A/N: I wanted to get this one up, because my favorite chapter is the next one, and I wanted it up Saturday so you guys could see how wonderful the next chapter.

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Zrexheartz: He's based off my I'm glad people are liking the mech. XD

Shizuka Taiyou: XD Close enough!

Bluebutterflywitch: Synchro's based on my own Dad personality wise. XD Yes! So would I! I can see that happening! XD Thank primus! Sweets I'm starving! I'm in school and I'm starving! NOPE! Not him per se! XD Yup starts with a big fat K. I wouldn't feel sorry for Ratchet. XD Yes he is very protective!

Kokua Aviatrix: It's what makes him so fragging loveable! XD

IBrokeThe4thWall: XD I love his family. Well, I don't think Kidnapping would be smart for them, but you can move in with them. It has less chances of all of them going to prison! XD He will!

Autobotschic: He's so adorable! Don't eat them! I need them! I need them for mah story! If you eat them they will be in yo tummay! And not in mah Storay! XD Let's put him in the oven!

Bluestreak sighed as he walked into the youngling center, without Prowl. He walked up to the desk, and smiled at Seabreeze. "Hi."

"Bluestreak!"

"I actually came here to turn in my resignation."

"You too?"

"Me too?" Bluestreak asked.

Seabreeze nodded. "Serenade, and Kaymin came in earlier. They withdrew Jazz as well."

"Scrap he works fast." Bluestreak muttered. "I'll also be withdrawing Prowl."

"No!" Seabreeze groaned. "He was such a cute youngling!"

Bluestreak smiled. "I'm sorry."

"Don't sweat it. I'll call in the subs, and I'll get some replacement younglings in here."

Bluestreak laughed. "Thanks." He slowly left the building, and glanced back. He'd miss this job.

Synchro smiled from his place next to Charger. "Good job. I honestly thought you'd cry."

"Ha ha." Bluestreak snorted.

Synchro smiled. "We'll be retrieving Smokescreen next. If he still hates you, that's your problem."

"I don't see how anybody could hate Lord Bluestreak."

"I can." Synchro smiled. "Though not for long!"

Charger smiled. "Lord Bluestreak, It is nice having you back."

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah."

"I miss Prowl." Synchro sighed. "I'm having him trained in Circuit-su by a friend of mine. A nice mech."

"Sire, you didn't."

"Didn't what?"

"Did you get Prowl's martial arts teacher too?"

Synchro smiled. "He was in martial arts?"

"You didn't?"

"No." Synchro laughed. "Prowl seems to like it though. Before we left he had a smile on his face."

"It was so cute!" Charger laughed. "It was like he was trying to hold it back!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Prowl has a nice smile."

"He does! I'd bond with him, if he wasn't my grand-creation." Synchro smiled with pride. His door wings up high, and fluttering with happiness.

Bluestreak smiled. "I know."

"There is something about him that worries me." Charger brought one of his digits up to his chin. "Shouldn't he be able to talk more than he does?"

"He can." Bluestreak smiled. "He usually sticks with fewer words. He's a silent mech."

"Usually a sign of a stuck up mech." Charger commented.

"My grand-creation is not stuck up!" Synchro yelled.

"No, not yet." Charger smirked.

The building they were looking for was coming up fast. The three stopped at the door, and knocked. It took a while, but somebody answered. "Heh, look who it is. Synchro."

Synchro smiled. "Good evening. I've come to pay off a nice big debt."

The mech frowned. "Come in. Striker has been expecting you."

Synchro smiled. "I hope you don't mind. I brought a friend along."

The mech stepped in front. "Which one is the friend?"

"One owes you money, and the other is the friend. Get out of my way before I make you." Synchro growled.

The mech moved out of the way. "Go."

Synchro smiled. "Thank you. Your assistance is appreciated. I assume Striker is in the same office."

The mech nodded.

"Good. Blue, Charger, let's go."

Bluestreak and Charger followed behind Synchro. Synchro led the two to a huge door. He nodded to Charger who started typing on the lock. The door slid open, and the bots inside the room jumped.

The first one Bluestreak noticed was Smokescreen. The second, Code, and lastly Striker. Striker stood up. "Synchro. What a lovely visit."

"Stuff your slag through your aft. I'm here for business." Synchro walked into the room, and glared at Striker. "One of my associates owe you credits. I'm here to pay them off."

"Oh really? Which of your associates may that be?"

"Come on in." Synchro nodded for Bluestreak to enter.

Striker stood up. "Him?"

"Yes."

