A/N: Febuary 24, 2013 I was sitting in my room, writing this, while laying up against my wall. A huge crack of thunder started making my room vibrate, and I could have sworn to god that my R.V exploded. I was half out of my room, and screaming for my mother to come save me. XD It was hilarious, in it's own special way!

Back in Present day: I graduated yesterday! It was weird cause it didn't really feel special, but I guess it was. I was number three in my class, and I partied! XD I'm uploading two chapters today, guys!

Oh, I got a job too. My training period is from 4 to 10 am. My dad gets home at 3, so he's coming home, and i'm leaving home.

REVIEWS

Bluebutterflywitch: Right? Jazz probably has more connections than Synchro. Bluestreak's a strong mech. He can handle it. XD If it's a maze, put your right hand on the wall, and follow it! XD

Zrexheartz: Never ever ever doubt Jazz. Those are wise words.

Autobotschic: No! No, Shadow. Elita must stay. She's part of my plot. XD Yup ya gotta take care of your younglings, even if it hurts.

Answerthecall: Thank you so much!

Prowl peeked into Synchro's office. "You are well?"

"Better, yes. What can I do for you, Prowl?" Synchro smiled to his heir.

Prowl nodded, and steeped the rest of the way into the room. He sat down in his usual chair and released a sigh. "The new Prime contacted Jazz."

Synchro snorted. "Jazz of all mechs?"

"There were apparently friends before he became Prime. He was the one Jazz went to visit." Prowl sat straight up. "He asked for an audience with you."

"Why me?" Synchro asked. He lazily typed information onto the computer he was working on. A smirk crossed his face. "From here on out, I will only be mentoring you. You will be taking over all of my responsibilities."

Prowl's door wings flicked in surprise. "I do not believe that is a good idea. I had an outburst with the Prime while jazz was on the communicator with him. I did not know that was who it was at the time."

Synchro's helm reeled back as he released a wave laughter. "Then this ought to be interesting!" He calmed down as he leaned forward. "Don't worry, Prowl. I will be right next to you the whole time. I'll give you one tip up front. He's not the boss of you. We don't follow the Prime's regulations, especially when he's in our domain." Synchro crossed his arms over his chassis. "You're in charge. You control the situation."

Prowl shuttered his optics before he nodded. "Yes."

Synchro nodded. "Good. Then you'll be fine tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Prowl jumped.

"The Prime's administration has already contacted me. He'll be here tomorrow, and he'll be staying for a couple of orns. He has other business to attend to besides meeting with us. Oh, and Bluestreak will be helping with security."

Prowl's helm fell to the side. "Bluestreak? Is it alright to have him-"

"He is fine as long as you remember the story. Last time I only had to get rid of a joor, so I didn't think it would be a major thing to tell you about. I'm sorry if it scared you." Synchro looked out his window. "He'll slowly start to remember what happened, but in his own time, when he can deal with it properly."

Prowl nodded. "I see, You forcefully made a firewall against that memory." Prowl stood up. "Thank you, Synchro, for this opportunity."

"Just don't have and outburst with the Prime again. We want him on our side, not Striker's. Though, I heard that Node took care of Striker last night." Synchro let out a laugh. "That's a story for another time, though."

Prowl nodded. "I will be going to prepare then."

Synchro smiled and waved as Prowl left. "Tomorrow will be very entertaining."

Ironhide smiled at Chromia. "Chromia, I love you."

Chromia glanced over to him. "I hate you."

Ironhide let his smile fade, and he crossed his servos over his chassis. "No, you do not."

"It's your fault we have to wait until we move to Iacon to get the youngling! He has to say with the enforcers for another decaorn! The poor kid!" Chromia turned away from Ironhide. "If you would have just rejected the job, we wouldn't be in this position."

"Chromia, That's not true. Besides it's a good job. Body guard of the Prime. That was the last job I ever thought I would have. Apparently somebody put in a recommendation for me."

Chromia shook her helm. "I am happy here though."

"You don't have to go with me." Ironhide stepped forward, and grabbed Chromia's servo. "You could stay here, and take care of the youngling. You don't have to go."

"And leave you, the biggest lugnut I know, alone? I don't think so. If you go, I go. That's how it's always been, that's how it will always be." Chromia pulled Ironhide into a hug. "I don't care if you're going to the pit, I would follow you."

