A/N: Here's the next chapter. Remember this is after a time skip! Don't forget it~ The first part of the chapter is kind of iffy. It's not all that great. I apologize.

REVIEWS

IBrokeThe4thWall: XD Kaymin was the first person I'd expect to be in debt. He's so rash, and doesn't think anything through all the way! XD He's a pretty funny mech. Smokey shouldn't have to! XD Yup! Blow Slag up, and all is good!

Olympian-King: Thank you!

Ironhide's Daughter: Well, I am. At this point in my life, there's no denying it anymore. I'm just strange. My mother refers to me as a Mini gaga.

Xrexheartz: I know! I just want to keep calling him adorable, but I know better. He'd squash me.

Autobotschic: *Prowl quickly gets the superglue company on the phone.* "What do you mean, 'No way to get it off'?" XD Everybody loves Prowl~ There's no more reason to live. The high grade's gone!

Bluebutterflywitch: We should mess with Jazz. You know. Steal his T-cog, and make sure he can change back into his bi-pedal mode again. That would be good. XD Thanks! He's not mean! He's just... okay, he's a little should also hit ratchet! With a bus! XD My name is probably on his list! XD Everybody's on that slagging thing!

Shizuka Taiyou: Too far! Way too far in the future! X

Bluestreak onlined his optics from the dream that had been haunting him. It was a memory really. He killed a bot. He had no choice.

Bluestreak stared at the black and red mech in front of him. Synchro was looking down at his desk. "Blue, I told you that I wouldn't be able to keep you from the life I live. I did warn you."

Bluestreak nodded. "I know."

"I'm sorry."

"I know." Bluestreak glanced down. "I am happy to help my family. If this is the sacrifice I have to make. I'll make it for you."

Synchro nodded. "There's no way anything can go wrong. Nothing could possible go wrong. I promise." Synchro passed a data pad over the table. "This is the mech. He's not in any way innocent. He's the one who killed Shylight."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright."

*pzzt*

Bluestreak's rifle aimed, his digit ready, and waiting for the mech to get in firing range. He didn't know this mech. He didn't know anything about him. All he knew was that he killed Shylight. A good friend of the bot who helped raise him.

The shot lined up, and Bluestreak pulled the trigger. The sound of the shot caused the mech to look over, and catch Bluestreak's optics. Terror.

Terror.

Bluestreak shook his helm. That was so long ago though. He wasn't completely back to normal yet after that experience.

Prowl was all grown up now. There was nothing left to distract himself with either. Most of the time Bluestreak took refuge in his brother, Node's, bar. It was nice in there. It ebbed away the pain, just a little.

To make matters worse, he was lonely. Prowl always had stuff to do. Smokescreen was studying a lot. Synchro was working still. It left Bluestreak alone, all day. Stuck in his own depressing thoughts and memories. Of course he told nobody he was lonely, well, not that he remembered. He wasn't really one to push his problems on others. Not unless there was another way. Most of the time there was another way.

Bluestreak stared at himself in the mirror. Today would be another day of pretending. Nobody would notice. Not really anyways. He would keep his optics bright, and his door wings held high. He be happy, and have fun.

Keeping the charade up would be a distraction all on it's own.

Bluestreak frowned as his optics narrowed. He silently cocked the rifle in his servos. Ironhide smirked as a shot rang through the room. The unsuspecting drone fell to the ground. Ironhide glanced up to where Bluestreak was perched, only to find him gone.

A huge smile crossed Ironhide's face. "Good job, Blue! No sign you were even there."

Bluestreak tip toed up behind Ironhide, reeled his arm back, and gave the mech a hefty slap on the back. His laugh rang through the room as Ironhide jumped at least ten feet off the ground. "Thanks, Hide!"

Ironhide glared at the younger mech. "Aren't you late for something?"

Bluestreak smiled in return. "Nope. Prowl told me it was postponed." Bluestreak clicked the safety into place on his gun. "No use going super early." He walked over to the lockers, and placed the rifle in the holder.

Ironhide shook his helm. "You should be proud. It isn't every orn a new Circuit-su master is named."

Bluestreak smiled fondly. "I am proud. More than you could ever know!"

Ironhide smirked. "He grew up well. He has a stick up his aft, but it's a good stick."

Bluestreak stared at Ironhide. He honestly didn't know how to take that comment. "Never heard that one before."

"Really?" Ironhide chuckled. "Which ones have you heard?"

Bluestreak laughed. "Only the ones Sire uses on a regular basis."

"Cute."

Bluestreak smiled. "See ya, Hide."

Ironhide nodded as the small bot left his domain. "That's a one of a kind bot."

Prowl sighed at the new golden crest in the middle of his chevron. It was the sign of his new master status. Synchro had been congratulating him all orn. Bluestreak had a party planned, and Prowl hadn't seen Jazz all orn.

There was 98 percent chance the black and white mech was up to something. Only a 2 percent chance the mech was mad at Prowl. There was always a chance of Jazz getting mad at Prowl. He was just that unpredictable, or it could have just been that Prowl had difficulty understanding the mech that led to such change in temperaments.

Prowl shook his helm as Kiroh walked up to him. "Good evening, Prowl."

"Good evening, Master."

Kiroh smirked. "The ceremony went well. Any reason you told Blue it was postponed?"

"There was 99 percent chance he would cry."

Kiroh frowned. "Well, yes. That is generally what creators do when something like this happens."

Prowl frowned his door wings slightly lowering. "Bluestreak makes a strange sound when he cries."

Kiroh chuckled. "I've never heard him cry, I wouldn't know."

