated tomorrow, and It will be nice. XD You can go to my Facebook page (Link on Profile.) and get the link when I start!
On a different note, I am the perfect nerd. I have something to obsess over, I found out when I thought I have a mild cold, it's actually severe allergies, and I need braces. OH MY GOSH! I'M LIKE CHUCKY FROM THE RUGRATS! Only, I have something to obsess over… XD
REVIEWS!
Autobotschic: (Ch. 9) He is an idiot! XD Prowl is extremely adorable! I just want to eat him up! Unfortunately, my teeth are not strong enough to bite into his metal, and even if it was, it might cause my throat to bleed profusely, and hurts enough right now.
(Ch 11) XD *Smokescreen looks around nervously, and then begins to run.* Poor guy. I hope he runs fast enough.
Xrexheartz: (Ch 11) Smokescreen ran that direction! *Points to her left.* I would check his tree house!
Bluebutterflywitch: (Ch 11) Kiroh is so sweet. I love him, and because I love him, you know he's going to appear later! XD Unfortunately Bluestreak does have a debt with Striker, poor guy. I blame the circumstances. Smokescreen is just upsetting everybody, isn't he? XD Poor Prowl, he's just so innocent… for now… XD It's actually 100 now! XD Bluestreak seems like a mech who has a hard time concentrating on more than one thing. And at the moment I think his main concern is Prowl's safety. XD Ratchet is a poor doctor!
Guest/Crankysnapdragon: I'm guessing you're the same person! XD Thank you! It means a lot! *Eyes twinkle at the sweets.* I KNOW WHO'S GOING TO BE UP ALL NIGHT! XD *Slaps Smokescreen's servo.* NO!
Shizuka Taiyou: (Ch 9) Yup! Things are going downhill.
(Ch10) Or is it…?
(Ch11) Bluestreak is very humble! XD with lack of better word!
The red and black mech quickly walked down the hall with four other mechs in tow. "I need you guys to find out what services Bluestreak has been using. You know what to do from there."
The mechs nodded before branching away from the mech. The red and black mech smiled at a big red mech. "Sentinel, it's nice to see you again. What can I do for you this lovely orn?"
"I would like some mechs taken care of. You seem to have a better background with this kind of thing than the other group."
"I can promise you, Helix group is the best choice in everything. Now, who are these mechs?"
Sentinel smiled.
Striker growled as he threw the data pad at Smokecreen's helm. The data pad cracked as it ricocheted off his helm, and slammed onto the ground. "I want those credits that you owe me, Smokescreen! You owe me so much that I want to offline you right now!"
Smokescreen flinched at screaming. "I know."
"Get the credits that bot owes me or I'll offline you and feed you to the scraplets! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Striker!"
Striker glared. "Good. Get your aft out of here."
Ratchet sighed as he finished the last of his paperwork. "Um, Ratchet, you have visitors." The femme that worked at his front desk, now stood nervously in the entrance of his office.
Ratchet stood up suspiciously before he walked out of the office. In the waiting room stood two mechs. Each one was smiling. "I am Crypt." The first one stated politely.
"And I am Charger." The seconded one smiled. "We have noticed you have been taking care of Lord Bluestreak."
"Lord Bluestreak?" Ratchet frowned. "I am a doctor. That is my job. To take care of mechs."
Crypt looked over to Charger. They both nodded. Crypt turned back to Ratchet and sighed. "We are here to ask that come and help care for Lord Bluestreak as his personal doctor."
"Personal what?" Ratchet glared. "The pit I will. Who are you?"
"We come from the Helix group. Located near the Helix crystal gardens." Crypt answered.
"What are you doing here? This is Striker's territory."
Charger laughed. "Not for long. I don't think you understand your position. You don't have a choice. We'll provide you with everything you'll need. You can still continue to see your other patients, as long as they are not part of Striker's gang, and we'll pay you twice as much as you make here, or," The mech's tone went dark, "we could just destroy this place now."
Ratchet frowned. "Threats won't work."
Crypt frowned. "We are speaking politely now. Please do not make us out to be the bad guys. We are simply looking out for Lord Bluestreak's wellbeing."
"And what of Prowl?" Ratchet asked.