"You're going to pay off his sixty three million credit debt?"

Synchro smiled, not even phased by the amount of credits. "Of course I am."

Smokescreen stared at Bluestreak. Bluestreak glanced over to him as well. Their optics met, but all Smokescreen could think of was Bluestreak beating the scrap out of the huge mech beside him. He quickly looked away.

Bluestreak frowned.

Synchro smiled. "I'll also pay off the blue winged one's debt."

"Smokescreen's?" Striker smirked. "You can't pay his off."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Smokescreen owes me more than just credits."

Synchro frowned. "Oh, and what does he owe you?"

"He owes me a case full of Dark energon, which he lost while doing a delivery for me."

Synchro stood up. "Dark Energon?"

Striker smirked. "Yes, it's a big profit earner."

"You are disgusting. Making mechs carry that around! What the pit is wrong with you? Dark energon is the worst of the worst! It's scum like you that give Praxus a bad name!"

"I give Praxus a bad name? What about you. Doing the Prime's dirty work."

"Is that what you think? You think I walk around doing a mechs dirty work for him?"

"Yes." Striker smiled. "I also think the scum you run around with should be shot in th-"

"Shut up." Bluestreak growled.

Smokescreen jumped. Striker looked over to Bluestreak. "Excuse me?"

"I said shut your fragging mouth. That's my family you're talking about. Every single one of them!" Bluestreak stood up. "You're this close to pissing me off! We came here to pay a fragging debt, and get somebody who doesn't belong here back. Now, take the fragging credits, and watch Smokecreen's, mine, and Synchro's afts as we leave this fragging room!"

Synchro smirked as Striker stared at Bluestreak. Smokescreen was slowly backing up. "Well, there you have it Striker. I'll deposit the credits into your account, and we'll be taking Smokescreen. Have a good day. Don't let the petro rats dig out your inners. That's my job." Synchro laughed as he grabbed Smokescreen's arm, and walked out of the room.

Bluestreak gave one last glare to Striker as he left the room. Charger smiled at him. "I missed you."

Bluestreak frowned. "I lost it."

"That was the best part!" Synchro laughed as he tugged Smokescreen along. "I can't wait to tell Prowl all about it."

"You will not!" Bluestreak whined.

Charger laughed. "He's right. You won't! I told Crypt to tell him!"

Synchro pouted. "That was my slagging job."

Smokescreen looked around as the group left the building. "Stop!" He ripped himself away from Synchro and grabbed his helm. "What the frag is going on?"

Bluestreak sighed. "Smokescreen."

"No, you shut up!"

Charger growled. Bluestreak sighed. "Charger, its fine." He slowly walked up to Smokescreen, and reached out for him, only for his servos to be slapped away.

"Don't touch me."

"Smokescreen, I only want to hug you"Bluestreak backed away. "If I had known you were in trouble I would have helped. You didn't tell me."

Smokescreen shook his helm. "You would have been disappointed! You would have looked down on me, and saw me as a mistake. Bots always try to hide their mistakes, and get rid of them. I'm not stupid. That's how it goes!"

"Smokey, that's not true. When I found out you were at Ratchet's clinic for getting beat up, I was worried, and I called you over. You lied to me that . I felt like a failure because you didn't feel that you could rely on me, and in some ways, maybe you can't."

Synchro shook his helm. "It's not your fault Bluestreak. It's this fragger's fault." Synchro turned to Smokescreen. "Look at what this mech did for you. He came running to me of all mechs. Just because you were tangled up in your own big mess. For all you know, this could have cost him his freedom!"

Smokescreen looked over to Bluestreak. "Sire, Yo-"

"I did go to the Helix group for help. After you and Code broke into the apartment it wasn't safe there anymore. My first priority was Prowl." Bluestreak stared at Smokescreen as the mech's face fell. "We got to the Helix group yesterday, and I talked to Sire about helping you, and paying off the debt I took up for a friend."

"Sire? Friend?"

"Smokescreen, this is your Grand-creator." Bluestreak smiled as he pushed Synchro forward.

Smokescreen's optics widened. "Yo- Gra- What?"

Bluestreak smiled. "He's family!"

Synchro snorted. "Smokey! I just heard about you yesterday, but I already feel like I knew you for a lifetime! What did your creators do to you? Did they dissect your spark or something? Do I nee-"

"Sire! No more hits!" Bluestreak glared.

Synchro pouted. "Too late."

Bluestreak groaned. "Sire!"

"What? A mech like me protects my family! Anybody who messes with them, messes with me! I don't take mechs messing with me lightly!"

