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Autobotschic: Lord Bluestreak just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it? XD Run smokescreen run! As fast as you can! You can't catch him he's the ginergerbread man!

Bluebutterflywitch: He's a master of the martial arts, and he teaches children. He has to be sweet! XD Yup! Synchro is! XD *Sits next to her* Hand over the sweets! XD Smokescreen seems to be everybody's target. It's kind of funny, cause Blue will beat their afts they touch Smokescreen! XD Charger and Crypt are so sweet. Synchro's right servo mechs! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: I don't Ratchet has issues. He's bound to beat some bot up. XD There is! Don't worry!

Synchro stared at the three bots in front of him. He raised an optic ridge at the four of his Associates. He glanced at the black mech and the blue femme, and then to a knocked out red and white mech. He sighed. "Crypt, what happened to your mech?"

Crypt, the orange mech, and one of Synchro's right hand mechs, frowned. "He fell into recharge, Sir?"

Synchro pursed his lips, and brought his servos up to his face. "Fell into recharge, huh?"

"Yes, Sir."

Synchro turned to the brown and white mech next to Crypt. "Charger?" He glanced down for a moment before he sighed. "what happened to Ratchet?"

Charger smirked. "He fell into recharge."

Synchro growled. "You're both about to fall into recharge!" He raised his voice, and threw the blue and silver femme's into giggles.

Charger and Crypt smiled. "But Sir,we can't help it if the old mech decides it's his nap time!" Crypt argued.

Ratchet groaned, and slowly glanced around. He opened his mouth to say something, but Charger pulled out the wrench that was flung at him earlier in the orn, and slammed it down on the medics helm. Ratchet's optics began to fritzs out, but soon he was once again limp in the chair.

Synchro's optics went wide as he watched the scene in front of him. He glared at Charger, and shook his helm. "Is this what 'fell into recharge meant'?"

Charger smirked. "Yes."

Synchro stared at the two unbelievingly. "You have got to be kidding me. Give me the wrench." Synchro held out his servo expectantly.

Charge frowned as he pulled the wrench close to his chassis. "No! It's mine! You're just going to hit me with it!"

Synchro rolled his optics. "Now Charger, would I do that?"

"Yes." Crypt deadpanned. "You would."

Synchro rolled his optics. "Fine I swear on my family's lives I won't hit you for hitting Ratchet, at all."

Charger nodded and passed the wrench over. Synchro sat the wrench on his desk.

Chromia and Ironhide glanced to each other, and before long, Ironhide stood up. "We've seen enough. We're leaving."

Synchro leaned back in his chair. "Scatter Frost." He nodded to one of the twins.

The twin behind Ironhide put her servo on Ironhide's shoulder and pushed him back down to his seat. She leaned in close to his audial receptor, and giggled. "I'm afraid it's too late to back out now. For one, Lord Synchro has already paid off your debt, and number two, Lord Bluestreak is on his way." She stood back up straight behind Ironhide, and put her servos behind her back.

Ironhide glared. "I'm not your prisoner!"

Synchro laughed. "Of course you're not." He smirked. "But you are in my debt. Are you not? After all I paid off your debt. I'm not asking for money in return. Simply protection for my precious family."

Chromia glanced around. "Looks like you have enough protection here."

Synchro nodded as he leaned forward in his seat. "I do have a lot of mechs under my belt, but they all specific tasks to do. I need somebody who skill set for the specific task of protecting my cute, innocent, Bluestreak. Who is more skilled than former mercenaries?"

Ironhide glared as he stood up again. "Former being the key word!"

Synchro stared at Ironhide, seemingly scaling the mech up. "I am not asking you to invade Striker's territory, or to bring his gang down, I am simply asking you to protect Bluestreak.I just don't want any harm coming his way."

The twins smiled down at Chromia, who seemed deep in thought. "You two seemed pretty attached to Lord Bluestreak already, anyways!"

Synchro smiled as he pushed himself away from his desk, and twirled in his chair. "There you have it! Why not just take care of him anyways. Just because of your already established love of the mech. I mean, have you seen him? He's adorable!"

Chromia snorted. "I'll do it. Even if this lugnut doesn't." She pointed up to Ironhide.

Ironhide glared down to Chromia. "Chromia, I thought we were go-"

"Sparkling and younglings can wait." Chromia nodded to Synchro. "I have demands."

Synchro nodded. "Shoot. Well, not literally."

