A/N: I know! I'm a little late! I just got my first car, and I went a little overboard on driving it today. It's an orange Scion IQ. I like to play, Move Bitch! While I drive...

REVIEWS:

Ironhide's Daughter: I know! I can't find alot of dolls for transformers, just action figures, which are cool, but I'd like to sleep with a Prowl cuddled up to me or something XD.

Autobotschic: I've always had simple names for my stuff. My computer's name is compy, my chair's name is Cherry, and my bed's name is betty. My ipod's name is Nano. (It's an Ipod Touch. It makes zero sense.) And my Iphone's name is Cell-U- Lar. XD

Bluebutterflywitch: XD Not very well. No doubt Jazz will be in more trouble. I can't tell you. Chromia said she'd beat the scrap out of me if I did. Jazz! No no! You better than to lock people in boxes! Unless it's the box of shame. In which case, carry on. XD

Answerthecall: XD Thank you!

Prowl stared at the monitor as it showed the article about the new Prime. Jazz smirked as he sat on the desk. "No."

Jazz's smirk grew. "Ah tried ta save you."

Prowl's optics widened. "No. Why were you talking to the new Prime, anyways?"

"He's mah friend. The one who lives in Iacon. Ya know, the archivist!"

Prowl frowned. "Jazz, I hate you."

"Ah tried ta tell ya! Ya just wouldn't listen! If it makes ya feel any better, he didn't judge ya!" Jazz smirked. "He was askin' advice."

"Primus forbid for what. New plans on oppressing the lower castes?"

"No! He was looking for bots to join his army. The Autobots. He's preparin' for a civil war."

"So, it's come."

"Yeah, just like ya predicted."

Prowl frowned. "Bluestreak isn't going to take this well."

"Ya can't protect him forever. Sides, he's your sire anyways. He should be protectin' you."

Prowl shook his helm.

Ironhide stared at the mail he got. You have got to kidding. He glanced over to Chromia who was preparing for the new youngling. "Chromia, we need to talk."

Chromia frowned as she walked over to Ironhide. "What's wrong?"

He frowned. "We're going to Iacon."

"Why?"

"I got called in by the new Prime. I got the job as his body guard."

"For the Prime?"

"Yeah." Ironhide cringed getting ready for the femme to go ballistic, and fire a few shots at him. Instead he was met with a hug.

"When do we leave?" Chromia pressed her helm against Ironhide's chestplates.

"Soon as possible. We'll have to tell Synchro."

Chromia nodded. "He's with Ratchet still. Something about his back."

Ironhide frowned. "Prowl's in charge then?"

"For the moment."

Prowl stepped into his office, and jumped. "Bluestreak?"

"Good afternoon, Prowl!" Bluestreak smiled. "I just came by to see if you had your mid orn refuel!"

Prowl frowned. Bluestreak sat at his desk, and was spinning around in his chair. He had a huge smile on his face. "No, I have not."

"Good! Let's have it together! Oh, did you hear about Sentinel? I wonder what happened." Bluestreak frowned as a look of thought crossed his face. He shrugged as he stood up, and grabbed onto Prowls arm. "Oh well. Let's go!"

"Bluestreak, are you alright?" Prowl brought his helm up to Bluestreak's to feel his temperature. "Your temperature is fine. Do you feel bad or anything?"

"No, why would I?"

"Maybe we should go see Ratchet."

"Prowl! I just wanted to refuel with you. Why do we have to go see Ratchet?" A look of worry crossed his face. "Did you glitch? I told you, if you glitch go see Ratchet right away!"

"I can't see Ratchet if I'm passed out on the ground. No, I did not glitch. I am simply worried. You've been locked in your room for three orns, and now all of a sudden, you come out to have mid orn energon?"

"What are you talking about? Jazz just left yesterday. I told you I was going to celebrate with you!"

Prowl frowned. "Bluestreak, you should sit down." Prowl brought Bluestreak over to his office's couch, and sat him down. ::Smokescreen, please come to my office::

::Is something wrong, Prowl?::

::Bluestreak::

::On my way::

"What's wrong, Prowl."

"Jazz just returned yesterday."

Bluestreak laughed. "That's funny, Prowl."