"He doesn't cry that much." Prowl sighed. He was strong. It would be illogical for a strong mech to cry. Right? "Have you seen him?"

"Bluestreak? He was standing at the back of the ceremony room. I just talked to him. He didn't seem upset that you lied to him, but he knew you did."

Prowl nodded. "There was an 89 percent chance he would know."

Kiroh smirked as he shook his helm. "You really like those percentages, don't you?"

Prowl shrugged. "They just come out. I can't exactly stop them."

Kiroh laughed. "I know. Go talk to your sire."

Prowl nodded. "I will."

"Too late. I came to talk to him first!" Bluestreak smiled as he walked down the hall.

Kiroh shook his helm. "It was nice knowing you, Prowl."

Bluestreak laughed. "You're funny, Kiroh."

Kiroh smiled. "Well, I'll come again when I feel like it. Bye Prowl, Bluestreak."

The two nodded to the mech, and watched him walked off. Bluestreak looked over to Prowl. "Postponed my aft."

"I am sorry, Bluestreak."

Bluestreak made a pout. "You don't even call me Sire!"

Prowl sighed as Bluestreak continued acting offended. "Bluestreak."

Bluestreak smiled and wrapped an arm around Prowl's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I wouldn't have missed it even if I didn't know you were lying."

Prowl sighed. "I am sorry."

"I know." Bluestreak laughed. "You have a party tomorrow for this lovely occasion, and I must say, that golden crest on your chevron makes me wish I was your bonded and not your Sire."

Prowl sighed. "That is ridiculous."

Bluestreak grabbed Prowls servo, and started pulling him down the hall. "Jazz wanted to see you. He said something about taking you on a night on the town with a friend of his or something like that."

Prowl frowned. Jazz wasn't known for his great friends. He had become a cultural researcher. He traveled around, and studied the different cultures around Cybertron. Sadly, the mech didn't have the greatest skill at finding the nicest bots to hang around with.

"I don't think it would be a good idea for me to go."

Bluestreak smiled. "It will be fine. He said he was meeting a friend in Iacon, and he wanted you to meet him."

Prowl sighed. "He probably just wants me to run calculations for him."

Bluestreak frowned. "If he's using you for stuff like that, boot him!"

"Bluestreak!"

"I'm sorry." Bluestreak frowned. "I've been hanging around Sire too much."

Prowl smiled. "There is no hanging around Synchro too much."

Bluestreak laughed. "Yes, there is."

Prowl and Bluestreak stopped in front of Jazz's room. Bluestreak knocked, and Jazz immediately opened the door. "Good, ya're here! We gotta get goin if we're gonna meet Orion!"

Prowl frowned. "Why are you taking me, Jazz?"

Jazz frowned. "Well, ah would feel bad if ya had ta miss meh right after ya finished your trainin'. Don't ya want ta go?"

"No." Prowl answered bluntly.

"Ya don't have to." Jazz frowned.

"Prowl, you should go." Bluestreak advised.

Prowl shook his helm. "All Jazz is going to do is party."

"Ah am known for that!" Jazz smiled. "We'll do somethin' fun when Ah get back. Got it, Prowler?"

"It's Prowl, and yes, I understand."

Bluestreak sighed. "I'm sorry, Jazz."

Jazz just waved it off. "Don't worry. I was also planning on visiting mah creators while ah was at it."

Bluestreak smiled. "Tell them I said hello, and that if they don't hurry their afts up with all that extra schooling, I'll have to hurry them myself."

Jazz laughed. "Ya got it, mech."

Prowl knocked on Synchro's office door. The opened, and Synchro sat at his desk working on something on his computer. "Prowl."

"Synchro."

"Congratulations!" He leaned back in his chair and smiled to Prowl. "My little grand-creation is all grown up!"

"You called me here for something."

Synchro sighed, and shook his helm. "You're all work and no play, Prowl. That's not good. Reminds me too much of a certain mech. Don't get me wrong. He's a sexy mech, but that's seriously not a good trait to have. he couldn't even make time for Blue. Then again, I suppose I had the same trait as well. That's why Blue was mostly raised by Charger and Crypt. Be careful about that little trait, it could bite you in the aft."

Prowl nodded. "Of course."

"Okay then." Synchro nodded for Prowl to sit down. "We got a request from the council."

Prowl's helm fell to the side. "The council?"

"You have trouble hearing or something? Yes, the council."

"What do they want?" Prowl asked.

Synchro shook his helm. "They wanted to threaten up and push us around. They're using Praxus's governmental funds hostage for us to do what they want."

Prowl nodded. "I see. What exactly do they want?"

"They want Sentinel's demise."

"They want us to-"

"Assassinate Sentinel." Synchro interrupted. "Praxus loosing funding could turn out horribly. No education, no city budgets, it'll turn into a second Kaon."

"You accepted." Prowl stated. "You also want me to plan it."

Synchro nodded. "Yes, you're the best tactician I have. You're the best of the best. If you can't plan this out with a positive outcome for us, then nobot can."

"I understand." Prowl nodded. "You'll need an extremely skilled sniper for one. You'll need plans for when Sentinel is going to have little security, and I'll need all the information I can get on all of Sentinels body guards."

"I already have a sniper lined up, and the council has agreed to give you any information you'll need for this. You'll have to contact Neo."

"Neo? The apprentice member?"

Synchro nodded. "Yes."

"I see." Prowl nodded and stood up. "I'll start planning immediately."

Synchro smiled. "Thank you, Prowl."

Prowl gave one last nod and left the room. Synchro frowned. Now all he had to do was get that sniper on board. This wasn't going to be easy.