WARNING!: There may be some things in this chapter that could be considered rated Mature. I will give a warning in the chapter, if you don't want to read it, and I'll give a little none detailed explaination of what happens at the bottom of the chapter in a separate A/N.

A/N: I was scared I wouldn't be able to update! I just got my new kitten yesterday. It's black and has the prettiest blue eyes!(They'll probably change later) His name is Ironhide! XD It feels weird yelling at him. He bit me, and I was like "Ironhide! You know we don't harm humans!" XD I put him in his litterbox and the first thing he did was start eating. The litter. We had a little chat (litterally we talked, well he meowed at me for taking him out of the litterbox.) after that, and I proud to announce he no longer eats his litter! XD

REVIEWS!

IBrokeThe4thWall: XD Yes they did! Haha! I don't think so. He might have. XD Right! I think the two have a more competitive love relationship. Who blow up who's building best! XD

Autobotschic: Did any of us really expect a different outcome? Ratchet was sure to win from the beginning! I think Terra-byte is slightly more crazy! XD

Bluebutterflywitch: XD Yup! Confusing huh? Bring an umbrella Ratchet may splash a bit! XD I know! He's insane! Why would go inside! He gonna learn today! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: Blue's Sire know all. XD He also is 's where Blue gets it from! XD

Zrexheartz: XD I know!

Synchro leaned back in his office chair, a cool pack on his dented helm. He stared at Chromia and Ironhide. "I lost Bluestreak."

Chromia raised an optic ridge. "You lost your fully grown youngling? Did you misplace him? Where was the last place you had him?" Chromia smirked. Her arms crossed over her chest and her hips cocked.

"Very funny." Synchro let out a sarcastic laugh. "How about I say this. He told me he would be back soon, and he still isn't here. Find the fragger, or I'll frag you."

Chromia snorted. "You could try."

"Is that an offer. I haven't fragged a femme in a while."

"HEY!" Ironhide boomed. "That's my bonded."

"Just some friendly banter, Hide. Now, find my youngling." Synchro made a shooing motion.

Chromia stood up. "I suppose we can. I mean, it's not like it's our job or something."

Synchro snorted. "It is your job."

Bluestreak onlined his optics. His helm began to throb. "Byte! It's up!"

"Terra, I know it's up!" The mech walked forward. "Hello."

Bluestreak tried to sit up, but was pulled back down to the berth. "No no!" Terra-byte smacked Bluestreak's servo. "You can't! You're MAGNATIZED!" The bot went crazy with giggles. "I love magnetization. It's so simple! You're made of metal. Magnets attract metal!"

Bluestreak frowned. "No!"

"It's okay, Mister. Don't mind us." Terra-byte pulled out cord from his wrist. "I'm just going to dig around in your helm!"

Bluestreak began struggling against the magnetic pull. "No! Stop it! Stop!"

Terra-byte began giggling. "One of the reasons I miss our thing is because it didn't struggle! It was so easy!"

Bluestreak froze. The mech had done this Prowl? His Prowl? "Prowl?"

"The thing used to go by that, yes."

Bluestreak felt the cord attach itself to the port on the back of his neck. He immediately lifted his firewall. No mech was getting inside his helm, even if it killed him! He felt the mech's presence begin to push against his firewalls in a violent manner. The pressure in his helm growing by the astroklik.

Chromia glanced around the streets. Praxians were slowly walking down the streets. She occasionally stopped them and showed them an image of the Praxian she was looking for. Most of the time, the answer was the same. A shake of the head, and nod for them to be excused from the conversation.

Chromia sighed as Ironhide walked over to her. "Any luck."

Chromia shook her helm. "No. The only time bots saw him was when he was with Synchro. They said it was here."

Ironhide nodded. "Same."

Chromia glanced over to Ironhide. "You don't think he-"

"He's not that oblivious." Ironhide shook his helm. He glanced over to Chromia, a concerned look on his faceplates. "Is he?"

Terra-byte stared at the mech that laid on the table. The gray frame. The red accents. The wings. Oh the wings! They were beautiful. He just wanted to- NO! "Bad Byte!" He began slamming his helm against the wall. "No!"

He paused and looked back over to the mech. "Terra, He's so gorgeous. I want his frame! I want it! I want to rip it apart! I want his door wings! His pretty pretty pretty pretty, door wings. Please, Terra."

"NO! We want to dissect the spark first! Then you can have the frame! Do whatever you want with the frame!" The mech walked over to a mirror.

Terra-byte growled at his reflection. "It's Only fun if he can fight back, Terra!"

"Well he certainly can't fight back now!" He motioned to the offline gray mech laying on the old rusted birth.

"Then wake him up, Terra!"

"No, Byte! I am doing the fragging Spark dissections!"

"NOO!"