Chromia smirked. "Nice save. I want Ironhide and myself to have our own unit. I want our own shooting range, and I want Decaornly payments. Direct transfers to Ironhide's account. It has to be at least five hundred credits each time. I want bonuses every time Ironhide and, or I, have to go into combat."

Synchro nodded his helm as he thought for a moment. "How Specific. Alright, deal."

Chromia smiled. "Good."

Synchro smiled. "Tell me. Do you and Ironhide want creations?"

Ironhide glared. "Yes. Do you have a problem."

Synchro shook his helm nonchalantly. "No, I don't. I just think that you two will raise an almost perfect creation."

"Almost?" Chromia growled."

"No, youngling can be as perfect as Bluestreak." Synchro smirked.

Ratchet groaned as he sat up. Charger lept for the wrench that sat harmlessly on Synchro's desk, but Synchro was faster. The wrench was in Synchro's servo, and in no time, it was smacked against Charger's helm. "Charger, no."

"It's either me or him!" Charger yelled.

Ratchet groaned when he realized where he was. "You have got to be kidding me!"

Synchro smiled wide at Ratchet. "Ratchet! Good to see you. I hope your recharge was well!"

"Re-recharge? I was knocked the frag out, twice!"

"Yes." Synchro nodded. "Twice."

Ratchet growled.

Synchro sighed. "Ratchet, I'm sorry, but in my defense, when I first saw you under Striker's wrath, sitting innocently in the med bay, I decided that one day, you would be mine! You just gave me the perfect excuse! You're going to be Bluestreak's personal doctor!"

Ratchet growled. "If I had known Bluestreak was yours I would have hit him a pit of a lot harder!"

Synchro's face went wide. "He- M- My sparkling!" Synchro glared as he started to jump over his desk. Charger grabbed him.

"Hurry, Ratchet, run for the med bay!"

Bluestreak held Prowl in his arms. "This is our new home, Prowl."

Prowl stared at the huge complex. "Big."

"Yeah." Bluestreak chuckled. The big complex was almost like small city all on its own. It was located near the Helix crystal garden. The most famous crystal garden on all of Cybertron.

Bluestreak grew up in this complex. He learned from his Sire, and his sire's most trusted companions. This was his home. This was where he learned in life there was nothing, nothing more important than family. Nothing in life came before your family. Not even yourself. Family, you could trust with your life, and they wouldn't let you down.

Bluestreak smiled as he walked forward. His doorwings held high. He smiled down to Prowl. "Raise your door wings. It's a pride thing."

Prowl raised up his small door wings, and nodded to Bluestreak. Bluestreak walked through the main street where bots were walking around, going into small shops, and having an all around blast. At the end of the street was a huge mansion. Bluestreak paused in front of it.

"This is where we're going to be staying, Prowl. My Sire, your grand-creator, lives here."

"Gray?" Prowl glanced up at Bluestreak.

"Yes?"

"Big." Prowl muttered.

Bluestreak laughed at the repeat of conversation. "It's very big." Bluestreak walked into the front door, and stood in the door way. He watched bots rush around going up and down stairs, carrying stacks of data pads. All in a rush to get somewhere. It wasn't usually like this.

Bluestreak frowned as he walked up the stairs, and made a left around the corner. He stopped in front of a door with two mechs, one on each side. "Hello. May we go in?"

One of the bots shrugged. The other rolled his optics, and knocked on the door. The door slid open, and Bluestreak was quickly shoved out of the way by a huge black mech.

"Ironhide?"

Ironhide glanced back. His gaze softened when he caught optic of Prowl. He slowly stepped forward, as if he was hypnotized. "May I hold him?"

Bluestreak glanced to Prowl, and nodded. "Yeah, you know what? Can you watch him while I go in there?" he passed Prowl over to Ironhide gently, and smiled.

Ironhide nodded. Chromia walked up from behind Bluestreak. "Nice to see you, Blue."

"It's nice to see you teo as well, but, um, why are you here?"

Chromia shrugged. "Just working."

"Okay?" Bluestreak frowned as he stepped into his Sire's office. The door closed behind him. Synchro's back was facing him. As were four other bots' he knew well. "Psst!"

Nobody moved. Synchro sighed. "Mech's like him are so hard to deal with."

"Psst!"

"Ask one wrong question, and they go off their rockers!"

"Psst!"

"Whoever is doing that, qui-" Synchro twisted around. His optics went wide. "BLUUUEEE!" He jumped over his desk, and tackled Bluestreak to the ground. "Oh, Blue! Sire's missed you so much! You should have visited me more! What happened? You seemed upset over the comm. Did something bad happen? Oh no! Somebody tried to mug you didn't they? Tell Sire who, and I'll take care of them!"

