A/N: There was an issue with the fanfiction alert system, and I didn't get an e-mail for some of the reviews on this chapter, so If I don't reply to you, tell me! I have to go through the review page on this story. I'm sorry in advance. I feel like I'm going to forget somebody! I don't like that feeling.

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! XD Good, I would have been worried if you really did expect a different outcome. He's only SLIGHTLY more crazy. Just SLIGHTLY! XD

IBrokeThe4thWall: Whoo! Mommabot kicks aft! XD That part of town is just full of psychopaths!

Bluebutterflywitch: Every family has their secrets! For instance, I didn't find out that my grandpa wasn't really my grandpa until a couple of years ago. Of course. Not knowing your worst enemy is your carrier is a bit of an extreme secret to have. XD I kind of felt bad for killing Terra-byte, but then I was like. No! He's a freak! And then I was like. But I'm a freak. So I was split on that. XD I'll make sure to be on Ratchet's good side! He seems a little wrench happy these days.

zrexheartz: I took a bit of pride in that explanation! XD It wasn't perfect, but it got the job done!

Bluestreak smiled as he and Smokescreen watched Prowl practice Circuit-su with his, not so new master, Kiroh. Bluestreak felt a little betrayed by the mech, but he was overall happy with the way things had turned out. Apparently, Kiroh and Bluestreak's sire were on very good terms. Kiroh being an old friend, and all.

Kiroh came to the estate three times a week to give Prowl one on one lessons. Bluestreak would watch as he trained. Today's only difference was Smokescreen decided to watch as well.

Smokescreen and Bluestreak's relationship had gotten better. There were still things they couldn't talk about without Smokescreen getting upset, and roaring out of the room, but it was better.

After Bluestreak was released from Med Bay he had forced Smokescreen to sit down with him and talk. Bluestreak learned what had happened, and they decided that Smokescreen would ditch the delivery business. They decided there would be no more lies, or the most part.

Smokescreen smiled as Prowl fell over. "He needs to learn to use his door wings as a counter balance."

"He's young. He'll learn. Until then, record the cute, and continue sending clips to Sire." Bluestreak giggled as Prowl stood back up, and wiggled his door wings.

Smokescreen shook his helm. "He's a strange one."

"I know." Bluestreak nodded.

The training room's doors slid open. "And this is the training room!"

Bluestreak turned to the door. "You have got to be kidding me."

Kaymin, Serenade, and Jazz were standing with Synchro in the door way. Jazz didn't stay long, spotting Prowl on the mats, he ran over to play with his friend. "Look, my family's here!" Synchro led the small group over to Bluestreak and Smokescreen.

Kaymin raised an optic ridge. "Really?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I told you not to do this."

Synchro smiled. "You can tell me what to do when you take over my position!"

"So never?"

"Blue, I thought you came back resigning to the fact you were going to."

"Absolutely not. No."

Synchro frowned. "Well."

Serenade sighed. "Bluestreak, I'm sorry for my bonded's idiocy in asking you to take up that debt. He should have carried it on his own shoulders instead of shoving it onto yours."

"It's fine." Bluestreak shook his helm. "No harm done."

Kaymin smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Blue."

"What? This is the mech?" Synchro sighed. "I better take that hit down. Bluestreak, show them around while I go get this sorted out." Bluestreak nodded before Synchro walked off.

Kaymin's optics widened. "Is he serious? He had a hit out for me?"

Bluestreak laughed. "He was just kidding!"

"He wasn't kidding." Smokescreen cut in.

Bluestreak sent a stink optic to he younger mech.

"JAZZ! GET OFF THE MECH!" Serenade screeched.

Bluestreak glanced over to Jazz. The small mech was perched on Kiroh's back, covering the older mech's optics with his servos. Kiroh stood calmly as Prowl watched. "Kiroh, are you okay?"

"I am fine! The mechling believes I am afraid of the dark." Kiroh called back. "But he is mistaken."

"Mah Sire says ever'body's scared of da dark!" Jazz yelled.

Bluestreak smiled. "It's fine. Kiroh is teaching Prowl Circuit-su. I'm sure he'll survive Jazz."

Kaymin frowned. "The last mech who believed he could survive Jazz is currently in the med wing?"

"Who?"

"I believe his name was Crypt."

Bluestreak frowned. "Crypt is the med bay?"

Kaymin nodded. "Better question. Why are you here?"

"I live here. Well, now I do."

Serenade frowned. "Why?"

"I don't work well under pressure…"

Smokescreen snorted. "Synchro's his sire."

The two's optics went wide. "He's your sire?" Kaymin asked surprised.

"Yes." Bluestreak stood up. "Smokey, watch Prowl and Jazz. I'm going to check on Crypt, and show these two around."

Smokescreen nodded. "Alright. Are you meeting up with Ironhide today?"

"Chromia." Bluestreak answered as he led Serenade and Kaymin away from the training room. "I didn't mean for you guys to get mixed up in this whole thing. Prowl mentioned Jazz, and Sire likes to spoil younglings."