Terra-byte jumped at his own scream. He gave a glare "You'll wa-!" Terra-byte quickly turned to the slowly waking mech.

Bluestreak groaned as he slowly onlined his optics. His optics widened as he was greeted to darkness, and an unfamiliar setting. A quick flash of memories brought him to full awareness. The bot didn't get into his helm. Good.

Terra-byte slowly turned away from the mirror, and walked over to Bluestreak, a scowl on his faceplates. The scowl quickly changed to delight. "See Terra! He woke up! Can I have him now? You know how much I love door wingers"

Bluestreak's optics widened, and he quickly began struggling against the restraining berth. "No! Don't you touch me!"

Terra-Byte sighed, the expression on his faceplates changing to aggravation. "Do not break him, Byte. I want a perfectly intact spark. Do you understand?"

Terra-byte's expression turned to joy. "Oh! Of course! He'll be fine! Maybe not mentally, but he'll be great in the spark region! HA!" Terra-byte slowly stepped forward. He pressed a small button on the bottom of the berth, and a small tray slid out.

Bluestreak began struggling harder. He tried prying his servos off the berth, but they just wouldn't come up, no matter how much force he put behind it.

Terra-byte lifted up a syringe. "Thing didn't syringes before we fixed him."

"Get away!"

"Wanna know why?" Terra-byte released a roar of laughter. "Thing started associating them with pain!"

"Stop!" Bluestreak began wildly pulling different frame parts, hoping that somewhere on the old rusted berth there was a weak place for the magnets. He didn't want to hear any more about Prowl!

Terra-byte stabbed the syringe into Bluestreak's arm. The clear fluid inside quickly drained into the energon line. "It won't take long now. Only a moment."

Bluestreak felt the fear rise up. His voice refused to come out for a moment. "Please, stop."

Terra-byte frowned. "But it's fun. You wouldn't refuse a mech his fun."

"Fu-fun?"

"Watching you squirm in pain, or perhaps pleasure, will be as much fun as watching Thing squirm in agony! Well, it was fun until we fixed him. Terra really did that part."

Bluestreak felt pain in his door wings. Laying on them like he was, would cause pain, but not the amount he was feeling now. The pain continued to increase until Bluestreak had to squirm to try and relieve the pain.

"It's started!" Terra-byte jumped a bit in excitement, and pressed another button on the berth.

(From here)

At once the magnetization holding Bluestreak down was gone. Bluestreak immediately jumped up. Dizziness enclosed his senses as he reached for something to grab hold of. He stood for a moment, regaining his balance, and then he started to hobble away from the psychotic mech behind him.

Terra-byte laughed as he quickly caught up with Bluestreak, and shoved him into a wall.

Bluestreak screamed as his sensitive appendages hit the wall; the pain far greater than it was supposed to have been.

"The chemical I put in your system is a special creation. All your sensors are about 30 times more sensitive than they normally would have been! I can make you," Terra-byte punched Bluestreak, earning a scream of pure agony in response, "scream in pain, or," He leaned in, and slowly brought his servo up Bluestreak leg, earning a moan, "make you beg for more. Which it is, is up to you."

Bluestreak's frame began to heat as Terra-byte continued stroking his upper leg. "S-Stop!" He shoved the mech away, and immediately regretted it as the mech's servo slammed against his face. The pain was almost deafening as he fell to the ground.

Terra-byte smirked as he kicked Bluestreak onto his back. He laughed as he sat on Bluestreak's chassis. He sent a smile to the obviously in pain mech. "How about another try?"

Bluestreak tried to pull away as Terra-byte gripped his faceplates, and brought them up to him. He gave Bluestreak a wink as he pressed his lip-compentents right onto Bluestreak's.

Bluestreak tried to pull back, but Terra-byte gripped his bottom lip with his denta. As soon as Bluestreak stopped struggling the mech pulled back. Bluestreak stared ahead in a daze as his systems began to rev up.

Terra-byte giggled. "I don't even know your designation. How... naughty." Terra-byte smirked. "Good thing I don't care." He slowly began running his servos over Bluestreak's frame, released a giggled every time Bluestreak moaned or shuttered. Then he suddenly stopped.

Terra-Byte jerked Bluestreak off the ground by his arm, and slammed him against the wall, earning a shriek. "Why aren't you fighting back?" He screeched.

Bluestreak turned his face away from the mech. Was there a point of fighting back? Nobody knew where he was. Nobody probably cared. Prowl was safe. His sire would take care of him. Smokescreen was safe as well.

Bluestreak gasped as Terra-byte began sucking on his sensitive neck wires. His frame gave a quick pulse, and he froze. "N-no! Stop!" Bluestreak released a scream as he tried to shove the black mech away from him. "NO!"

Terra-byte chuckled at the sudden fight the gray mech was willing to put forth. He brought his servos up, and began running them over Bluestreak's door wings. "How about we get to the fun part?"