By this time, the other four bots had turned around. Bluestreak sent a painful smile at them. He would have greeted them, but he was on the ground, and his sire was still on top of him. "Sire, I'm fine.I'll tell you all about it in a moment, but I want to introduce you to somebody first."

Charger smirked. "Is it Prowl."

Bluestreak frowned. "Who is Prowl? Is he going to take you away from me? Are you two in love? Because I will rip his helm off!"

"Sire!" Bluestreak yelled. "Ironhide, can you bring in Prowl!" Bluestreak tried to wiggle out from under Synchro, but failed.

The door opened, and Ironhide peeked in. "Are you sure?"

Bluestreak looked up to Ironhide. "Y-Yes?"

Ironhide smirked as he came around the corner, Prowl sitting snugly on his hip. Synchro's optics widened. "A youngling?" Synchro smiled as he climbed off Bluestreak, and grabbed Prowl from Ironhide's arms. "He's so beautiful. Oh! He has your optics!" Synchro's optics dimmed for a second.

Bluestreak stood up and sent his sire a strange look. "I'm his surrogate."

Synchro frowned. "Ignore that order, Charger."

Charger chuckled. "It's been ignored, Sir."

Bluestreak frowned, and looked between the two. "What order?" Synchro simply smiled. "Sire!" Bluestreak yelled. "You cannot put a hit out on bots! Especially your youngling's bonded!"

Synchro just continued smiling as he held Prowl. "Hello Prowl. I'm Synchro! Blue's Sire."

"Gray." Prowl Corrected.

Synchro frowned. "No, Blue. His designation is Bluestreak so everybody calls him Blue. It's not his color."

Prowl's optics widened. Bluestreak began to panic. "Prowl!"

Prowl fell limp in Synchro's servos. Synchro's optics widened. "FRAG! I killed it! Blue, I swear I didn't mean to!"

"Prowl!" Bluestreak tore Prowl out of Synchro's servos. "I need Ratchet!"

"MED BAY!" Charger screamed.

Ironhide and Chromia watched the big group of Praxians run down the hall to the Medical wing. Chromia slowly began giggling. "I knew I was right."

Bluestreak glared at Synchro. "I cannot believe you! I didn't want you to force bots I know to work for you! I just wanted a place to go!"

Synchro shrugged. "I just wanted what was best for you. Ironhide and Chromia will be protecting you, and I was going to take Ratchet anyways. He belongs to me." Synchro glanced over to Ratchet who was working on re-booting Prowl. "What's wrong with Prowl?"

Bluestreak sighed. "His original creators installed a battle computer into his processor. He's not good with emotions, or anything illogical."

Synchro nodded. Bluestreak sent a glare over to him. "Do not put a hit out on his original creators!"

Synchro chuckled. "Oh, it's too late."

Bluestreak sighed unbelievable. "You're a piece of work, aren't you?"

Synchro laughed. "I do what I must for the family. Family comes before everything. Speaking of family. What happened that made you come running here of all places. I thought you couldn't stand the idea of staying here."

"Sire, it's not the idea of staying here that puts me off, it's the fact that you wanted me to take over all of this. I can't do that that. I just- I just can't. It wasn't you. As for what made me come running here, it was Striker."

"What about him?" Synchro glared. "That fragger better not have touched you!"

"A friend of mine took a loan out under the designation of Silverstreak. He couldn't pay it back, and he was getting bonded. So I took it over. Striker thinks I'm Silverstreak, and his mechs came to my unit the other day trying to find something to pay it off with. They almost took the red energon gem."

"Should have let them have it." Synchro sighed. "I was only a gem."

"Sire! It's important to you! You said so yourself! It's passed down since the beginning of the Helix group! Besides, because it was so important to you, it's important to me!"

Synchro smiled, and pulled Bluestreak to his side. "You're a good mech."

"I may have made more enemies than just Striver. There is another youngling I raised, Smokescreen. He was one of the mechs Striker sent."

"He didn't know about the arrangement with the other mech, did he?"

Bluestreak nodded. "He hates me now."

Synchro nodded. "I see. It'll be alright, Bluestreak. Everything will turn out fine. You'll have your family back, all of it. We'll help you. We'll protect you, and you can just freeload."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "I don't want to freeload. I want to help, all that I can."

Synchro nodded. "Alright."