Bluestreak sighed. "I know." He pat Synchro on the back. "Let's go get you in bed, Sire. I think you're losing your processor."

Charger chuckled as he grabbed Smokescreen's servo. "You'll love it in Helix group. The bots are really nice, and you'll fit in great!"

Bluestreak smiled as Charger talked with Smokescreen. Synchro looked over to Bluestreak. "He wasn't as I expected."

"He's upset right now." Bluestreak sighed. "I'd be upset too, if you had lied to me most of my life."

Synchro frowned. "I would never do something like that."

Bluestreak sent him a stink optic. "You didn't tell me you were the leader of the Helix group until I was half Smokescreen's age."

Synchro frowned. "That was protecting, not lying."

"I really thought I was the only youngling in existence."

"Now that is your own fault for not doing your research!"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "Whatever."He paused as he glanced around. He remembered this place. "Sire, you guys can go ahead. I'm going to go make a pit stop."

Synchro turned back to Bluestreak, and paused. "Here?"

"Yes." Bluestreak nodded. "It won't take all orn. I'll be back soon."

Synchro looked back to A worried Smokescreen and nodded. "Alright. Come talk to me when you get home." Bluestreak nodded before he ran off.

This was the direction Prowl said he would go to get home. Bluestreak glanced around at the buildings. They seemed nice, but the further down the road he went the more rugged the buildings became. The metal seemed to have began to rust on some, signals that the buildings were unstable.

Bluestreak paused when he came up on a dead end. "What's a nice mech like you doing down here?"

Bluestreak jumped at the voice, and quickly turned to the voice. A mech sat slouched over against one of the buildings his blue paintjob was faded, and only one optic seemed to be functional.

"I-I'm looking for anybody who might know something about a bot named Prowl."

"That's a common designation." The mech chuckled. "Can't say I'll remember anything."

"Are you trying to-?"

"Bribe you out of possessions? Yes." The mech answered "So, what have you got?"

Bluestreak frowned. He didn't really have anything but the red energon gem, and there was no way he was giving that away. Maybe he should switch tactics. Crypt told him it was the easiest way to get information. Bluestreak didn't really like to use it though.

"You ain't got nothing." The mech laughed. "What a-"

Bluestreak punched the wall next to the mech's helm. It went through the rusted wall, and the mech went silent. "I have enough force behind my punch to break your sorry faceplates. I want to know about a youngling named Prowl."

"He's black and white, blue optics! I don't know much about him! I just picked him up for Terra-byte!"

Bluestreak glanced away. "Terra-byte?"

"He's the boss around here! He owns the place! You have to talk to him!"

Bluestreak frowned. "Where is he? Where can I meet with him?"

"He has a shop! It's right over there." The mech pointed straight across the road to a huge rusted tower. "I haven't seen the mech in a while. He's probably shut himself up."

Bluestreak nodded. "Thanks." He walked away slowly.

"A bit of warning." The mech called out. "I don't see many bots leave after going in there." The mech began cackling.

Bluestreak gulped. "Thanks." He continued forward, and walked up to the building, the mech's cackling still going strong. He glanced back and opened the door. He stepped inside, and the door made a ding sound. Bluestreak jumped.

"What?"

Bluestreak jumped again. A black mech glanced up at Bluestreak. "I said what?"

"Oh, um I was- well, I am here to talk about a youngling."

The mech glared. "A youngling?"

"Yes. Um, his designation is Prowl."

The mech growled. "That thing? Ha! That thing, isn't a youngling! That thing is far from living!"

Bluestreak gulped. "I do-"

"What did you want to know about the thing?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I wanted to know who's creation he was. I wanted a good long look at the monstrous slag who hard wired a slagging battle computer in his helm."

The mech glared at Bluestreak. "I did. I am Terra-byte! If it wasn't for me that little slagger would be offline!"

Bluestreak felt his spark pick up. Terra-byte smirked. "Terra, I think he's scared." Terra-byte muttered. His optics brightened. "Oh, he is, Byte! Look! Look! He's shivering!"

Bluestreak jumped, and looked down. He was shaking. He was scared.

"Byte, let's kill him."

Bluestreak backed up. "N-no!"

Terra-Byte began laughing. "He's Terra-fied!" The bot began cackling.

Bluestreak began backing up again until he hit a wall. "No!"

"Terra, if I had a credit for everytime a bot's said that, I would probably be rich enough to be Prime!"

"No, Byte, not prime, RULER OF THE UNIVERSE!"