(To here)

"Get off, FRAGGER!"

Terra-byte's optics narrowed. He gripped Bluestreak's shoulders and slung the small bot to the ground. He sent a kick to Bluestreak, and smirk as it landed. "YOUR CHOICE!"

Striker glared at the mech who sat against a rusted building. "What the frag are you doing here? I told you to get lost or pay rent."

"I am lost." The mech cackled.

Striker snorted. "Obviously. Terra-byte has earned a couple of complaints again. Who does he have in there this time?"

"Nice young mech." The mech chuckled. "I warned him. I did, but nobody listens to crazy mechs."

Striker stared down at the mech. "I wonder why." He turned to the building, and frowned as screams began echoing out. "Byte is having fun."

"Silent a while ago, but mech called him a fragger."

Striker nodded. "I hate to be the ruiner of fun, but it seems I have to be. Thank you for the information. You may stay for an extra orn. Maybe you can find your way by then."

"I can certainly try." The mech chuckled.

"Oh, and Cyprus, Try not to hide your frames in my territory. I don't like murder investigations going on around me like that."

Cyprus began cackling. "I'll try."

Striker glared as he walked into the small building. The screams getting louder as he walked further in. He stopped in front of a door, and sighed before typing in a number. The doors slid open, and allowed him to hear laughing along with the deafening screams. "Byte."

The laughing mech stopped, one leg up in the air, ready to release his kick. "Oh, hello! Welcome to our home!"

"You got more complaints. I warned you next time wouldn't be so happy."

The mech gave Striker a dirty look as he released his kick onto the unsuspecting frame. "I can't get complaints. I have too much fun."

"Let me talk to Terra. I'm not in the mood for a freak like you, Fragger."

Terra-byte's optics narrowed. "WHAT? What did you just call me, Slagger!"

"I said let me talk to Terra, Fragger. Do you have a hearing problem?"

Terra-byte growled. "Say i-" He was quickly cut off as his frame froze. It took a second, but the mech slowly composed himself. He glanced back at the broken frame below him, and frowned. "Perfect condition my aft! What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Striker walked over to a table, and began tinkering with the items on top. "I simply want you to stop giving me a bad name."

"Can't. You already have a bad name."

Striker growled. "Because of mechs like you. I didn't come here to fight. I came here to tell you to pack your slag up, and get the frag out."

Terra-byte's helm turned to the side. "Really? That's what you have to say? I'm not leaving. You can't make me, and I'll sooner frag you than leave." Terra pressed a button, and the lights flashed on.

Striker stared down at the frame laying on the ground. "Tell me. Do you know who that is?"

"Why should I?"

"Designation Bluestreak. A.K.A Silverstreak."

Terra froze, and slowly turned towards Striker. "N-no."

Striker pulled out a blaster, and shot it.

Terra-byte looked down at the gaping hole in his chassis then up at Striker before he fell to the ground.

Striker blew at the end of his blaster. "Next time make sure you aren't torturing a mech's youngling. I carried his spark, and I'll be fragged if all that torture goes to waste." Striker walked up to Bluestreak, and pulled the mech onto his back.

Striker glanced back at the graying frame of Terra-byte. "That's also for my grand-creation." He slowly turned away, and left the building. He snorted when Cyprus began cackling. "There is an opening in that building if you want it, the frame inside is yours to do with as you please."

Ironhide glared as he spotted a mech walking around the corner he motioned for Chromia to take up his rear. He sighed when Chromia groped his aft. Femmes.

He slowly walked forward, and jumped out from around the corner, blaster aimed at a mech, and the mech aiming a blaster at him.

"Striker."

"I do not believe we've met."

"Ironhide. That kid's body guard." Ironhide motioned to Bluestreak.

"You're not doing a very good job. Look at him. He's all beat up. If you wish I'll allow you to follow me to Synchro. I'll even allow the beautiful femme to follow as well. As long as she drops her weapons.

Ironhide brought down his blaster, and nodded for Chromia to do the same.

Charger walked into Synchro's office. "Lord Bluestreak has been located, and your Pre-bonded wishes to speak with you."

Synchro jumped up. "I'll see Bluestreak, and I want that fragger kicked to the curb!"

Charger frowned. "Your pre-bonded has Bluestreak, and is currently with Ratchet."

"Ratchet? Why?"

"Bluestreak got in trouble." Charger looked away. "I saw him, and he looked horrible."

Synchro pushed Charger out of the way as he sprinted down the hall. He slide around a corner, and dodged bots as he ran into the medical bay. A gray and green mech sat on a chair, datapad in his servos, and legs crossed as he sat in front of a berth.

Ratchet stood by the berth and typed on a computer. Multiple wires were hooked up to the gray and red mech that sat on the berth.