"He's paying off our unit, and selling it. He's taking the credits from the old unit, and giving us a new home next door to you." Serenade sighed. "We've already been there, and quite frankly, its way nicer than anything we've lived in before."

Kaymin smiled. "I don't think the credits he's getting is even one millionth of the payment for the new unit."

Bluestreak smiled. "Welcome to the family. Are you two still teaching?"

"I'll be teaching the younglings in the estate." Serenade answered. "Kaymin is going to, well, I'm not really sure what he's going to be doing?"

Kaymin smiled. "I'll be helping Crypt and Charger collect debts."

Bluestreak nodded. "You'll be meeting Shylight then."

"Who?"

Bluestreak laughed. "Shylight is a minicon. He's with Charger most of the time."

"Are they…?"

"Oh, no. Crypt and Charger are bonded. Have you two met Scatter Frost, and Sliver yet?"

Kaymin glanced at the ceiling in thought. "No."

"We'll have to keep Jazz away from them. No good could come from that group." Bluestreak smiled at the two. "I'll introduce you guys though."

"I heard our names." One of the Dark Blue femmes slid next to Bluestreak. Her light blue accents shimmered in the light. "Are you talking about us?"

An identical femme slid in on Bluestreak's other side. "I think he is Frost!"

"We'll have to fix that."

"I think so."

Bluestreak laughed. "I was just going to introduce you to some friends."

The two femmes glanced over to Serenade and Kaymin. They glanced at each other and smiled. "I'm Scatter Frost!"

"I'm Sliver!"

Bluestreak sighed. "Unfortunately, it's impossible to tell if they're lying or not."

"Kaymin."

"Serenade."

The twins smiled as they walked down the hall. Kaymin waved as they left. "They seemed nice."

"We'll have to mess with them later." One of the twins smiled.

Kaymin frowned. "That doesn't sound good."

Synchro smiled at the gray and green mech that sat in front of him. "Nice to see you again."

"You're a fragger. When you said the next time we'd see each other wasn't going to be pleasant, I didn't think you meant this."

"Now, now, let's be nice here." Synchro laughed. "You know, Crypt was playing around with some data he hacked into and found a world like none I had ever seen. Huge beasts roamed around. I must admit, it was something."

"I'm here to talk about the damage you caused!"

"Damage? Striker, come now. Would I blow up half your dark energon storage? I mean really?"

Striker glared. "Yes! You would! That is exactly what YOU would do! I'm sick and tired of your slagging scrap!"

Synchro leaned back in his chair, and raised an optic ridge. "MY scrap? What about yours? Dark energon. That's disgusting, and I will not allow it in my city!"

"It's not your city, Synchro! Not until I offline!" Striker growled.

"We'll see about that, big guy."

"Bi-big? I am not big!" Striker glared, his small frame shuttering with anger.

"Big enough."

"I am small and sleek!"

"Big."

"You're just being childish now!"

"You're just being childish now." Synchro mimicked.

Striker slowly took a deep breath. "Keep your olfactory sensor where it belongs, in your own fragging business."

Synchro raised an optic ridge. "Where it belongs? All I'm trying to tell you by doing all this, is that Dark energon is a dangerous thing to trade. It could get you in a scrapload of fragging slag, if you're not careful. Which you, are not. You're extremely rash, and have no conscience."

Striker rolled his optics. "Yeah, well, I'll see you in the pit, fragger." Striker stood up, a smirk evident on his face.

Synchro rolled his optics. "You can take the slagger my mechs caught trying to hack into our accounts with you. Red found him almost immediately."

Striker turned and glared. "I will." He quickly left.

Synchro shook his helm. "He can try to get the best of me, but he fails every time. Sexy aft though. I'd like to tap that again."

"Lord Synchro, You are talking aloud again."

Synchro glanced to his computer monitor. Charger's smiling face stared at him. "What the frag are you doing?"

"I'm reporting that your high grade storage has been detonated, and that I'm taking the day off to take care of Crypt. The youngling really did a number on his door wings."

Synchro frowned. "My high grade? Slag! Slagging fragger! I'll frag the slag out of him!" He jumped up, and sprinted out of the room.

Charger frowned. "Yeah, Crypt is fine. Thanks for asking! I mean, I didn't want to talk to you about anything. No, not at all." Charger sighed. "I am kind of upset about the high grade as well. That was just like kicking a mech while he was down."

Bluestreak smiled at the holocube that floated above his helm, and brightened the darkened area around him. He frowned as the sound of engines zooming towards him brought him out of his thoughts. He set up his rifle, and aimed the gun. He offlined his optics, took a deep breath, and…

BANG

A/N: Yes, that last part is a signal that we are going forward in time. We're moving on up! The next chapter is after a huge time skip! Prowl is all grown up! I don't wanna hear your glitching either! He's adorable as an adult! Tell them Prowl!

The tiny prowl glanced up frown his data pad, in a poof of smoke the small being was replaced by a huge black and white mech. "I do not like being called adorable. Please refrain from using that phrase while I am in audial range."

SEE! ADORABLE!