Bluestreak pushed himself up against the wall as the mech began walking forward. "Terra, what should we do? There's so many options. We haven't dissected a spark in a while."

Bluestreak let out a squeak. "I-"

"Shh." Terra-byte brought his servo over Bluestreak's mouth. "Don't say anything."

Smokescreen glanced around the place. "It's huge."

Synchro snorted. "Better than the fragger's place. He's disgusting. If you have the credits, you should show them off."

Charger frowned. "Most of this stuff was given to you in exchange for paying off debts."

Synchro shrugged. "Who cares? I'm like a loan shark. Pay it off, or give me something I find interesting, I don't care, as long as I feel that the debt is paid for."

Smokescreen frowned as Synchro wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Let's talk, Smokey. Charger, go save Prowl from Crypt."

Charger nodded before he walked away.

"About?"

"Everything. How'd you end up carrying Dark energon?"

Smokescreen looked away. "I'm broke. I don't have credits, at all. So, I made a courier business. I'd deliver anything. I didn't care, I didn't even ask what the package was. When the job came up for me to deliver the dark energon, I did. I was mugged though. Some bots beat the scrap out of me, and stole the dark energon."

Synchro frowned. "So you had no idea what it was?"

"None. If I knew it was Dark energon, I wouldn't have taken it. Are you seriously going to pay off all those credits?"

"Pshh." Synchro snorted. "Please, why the frag would I pay my enemy?"

Smokescreen frowned. "What are you going to do?"

"What am I-? Are you stupid?" Synchro rolled his optics. I'm going blow up part of his building and tell him to eat scrap. Bluestreak doesn't know that. Repeat it, and I'll kick your aft."

Smokescreen stared at him in shock. "You're kidding!"

Synchro stopped walking, and stared at Smokescreen. "Do I look like a kidding mech?"

"Yes?"

"Good, that's my cover." Synchro chuckled. "Now, my second inquiry."

"Yes?"

"This is serious! What did your creators do to you?" Synchro stared at Smokescreen.

"They didn't do anything. They offlined when I was youngling and I earned my way by gambling in the slums."

"As a youngling?" Synchro walked up to a door and knocked. "I'll have to challenge you to a game later."

"Later?"

The door opened, and Smokescreen's optics widened. Ratchet glared. "Why the slag did you bring him to me?"

"Cause he's my first Grand-creation, and he might have trackers on him, so take them out."

Ratchet sighed. "Fine." He nodded for the two to follow him. "Sit." He nodded to a berth.

Smokescreen sat down, and stared at Ratchet. "Why are you here?"

"Because Synchro is slagger, and knows how to effectively kidnap a mech."

Synchro stared at Ratchet in mock shock. "How rude! I did not abduct you!"

"No, you had your minions do it!" Ratchet glared. He walked over to a machine, and began typing. "Alright. Stand up Smokescreen. Hold your servos out, and your pedes shoulder length apart."

Smokescreen did as he was told. "What are you going to do?"

Ratchet rolled his optics. He started up his scanner, and watched as Smokescreen shivered at the sensation. "There's four."

"Four? I only know about one!"

"The one between your door wings." Ratchet nodded. "They only told you about it because there is no hiding that one's existence. There's one in your right arm, one in your right ankle, and one is sneakily hid under your left hip structure."

Synchro snorted. "Striker, what a fragging charmer. He's just so slagging devious!"

Ratchet glared at Synchro. "Really?"

Synchro shrugged. "He's upset face just makes me so hot."

Smokescreen's face lit up with disgust. "What?"

"Oh, how did you like it over at your other grand-creator's home?" Synchro let out a cackle. "Oh, Bluestreak doesn't know about that either." Ratchet started walking away. "Ratchet!" Synchro called out. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go purge, you disgusting creep!"

Synchro shrugged. "A bot gets what he can! Now, come back and remove the trackers from Smokescreen's frame!"

Ratchet growled. "Fine, but stop your disgusting conversation."

Synchro shrugged. "Alright. So, Smokescreen."

"No, just no." Smokescreen stared at the wall. "That's disgusting! Just the mental pictures!"

"Hey! Stop mentally picturing your grand-creators doing that!"

Ratchet growled. "Get your aft out!" He pointed at the door. "I will frag your aft over!"

Synchro smirked. "Frag away."

Ratchet grabbed a wrench and slung it as hard as he could. It pegged Synchro in the helm, and the black and red mech fell to the ground. "Slagger."

Smokescreen stared in shock. "You just-"

"Shut up. I'm starting the removal process. Back on the berth."

"Yes, Sir!"