A/N: Ironhide spilled Mountain Dew on my key board. I'm too lazy to clean it out... AGAIN. So I'm buying a new one today.

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: XD Thank you! I know! I used it on my blond friend. She thinks she is so cool now. XD *Striker tried to shove you away* "Get this thing off me!" XD Everybody? :( I know. I was upset just thinking about it. Synchro was... Is still going to be my first car's name.

IvoryCrawler: I don't know. Sometimes great things come out of depression. Something has to pull you out.

Shizuka Taiyou: Yup! You got that right! XD Maybe not the way you think though.

Bluebutterflywitch: (Ch.21) Yup. Everything must fall before you can rebuild ya know. Yeah, he will, but he'll get out of it. He's strong. Jazz! I will call your carrier and she will beat your aft!

(Ch.22): I put that wall there. XD Well, the two have been together for so long, I think Jazz's point got across! XD Oh dear. Um, I'll go steal Megatron's and you can give him that one. It'll be fine. Yeah. Fine...

Zrexheartz: I know! I hate doing that! He was my favorite!

Answerthecall: Thank you! I've always been kind of iffy about this part of the story, but I decided It's pretty important in the story.

Ironhide frowned at Chromia. "You did what?"

"I signed us up to adopt a youngling." Chromia stated at she cleaned her plasma pistol.

"Why?"

Chromia laughed. "We always wanted a youngling, and Bluestreak was so happy with his first adoption, he did it a second time."

"No, I mean, why can't we just make our own?" Ironhide sat down across from the blue femme. "I love you, and want to make our own youngling!"

Chormia stared up at Ironhide. "There are so many younglings these days that do not have creators. Why bring a youngling into this world when there's already so many who need our love?"

Ironhide frowned. "Frag you, femme. Why do you always have to be right?"

"Because I'm the one who will have to carry your sparkling when we have one. Primus forbid you have to carry it."

Ironhide snorted. "I wouldn't be caught dead as a carrier."

"Why not?" Chromia smirked as she started piecing the gun back together. "Doesn't fit your image?"

Ironhide frowned. "No it doesn't."

Chromia laughed. "The youngling will be here in a deca orn. Synchro set this up for us, so don't ruin it!" She aimed the newly assembled gun at Ironhide's helm. "I'd hate to have to shoot you."

Ironhide nodded. "Yeah, whatever."

Jazz stared at the communicator in shock. "Well, look who it is. The great Optimus Prime."

"Jazz, it's not a joke. I don't even know how it happened." Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime, stared back at Jazz.

Jazz smirked. "Good thing ya didn't listen ta meh when ah told ya not ta go."

"Jazz!"

Jazz laughed. "Ya sound like my creators 'Jazz, don't climb on the bookshelves! Jazz get off the chandelier! Jazz, if ya try ta jump off that building one more time, ah'll kill ya myself!'."

Optimus frowned. "I would have hated to be your creators."

"Hey!" Jazz laughed. His door slid open, and Prowl stomped through.

Optimus frowned at the black and white Praxian that seemed thoroughly upset. "I specifically told you not to bother my sire!"

"Uh." Jazz stared between Optimus and Prowl. "Can we talk bout this later?"

"No, we can't! Do you know where he is right now?"

Jazz turned to Optimus. "Ah thi-"

"No! Let him hear this!" Prowl glared at Jazz. "He's back at Node's bar!"

Jazz frowned. "What's he doin there?"

"What does one usually do at bar?" Optimus asked.

Prowl turned to Optimus. "Stay out of it."

Jazz's optics flashed with amusement. Prowl just told off the Prime! "Prowl we should really-"

"Jazz, let's make something clear. If you ever do that again, I will hunt you down, and make sure it never happens again. Do you understand?"

"Prowl, I-"

"Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes." Jazz answered. He watched Prowl stomp out of the room, and turned to Optimus. "That's mah best friend."

"He seemed… nice."

Jazz smiled. "Oh, he is."

Synchro sighed as sat at the bar next to Bluestreak. "You should stop."

"Don't want to." Bluestreak took another swig of his high grade.

Synchro looked up to Node for help. Node sighed. "Blue, why don't you stop? Drowning yourself in high grade? It won't help anything. It may make you feel better for a little bit, but in the long run, it makes things worse."

"I don't care." Bluestreak chugged the rest of the cube, and held it out for more.

Node frowned. "No. I'm not giving you anymore. You've already had four cubes."

Bluestreak frowned, and glanced down at the empty cube. "I just want high grade!" Tears started falling down his face. "I just want high grade! Why? Why can't I have any?"

Synchro shook his helm. "You're over energized."

"Don't matter! I just want some more!"

Node frowned. "Bluestreak, don't cry."

"I'm not!" Bluestreak's face contradicted his words. The tears were slowly sliding down his face.

"You are." Synchro nodded.

"No!"

Synchro's helm fell to the side. "Yes."

Bluestreak's helm hit the bar. "No."

"Mech, do not argue with me. I'm old, not stupid."

"Not old." Bluestreak shook his helm against the bar. "You'll never get old. You'll never leave me."

Synchro frowned. "Blue, everybody leaves some day."

"Not you. You'll always be here."

Synchro bit his bottom lip component. "Oh Blue. No, one day I'll leave. One day you won't have me anymore. I'll be gone."

Bluestreak shot up. "DON'T SAY THAT!" His bright optics glared at Synchro. "You can't leave me! You can't leave me like carrier!"

Synchro stood up. "You don't have a carrier!"

Bluestreak went to storm off, but he couldn't walk straight, and ended up running into a couple of tables. "Bluestreak." Node ran out from behind the bar, and helped steady Bluestreak. "Calm down. You need to sober up, and then you can storm off all you want."

Synchro sat down. He glared down at the floor. He shouldn't have said that.

The door to the bar opened, and Node glanced up. "We're closed."

"Too bad." The gray and green mech stomped in. "Synchro."

"Striker."Synchro stood up, and walked over to Node, and Bluestreak. "Come on, Blue, we have to go."

"Don't touch me." Bluestreak held onto Node. "I don't want you to touch me. You'll leave me."

"Blue, I won't leave you. I'm sorry for what I said. I was lying." Synchro pulled Bluestreak's arm over his shoulder.

"That was mean!" Bluestreak yelled. "Why would you lie like that? Why would you play such a cruel joke?"

"I'm sorry, Bluestreak."

Bluestreak shook his head. "No. I don't want your apology. I want to go home."

"We are going home." Synchro lifted the mech onto his back and groaned. "I'm getting to old for this." He winked at Striker and awkwardly left the bar.

Striker frowned as he sat down. "My usual, please."

Node groaned. "I told you to stop coming here."

Striker snorted. "Be lucky I come here at all."

"I'll be lucky when you leave."

"Bratling."

"Pleasure bot."

Striker snorted. "You'll do fine in life."

Node rolled his optics. "You're not my carrier." Node slid a cube of high grade across the bar.

"No, and I'm lucky for that."

Node snorted.

Prowl ran out of the building to meet Synchro. "I will take Bluestreak to his room. Please go see Ratchet." He pulled Bluestreak onto his back.

Synchro nodded. "I will. Prowl, do you believe it is wrong of me to keep this from Bluestreak?"

"The fight?"

"No."

"Oh, your health." Prowl looked down at the ground. "I am not sure what to do. Honestly, every situation I have run through my processor has turned up with horrible results. Bluestreak will not take it well. It doesn't matter if you tell him after he gets over this, or while he's still trying to."

Synchro nodded. "I see." Synchro began walking forward, his door wings held high. His posture straight. And tears running down his face.