"You remember how I said I would never pick up a gun?"

"Yes." Synchro nodded.

"I really like the sniper rifle. It's nice."

"You are your Sire's creation!" Synchro laughed as he pulled Bluestreak into a hug!"

Bluestreak frowned as Synchro pulled away. "Remember when I left?"

Synchro nodded solemly. "Yes."

"I didn't mean what I said."

"Of course you didn't."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "Sire, don't be like that!"

"Be like what?"

"You're obviously holding a grudge!"

"I am not!" Synchro defended himself. Bluestreak just sent him a disbelieving look. Synchro sighed. "What? I'm not!"

Ratchet cleared his throat to earn the attention of the two mechs. "Prowl is fine. It was mild crash. He's onlinging right now."

Synchro smiled. "OOOh! I want to see him first!" He quickly ran across the room to the berth Prowl was laying on.

Bluestreak turned to Ratchet. "I'm sorry. I honestly didn't know Sire was going to do that to you."

Ratchet shrugged. "I owe him anyways."

"You owe him?"

"Ratchet grabbed a rag and began wiping his servos. "Yeah, he paid off my debt with Striker. I used to work as a medic for the tyrant. I'm not upset about working for a compassionate mech like Synchro."

Bluestreak smiled. "There is not better leader for the Helix group."

Ratchet smiled. "I am aware."

"Prowl is so adorable!" Synchro shouted from across the Med bay.

Bluestreak laughed as he made his way over. "Hello, Prowl"

"Blue."

Bluestreak glanced over to Synchro then back down to Prowl. "You don't have to call me that. You can call me Gray if you want."

"Blue. I love, Blue."

Bluestreak smiled. "I love you too, Prowl."

Prowl smiled before frowning. "Data pad?"

Ratchet snorted. "I have an extra, if you want it."

Prowl nodded.

Synchro sent a glance over to Bluestreak. "He likes Data pads?"

"He does." Bluestreak smiled as Ratchet passed the data pad and stylus over to Prowl.

"I even signed it for you."

"Thanks." Prowl offered the data pad to Synchro. "Sign."

"Sign? Why? Is this some kind of binding contract? Do I need a lawyer?"

Prowl giggled. "No!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Sire, do you really think this adorable youngling would try to bind you in such a strange way?"

"Yes, but I'll sign it anyways. want to know why, Prowl?"

Prowl nodded.

"Because we're family." Synchro nodded as he signed the data pad. "Family is important. More important than the sky, or the ground we stand on. Family is even more important than Primus. Family is everything. You can try to abandon family, but they'll always be there for you. They'll forgive you no matter what." Synchro smiled to Prowl. "You're part of my family now, and I'll protect you from anything, and everything I have to. Until the day I terminate, I'll be here for you." Synchro sat the data pad next to Prowl and nodded.

Prowl stared at Synchro. He was surprised. His battle computer said that the mech was being truthful. He gave no indications of lying like his old creators did. But still Prowl couldn't belive it. Prowl simply nodded to the mech. If the mech was so passionate about his words, then family must be the most important thing, ever.

Synchro smiled to Prowl then turned to Ratchet. "Thank you, Ratchet, for taking care of my new grand-creation." He picked up Prowl, and made sure the youngling had his new data pad. "We're going after Smokescreen tomorrow."

Ratchet frowned. "Smokescreen?"

Bluestreak nodded. "My other youngling."

"I had no idea he was related to you." Ratchet shook his helm. "He's about neck deep in scrap from Striker."

Synchro nodded. "We'll find out exactly how deep he is tomorrow. I'll be taking Charger with us."

Bluestreak gulped. "I don't think it's such a good idea. I mean smokescreen is already mad at me, the best thing to do is just let him cool down. Plus, striker thinks I owe him credits!"

Synchro looked over to Bluestreak. "Tell me, Blue. Who did you take the debt up for?"

"K- I'm not telling you! I know what you're going to do, and I don't want him to get involved! If we're going somewhere tomorrow anyways, then I'll have to run by the youngling center and tell them Prowl and I won't be going anymore."

Prowl looked over to Bluestreak with a sad face. "Jazz?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I'm sorry, Prowl. Jazz can't follow us here."

"Jazz? Who is Jazz?"

"Prowl's friend." Bluestreak frowned. "Sire? No! Yo-"

"Too late." Synchro deadpanned. "Don't worry, Prowl. You'll see Jazz in no time at all!"

Bluestreak groaned. "Siiirrreee!"