Prowl looked down at Bluestreak with concern. "Bluestreak, I'm not kidding. A new Prime has been named as well."

"But, Sentinel was just killed last night. That doesn't make any sense." Bluestreak stared at the ground, his optics wide. "I," Bluestreak paused. "I don't understand."

Prowl's door swished open. Smokescreen ran through. "What's wrong?"

Prowl nodded to Bluestreak who sat at the sofa with a confused look. He glanced up at Smokescreen. "Smokescreen, tell Prowl that Jazz left yesterday, and Sentinel was killed last night! He's trying to pull a joke on me!"

Smokescreen's optics widened. "Sire, Jazz just came back yesterday. You saw him. He visited you. Sentinel was killed almost a decaorn ago."

"No. That's not what-" Bluestreak grabbed his helm. "I remember Jazz leaving yesterday! I told him to tell Serenade and Kaymin to come back soon!"

"I'm going to go get Jazz." Smokescreen turned to leave, but looked back to Bluestreak. "I'll be right back, Sire."

Prowl sat down next to Bluestreak. "Are you alright."

"This joke isn't funny, Prowl!" Bluestreak stood up quickly. "Stop it already!"

"Bluestreak, this isn't a joke." Prowl shook his helm. "You've been depressed for a while."

"No." Bluestreak's face contorted into pain, and confusion. "You're wrong. You have to be!"

Prowl sighed as he looked away from Bluestreak. He couldn't look him in the optics. Soon enough, the door opened, and Jazz walked through. "Heya!" He smiled to Bluestreak. "Oh, hey, ya left ya room, huh?"

"Smokescreen just went to look for you." Prowl stated.

Bluestreak stared at Jazz with wide optics. His frame began to quiver. "No." He ran up to Jazz and started patting his frame. "No."

Jazz jumped. "Woah! Whatcha doin', Blue?"

"You just left!"

"Naw, Ah just came back."

Bluestreak backed away. His optics wide with fear. "I don't- I just-"

Prowl grabbed Bluestreak's shoulders. "Calm down, Bluestreak. You're fine."

"Where's Sire?" Bluestreak began looking around. "Where is he?"

"Med bay." Jazz answered.

"Why is he there? Why didn't anybody tell me? What's going on? I don't understand!" Bluestreak grabbed his helm, and fell to his knees.

Prowl glanced over to Jazz. "Bluestreak, how about we go see Synchro?"

Bluestreak didn't answer. Prowl grabbed Bluestreak's arm, and lifted him up. "Come on." He wrapped his arm around Bluestreak's waist, and led him out of the office and down the hall. "I'm sure Synchro will be happy to see you up and about."

"I just saw him yesterday."

"In the bar?" Prowl asked.

"No, in his office. He called me in. I can't remember what for."

Prowl frowned. Jazz glanced at Bluestreak. "Ya know. When I can't remember somethin', it's not that important."

Bluestreak glanced to Jazz. "That's the last thing I remember is waking up in my berth a couple of joors ago."

Smokescreen ran up to the group. "There you are!"

Jazz smiled. "Heya!"

Smokescreen glared at Jazz, and shook his helm. "Where are you headed?"

"Med bay." Prowl answered.

Bluestreak stared at the ground. The situation still hadn't fully sunk in. Jazz was standing right next to him. Prowl was helping him to med bay. They were all worried. He was missing a huge chunk of time. What was going on?

Ratchet nodded to Synchro. "You're fine.." He sat his data pad down on the berth. "How do you feel?"

"Great." Synchro sighed. He stood up. "Just worried."

The med bay doors opened, and Ratchet glared. "Didn't you see the sig-" he froze when he spotted Bluestreak. "What happened?"

"Sire?" Bluestreak asked.

Synchro frowned. "Bluestreak. How are you feeling?"

"Why are you in Med bay? Why is Jazz back already?"

Synchro walked up to Bluestreak, and nodded for Prowl to let go. "Bluestreak, sit down."

Bluestreak pulled himself onto a berth. Synchro smiled to him. "Sire, what's going on?"

Synchro nodded for Jazz and Prowl to leave. Prowl nodded back, and pulled Jazz out of the room. Synchro turned back to Bluestreak. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was in your office. It was after Jazz left."