Synchro stood silently as Striker glanced up. Ratchet stood up and sighed. "He'll be fine. I did as you requested and removed the Terra-byte related memories."

"Terra-byte?" Synchro asked.

Striker nodded to Ratchet. "Leave."

Ratchet growled as he turned to Synchro. "Frag him up."

Synchro laughed as Ratchet stomped away. He turned his attention back to the berth and sat down beside Striker. "Terra-byte?"

"I did some research like you asked. Prowl's creator was Terra-byte. I'm still slightly surprised Bluestreak was there, but it has all been taken care of. I'm not sure what's happened to him, but the memories could have been detrimental. I couldn't allow them to stay. Not with a clean conscience anyways."

"I doubt you've ever had a clear conscience."

Striker glared. "Shut up. Don't bother putting a hit out on Terra-byte. I killed him. Cyprus is taking care of the frame."

Synchro nodded. "I see." He turned to look at Bluestreak. "Would you like to apologize to Smokescreen?"

Striker glared. "No."

Synchro frowned. "Would you like to apologize to Bluestreak for being mean to Smokescreen."

"No."

"Would you like to say yes to at least one of my questions?"

"Frag no." Striker smirked.

"Alright. That last one was uncalled for."

Striker stood up. "I'll be leaving. Bluestreak should be fine."

"Wait!" Synchro stood up. "I need to talk to you. It can wait till next time, but I feel like the next time we see each other it won't be on very good terms."

Striker turned to Synchro and nodded. "Talk."

"You're so gorgeous when you're serious."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, right! Thanks for helping with Bluestreak." Synchro stepped back a big, and gave a slight bow.

Striker frowned. "I am confused. He is my creation, and he was about to be offlined. Of course I would help him."

Synchro snorted, and stood up straight. "I meant while he was living on his own. I don't know how you knew his friend would take out a debt or that Bluestreak would take the debt up, but I feel thankful that you were helping him."

"I was not helping him. I was training him. Maybe a better word would be testing him. If he could run from Code for as long as he had then he couldn't be a complete failure like you." Striker sat back down. "I conned his friend into taking the credits. He was a work colleague. I can give you a designation if you wish."

"I want to find him by myself. Thank you." Synchro leaned against a wall. "I don't think we did half bad on this one."

"Node is another story." Striker smirked. "I must admit. His bar is nice."

Synchro laughed. "Node really hates you."

"That's a personal issue. If you're done talking, I'll take my leave."

"No!" Synchro sighed. "I want you to properly meet Smokescreen and Prowl."

"Smokescreen would not like to see me. I would not like to see Smokescreen. He is very weak. Not much of an asset for my family."

"And Prowl?"

"You must think he's adorable. I have met him before. He was nothing but a pet to Terra-byte. He is a freak in my optics. You can keep your half of the messed up family. You seem to have enough love to go around."

"Strike, you can't choose family. You get what you get, and you should cher-"

"Do not pull out your disgusting scrap with me. I couldn't care less about family, so you can just shove it." Striker sighed. "This is why we are not fully bonded. I couldn't live with your voice echoing in my spark like a nagging priest."

"I got rid of the priests who used to come here." Synchro snorted.

"Their redemption scrap can burn in the pit along with me."

Synchro laughed. "Yep. I'm done talking, if you are. I'll tell Blue that you were kind enough to save him."

Striker glared. "I do not want him around me. You've ruined my life twice. Be lucky I still love you."

Synchro smiled as Striker stomped out of the room. "Love you too."

The door slid open, and stomping pedes came rushing through. "Is he alright?!" Smokescreen huffed and puffed as Prowl hung from under his arm.

Synchro smirked as he pulled Prowl free, and sat him on the ground. "He'll be fine."

"What happened to him?"

"He was in an accident. He was promptly saved by a gray hero though!" Synchro laughed. "He had a helm injury, so he may not remember what happened. It'll be best if you don't try to push him."

Smokescreen nodded. Prowl stood up and climbed his way up the berth. He stared at the machines that were hooked up to Bluestreak and then down to the ground.

Bluestreak groaned as Prowl crawled onto his chassis.

"Bluestreak." Prowl shook his chassis. "Blue."

Bluestreak groaned again as his optics onlined. "P-prowl?" He glanced around. "What's going on?"

"You're fine, Bluestreak. You had a little accident, that's all." Synchro stepped forward.

"Oh. The memory files aren't there."

"Ratchet said they wouldn't be. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Taking Smokey."

Synchro nodded. "I have to get back to work. You'll be free to leave by tomorrow.

A/N: Pretty much what happened was Terra-byte is a psychopath. He injected Blue with this stuff that makes sensors 30 times more sensitive, and then he tried hitting on Blue, but when Blue was like "NAW DOGG!" He was all like "RAAAWWWRRR!" And started beating the scrap out of Blue...

I think I did good on that nice explaination. XD