Ironhide returned the hug. "For some reason, I believe you."

Chromia smiled. "I'm glad. That's the first step of knowing that I've successfully infiltrated your helm."

"Really?" Ironhide purred. "Maybe I should infiltrate something else."

Chromia's optics widened. "Ironhide of Praxus!"

Ironhide chuckled. "Love you, too."

Chromia giggled. "I don't remember saying that."

"You will."

Synchro walked out of the main building, and onto the huge deck like area for people to gather. He looked over to a bench, and spotted Bluestreak looking up at the second moon. He sighed as he walked up to Bluestreak, and sat down on the bench next to him. "Good evening, Blue."

"Hi, Sire." He glanced down at the ground.

Synchro frowned. "Bluestreak, are you alright?"

"I was just thinking." Bluestreak's legs started swinging. "Life is so complicated, and filled with such terrible things, and we all have to live through it. There's so many dangers, we could die so young or live to be so old, but it all ends the same. We live, and the only reward we get is death."

Synchro frowned. "The Prime's death brought this up?"

"Yes."

Synchro nodded and pulled Bluestreak close to him. "We live though the ups and downs. We follow the path we want, and sometimes things go wrong, but others, they go so wonderfully right. It's true we all die at the end, but you have a choice. You can die happy and proud of what you've done in your life, or you can die with regrets, and feelings of worthlessness."

Bluestreak frowned. "But you still die. You have no reward. Being remembered can't be a reward, because soon enough, you'll be forgotten."

"Are you worried about dying, Bluestreak?" Synchro asked.

"No. It was just a passing thought." Bluestreak looked back up at the sky.

Synchro sighed. "Get some recharge, Bluestreak. Tomorrow is going to be along orn."

"Why?"

"The new Prime is coming. I want you to be present." Synchro stood up. "I'll be going first. If you decide to stay up, make sure it's not for too much longer. You need your recharge."

"Yes, Sire."

Synchro smiled down at Bluestreak, and for a second, he could have sworn he saw the small youngling that used to sit on that very bench, and try to count the stars. Synchro covered his mouth.

"Sire?"

Synchro shook his helm. "I'm fine. I just. When you were younger. You would sit on that bench when you had a problem. I never noticed."

Bluestreak glanced down at the bench with a frown. "Yeah, I'd wait after my tutoring for you, and see if you could help me, but most of the time you never came out, and I would end up running to Charger and Crypt." Bluestreak glanced up, and jumped. "Sire, don't cry! Oh, what do I do?"

"I'm so sorry." Synchro shook his helm, and wiped his optics.

"What? What for?" Bluestreak jumped off the bench, and ran up to Synchro.

"I was an awful Sire."

"Is that what you think?" Bluestreak smiled. "You were an awesome sire! Sure, you weren't around a lot, but you were working, and I understand that. I even understood that when I was really small! You were doing the best you could do considering I grew up without a carrier. You were in charge of this huge family, I wasn't the only one you had to worry about."

"But still, you sat there for joors sometimes. I would see you from my office, and I didn't think anything of it." Synchro wiped his optics. "I should have noticed by the way you always looked at the ground with such sad expression."

"My problems were nothing compared to the ones you had. I understood, and I never would hold it against you. You were amazing. If you weren't, I wouldn't have come back!"

Synchro nodded, and pulled Bluestreak into a hug. "I am sorry for everything I've ever done to wrong you, even if I haven't realized I've done them yet."

Bluestreak accepted the hug, and returned it. "You never wronged me. Now, come on. Let's get you to bed. You always get emotional when you're tired."

Synchro slapped Bluestreak's helm. "Bratling."

Bluestreak smiled. "I know!"

Bluestreak sat on the bench closest to his Sire's office. He was waiting for his Sire to get off, so he could talk to him. Charger, his Sire's friend he was staying with, said that there was no smarter mech than his Sire.

Bluestreak was having a problem. A big problem! Probably the biggest problem he would see in his youngling years. He was in love. The small gray Praxian had a crush on his tutor for the longest time. The crush was his secret, and his alone, but he found out that his tutor was bonded already.

Bluestreak was crushed. He had left his tutor sitting on the ground with a dumbfounded look on his face. Now, he didn't know what to do. If he ran to Charger, he would just make Bluestreak apologize, but his Sire would tell him what the right thing to do was!