"We talked about Node, remember. He was having problems with Striker." Synchro smiled to Bluestreak.

"I don't." Bluestreak shook his helm.

"Well, you got pretty slag faced, so I wouldn't expect you to remember. I got into a fight with Striker and I had to go to med bay. That's why I'm here."

"What about the rest of my missing time?"

"Striker got a pretty good hit on you too. Right, Ratchet?"

Ratchet glanced up to Prowl. "Yes, he hit you pretty hard over the helm. Somebody was supposed to be with you when you woke up."

"I was alone." Bluestreak frowned.

Synchro pulled Bluestreak into a hug. "You're alright." He frowned as he squeezed the gray mech. "Node said thank you, by the way."

"He's family." Bluestreak answered.

Synchro nodded, as he pulled away from Bluestreak. "Go refuel."

Bluestreak nodded, and jumped off the berth. He slowly walked out of the room leaving Ratchet and Synchro alone. Synchro sat back down on the berth, and placed his helm in his servos. He shook his helm, and rubbed his face. "I'm a horrible sire."

Ratchet frowned. "No, you're not." He rubbed Synchro's back. "You're doing a fine job. I must admit though, erasing the memories was quite desperate." He stepped away from Synchro and sat down at his desk. He leaned back in his chair, and sighed.

Synchro frowned. "This was the first time it was so bad. Last time he only acted like he did for a couple of orns. I didn't want to leave him like that, Ratchet. I didn't want to leave him in that state."

Ratchet sighed. "I'm sorry." He stood up, and walked across the room. "Have you told Prowl the lie?"

"I'm about to."

"Be quick." Ratchet walked out of the room, leaving Synchro alone with his thoughts.

Optimus Prime sat at the front of a table. He was learning the battle strategies that the Autobots would be using against the Decepticons. Megatron was not going to be easy to beat.

Kup, Optimus's current recruit trainer, was helping to build a new strategy. "I don't think this one's going to work. Those bots are mostly gladiators."

Optimus nodded. "Alright." The strategy was thrown to the side.

A pink femme, Elita-One, commander of the femme unit, stepped into the room. "We have some suggestions for finding new recruits."

Optimus glanced up and nodded. "Let me hear it."

"Number one on the list is Praxus. There are two big places to ask for help from. The Helix group, and the Crystal group."

Kup snorted. "Those are both underground organizations."

"Yes, but if we can get one on our side, we would have experienced fighters. It's worth a shot. I personally don't like it, but we're desperate."

"Jazz lives in Praxus. I can ask him." Optimus sighed. "Though I do not know if he can get us an audience with either of the leaders."

Kup sighed. "You can't ask underground mechs to fight for us. It's practically screaming for spys."

"I hear the Helix group was behind Sentinel's death." Elita- one shrugged.

Optimus walked up to the communicator. "Contact Jazz."

It took a couple of moments before Jazz's face popped up on screen. "What could I owe the pleasure, my Prime?"

"Haha. Do you think you could get me an audience with the Helix group, or the Crystal group?"

Kup snorted. "I doubt he can."

"Sure." Jazz answered with a shrug, surprising everybody in the room. "Can I ask why?"

"We need recruits."

"Hey, Prowl!" Jazz turned away from the monitor, and looked over to the side. "Ya think Synchro could spare some time for the new Prime?"

The black and white mech from the last time Optimus contacted Jazz walked on screen. "I apologize for last time. I can assure you, if you come to Praxus, I can get you an audience with the Helix group."

Optimus nodded. "Thank you."

Prowl nodded back. "You are welcome. Jazz, I will meet you in the gardens in a moment."

Jazz smiled. "Ya got it." He turned back to Optimus. "Ya don't want to get involved with the Crystal group. Striker's got a mean bite."

"I'm scared to ask how you know."

Jazz laughed. His helm reeled back as the mighty bark echoed over the comm. "Believe meh. I've seen the damage that one can cause."

Optimus nodded. "Tell Prowl we'll be in Praxus tomorrow."

Jazz nodded. "Ya got it."

The comm. flashed black, and shut down. Optimus turned the rest of the people in the room. "It would seem we have an audience with Helix group."

Elita-One snorted. "Your doubt was wrong, Kup."

"Shut up."