"Prowl?" Crypt looked over to Charger. "Lord Synchro, didn't say anything about anybody named Prowl."
"Bluestreak's youngling?" Ratchet offered the information.
The two mechs optics widened. "Lord Bluestreak got bonded and didn't tell us? Oh, Crypt what will we do! Lord Bluestreak has grown up!" Charger hugged Crypt with tears in his optics.
"It's alright, Charger. I'm sure Lord Bluestreak was going to tell us sooner, or later."
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "He isn't bonded."
"Not bonded! He's so brave, Crypt!"
"He is!"
"It's n- How embarrassing to have mechs like you under Synchro's command!" Ratchet glared as he pulled out a wrench. "What the frag is wrong with you?"
Charger slowly pulled away from Crypt. "Listen here, Slagger. We're having a personal moment! Back off!"
Ratchet growled. "Not in my clinic!" Ratchet launched the wrench.
Crypt quickly caught it before it hit Charger. "I see. That is going to be your decision."
"Shylight. Do it."
Ratchet felt a hit to the back of his helm before he fell into darkness.
Crypt and Charger smirked to a black minicon. "Good Job." Crypt nodded.
Chromia smiled as Ironhide locked the door. He purred as she hugged him from behind. "Today was nice. That mech earlier was pretty cute."
"Which one? I'll have to shoot them next time I see 'em."
Chromia smiled. "The gray one."
"Bluestreak?"
"Yeah."
"He has a youngling."
Chromia pulled away from Ironhide, and walked back over to the counter. "His bonded must be a lucky bot then."
"Lord Bluestreak isn't bonded."
Ironhide quickly turned and activated his cannons at the unexpected voice.
Two femmes stood in front of the entrance to the shooting range. Each one looking exactly like the other. The one on the right smiled. "I am Scatter Frost. Nice to meet you Mr. Ironhide, and Mrs. Chromia. We're here to take you away."
"Frost! I was supposed to say that part!" The one on the right stomped her pede on the ground, and glared at her twin.
"You should have said it quicker, Sliver."
The one of the left turned away and began pouting. Scatter Frost ignored her.
Ironhide glared. "I don't know what you're talking about, but we're not going anywhere."
Sliver smiled. "We hear you two are in debt. If you come with us, we'll pay it off. All you have to do is help us with a tiny something."
Ironhide growled, but Chromia raised her servo up for him to stop. "It's true we are in debt, but by you taking us, we won't be able to earn any credits. Our business will be put to a halt."
"Nonsense. You can open your own little shooting range in a new location. You know, like around the Helix gardens."
Chromia frowned. "The Helix gardens?"
"Yes." The twins nodded at once. Both answering at the same time.
"Will you also be paying us?"
"Yes."
"And you'll pay off our debt?"
"Yes."
Ironhide stepped forward. "What do we have to do?"
"All you have to do is help take care of Lord Bluestreak. You two seem to like him enough."
Chromia and Ironhide looked at each other, obviously speaking through their bond. Ironhide sighed. "You got yourself a deal."
"Great!" One of the twins yelled. Ironhide had lost track of which was which a time ago. "We'll start on our way now. There is still one more place we have to go."
"No, there's not. We decided not to, remember?"
"Oh yeah. I guess we're just meeting Charger, and Crypt then."
One of the twins nodded. "Yepp. That's about all we're doing. Then we'll take them to speak with Synchro."
"Lord Synchro." The other corrected.
Synchro leaned back in his chair. He shook his helm. "These are some pretty high powered mechs, Sentinel."
Sentinel shrugged. "Can you do it, or not?"
Synchro growled. "Do not use that tone with me. I don't care if you're Prime or not." Synchro stood up. "I'll do it, but I'm not promising it will done by the date restrictions."
Sentinel growled. "If it can't be done by the date I provided then don't bother doing it at all!"
Synchro chuckled. "I guess we won't be taking the job. Good luck with the council, Sentinel."
Sentinel glared. "You can't be serious!"
"I can, and I am." Synchro walked up to his door, and it opened. "There is no way I can get it done by that day." Synchro walked out of the room, and turned to the two mechs on each side of the doorway. "Escort him out, please. He has no other business here."