Bluestreak looked down at the ground, and began waving his pedes back and forth. He had ran off so suddenly the tutor had probably told Charger already. Charger would have told Crypt, his bonded, and the two would alert the rest of the place to start looking for him.

"What is a cute youngling like you doing in this ugly place?"

Bluestreak looked up, and his optics brightened to the intensity of a small star. "Sire!"

"Hello, Bluestreak." The black and red Praxian sat down next to the youngling. "What are you doing out here?"

"I was looking for you!"

"Oh? Whatever for?" Synchro smiled. "I don't owe you anything, do I?"

Bluestreak smiled and shook his helm. "No, I have a problem."

"Really? What kind?"

Bluestreak looked around to make sure nobody was listening in. "I- I had a crush on my tutor."

"What's wrong with that?"

"He bonded! I wanted to spend the rest of my life learning with him, but today he said his bonded and him were going to go to a restaurant. I didn't know he was bonded. Honest! I just..."

"You really loved him, huh?"

Bluestreak nodded.

"There's a thing about love. If you think you might love somebody, you should spend your time trying to prepare yourself. When you're in love, it's important that you know that you're opening yourself up for that person to hurt you, even if they don't mean to."

"Like teacher did?"

"Yes, do you feel sad?"

"Yeah, I might offline!" Bluestreak frowned.

The mech laughed. "You won't. No matter how much you hurt when your loved one hurts you, you have to remember. You're not going to die. It's like- Hmm. It's like when you practice your fighting skills. You're teacher pushes you down a lot, and it hurts for a second, but you're not going to die."

"That's different. It doesn't hurt like this does." Bluestreak pulled his servo up to his chest.

"Your spark?"

"Yeah, it hurts."

"It'll get better. Everything heals. As long you don't give up, and get up, and try again, and again , and again!"

Bluestreak giggled as Synchro poked his abdomen. "Not everything heals!"

"What? What hasn't healed?"

"Loneliness." Bluestreak frowned. "I get lonely sometimes, and no matter how long it's been, I'm still lonely."

"Bluestreak, you're surrounded by people that love you dearly. If you ever feel lonely, you can play with them."

"I want to play with you sometimes." Bluestreak looked up to the Black and Red mech. "But you're not there."

"I see." Synchro frowned. "I can't be there, but I can try. I get home really late, so maybe one night a decaorn you can stay up late, and we can play."

Bluestreak smiled. "Really? You Promise!"

"Of course!" Synchro laughed. "I am many things, but a liar is not one of them!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Okay!" His smile fell. "What about teacher? What do I do? I don't want to go back."

"Nonsense. Even if it didn't work out between you and your teacher, you have to keep it professional. You have to pretend it never happened. You chose to love the mech. You have to deal with the consequences. Besides, there is nothing wrong with having a crush. It might go better if you actually tell the mech you have a crush."

"But..."

"No buts. Tell the mech, and then maybe you'll at least feel better. I have work to do, but I love you very much. You are the light that guides me through the darkness, alright?"

"I don't understand."

"You will." Synchro smiled and stood up. "Goodbye, Bluestreak."

"Bye. Love you."

"Love you, too." Synchro walked back into the building.

Bluestreak hopped off the bench with a new kind of pride, and quickly ran down the streets. He walked back into his unit, and smiled at the tutor who stood in front of Charger with a panicked look. "Teacher?"

"Bluestreak! Where have you been?"

"No, me first! I like you! I like like you!" Bluestreak smiled at the fluttering feeling he got.

His teacher stared at him with a small smirk. "I know, Bluestreak. You're not to good at hiding it."

"What?" Bluestreak frowned. "I was hiding it really good!"

"No, Sweet spark, you wrote it on all of your data pads. Then you turned data pads into me. You were horrible at hiding it."

Bluestreak frowned. "Oh."

The teacher smiled. "I'm sorry, but I can't return your feelings. I like you, Bluestreak, but only as a very good friend."

"I can deal with that!" Bluestreak yelled!

Bluestreak's internal alarm went off, bringing him out of his recharge, and the old fond memory. His sire was the light of his life, and that would never change. His sire was definitely the best of the best.

::Bluestreak!::

Bluestreak jumped at the sudden Comm. from his Sire. ::Yes?::

::Come to meeting room eight!::

::Alright. Good bye, Sire::

::Bye Bye!: