A/N:So, I got a job on Monday, and I quit yesterday. I know. I know, "Ninja! You only worked there for five days! What the hell?" In my defense, That was my first job ever, and it was extremely high stress. I don't work well with a little bit of stress. I tried, but after I got off work yesterday, I completely freaked out. I'm pretty sure I had an anxiety attack, and I was just a complete mess. So, I quit.

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Answerthecall:Thank you very much! I try! wait no longer! This is the chapter you've been waiting for! XD

Autobotschic: Now now, calm down. That's just your jealousy talking. XD Blue can do what he wants to! No, you can't have one sword swipe, or even two! No!

IvoryCrawler: Isn't he? That part of the chapter was originally going to be a oneshot, but that chapter was too short, so I decided to add it in.

Shizuka Taiyou: I get what you mean. I was never one to have a lot of friends, and my parents were working a lot of the time. Hell, I still don't have a lot of friends. You mean if she isn't scared fragless already XD

Bluestreak stared at the two bots in front of him. A blue femme, and a small Black and white youngling. "Ironhide and Chromia?"

"Yes." The femme nodded. "I was supposed to meet them Iacon with the youngling, but things came up, and the youngling needs to be brought to them as soon as possible."

"What kind of things?" Bluestreak frowned.

"We believe he will develop better in a family type environment. He refused to talk, and an office, being traded around from worker to worker, isn't really a family environment."

Bluestreak nodded. "I see. If you trust me enough, I can take him to them. I'm Bluestreak. I used to teach younglings."

"I would feel better if I went with you."

Bluestreak smiled. "No problem." Bluestreak crouched in front of the youngling. "Hello! I'm Bluestreak. I'll be taking you to your surrogate creators. Don't worry, they're really nice, and funny!"

The youngling just hid behind the femme's legs. Bluestreak continued smiling. "He's so cute!"

"You have younglings?"

"I've adopted two. They're both grown now. I used to work as a teacher." Bluestreak stood up. "Off to Chromia and Ironhide!"

The femme smiled. "I appreciate it."

"No Problem!"

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Bluestreak led the two through the halls, and stopped in front of Ironhide's door. He looked around nervously to make sure the Prime and Elita were nowhere in sight. All clear. He Knocked on the door and waited.

Soon enough the door opened, and Chromia was glaring behind her. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you to keep the fragging cannons off the table! What are we going to do when the youngling gets here, and you have all your dangerous weapons scattered around so he can easily get to them?"

"Um, Chromia?"

Chromia turned to Bluestreak and froze. She stared at the femme and youngling in shock. "Too late."

Bluestreak laughed. Chromia motioned for them to come in. Bluestreak walked inside, and nodded for the other two to follow him.

Ironhide glanced up from the table, and frowned. "What's going on? I thought the youngling wasn't supposed to be here until we were in Iacon."

"Stuff comes up, Ironhide." Bluestreak smiled. "I wasn't supposed to get Smokey for another metacycle, but then one day the enforcers called and had me pick him up!"

Ironhide stood up, and walked over to the youngling, who was hiding behind the femme's legs. "I'm Ironhide. What's your name?"

"He doesn't talk." The femme answered.

"Nonsense. He has a voicebox doesn't he?"

"Well yes."

"Then he can talk. Prowl didn't use to talk either."

"He talked!" Bluestreak defended.

"Not very much." Ironhide turned his attention back to the youngling. "What's your designation? I won't bite if you tell me. No promises if you don't."

"B-Barricade."

Ironhide smirked. "In this unit, you have to loud to be heard. Chromia snores."

"Ironhide!" Chromia glared as she grabbed a data pad off the counter and chunked it at him. "I do not!"

"She sleep talks too!"

"Well, at least I don't-"

Barricade started laughing. Bluestreak smiled. "I told you they were funny."

The femme smiled. "I can see he's in good servos. I have to go."

Bluestreak smiled. "I'll go with you! Bye Ironhide, Chromia!"

"Bye, Bluestreak. Thanks, you two." Chromia smiled.

The femme nodded as she walked out of the room followed by Bluestreak. She smiled. "Are you willing to adopt another?"

Bluestreak laughed. "I'm don't think so. Not now anyways. Things have been a little crazy lately."

The femme nodded. "I understand." She slowly walked away down the hall.

Bluestreak sighed as he began his walk back to his unit. He had a little time to kill before he had to meet with Synchro and Prowl. He walked around the corner and came to an abrupt halt. He was mere centimeters from a red chest. "You are Bluestreak? The one that disappeared yesterday?"

Bluestreak jumped. Scrap! It was the new prime! "Yes. I was found. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions! I have to go!" Bluestreak sprinted past the prime.

Optimus stared with concern as Bluestreak went around the corner. He couldn't put his digit on it, but something was wrong.

"Optimus?"

Optimus turned to the femme. "Elita."

"Are you alright?"

Optimus nodded with a sigh. "I will be fine. I just ran into Bluestreak."

Elita-One scowled. "I don't trust him. He thinks he's done something to be put into punitive stasis for, and him being part of this group, I wouldn't put it past him."

Optimus nodded. "We are not here to dig into things, Elita. We are here for help."

Elita frowned. "I know, but groups like these shouldn't be around. They cause nothing but hurt and destruction. Synchro seems to have them all brainwashed into thinking he's their savior."

"Savior?"

Elita-One jumped and quickly turned to face the new bot only to find an empty hall.

"He is not our savior. He somebody we decided to follow. He is very honorable, noble, and trustworthy. Most of the bots here are here on their own free will."

Optimus frowned as he began looking around as well. The halls were completely empty though.

"Of course there is the little bit where he disappears off the camera's for an unmentionable amount of time, and then suddenly appears in completely random spot. Perhaps he is planning my death. He is the only one who knows where my quarters are."

Optimus shuttered his optics. "You are talking through a speaker?"

"I control the cameras!"

Elita-One frowned. "Why don't you just come out and talk to us like a normal person?"

"Normal? I am normal! You are the ones who are abnormal. Why are you here? Where did you come from? Are you planning on tearing down the place from the inside, and eventually leaking my whole security configuration! I'll re-write it before you even have a chance! It-" The voice was suddenly cut off.

Elita-One and Optimus stared at each other for a second before Elita-One sighed. "I hate this place."

Synchro raised an optic ridge as Bluestreak burst through the room, and ran under his desk. "Bluestreak?" Synchro sighed. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Bluestreak was crunched up in in a little ball. His servos were over his helm, and his wings were against his back.

"Then why are you acting like a sparkling and hiding under my desk like there's a monster trying to kill you?"

"There is." Bluestreak answered bluntly.

Synchro rolled his optics. "What kind of monster? By the way you're acting I would think it was Unicron himself."

Bluestreak glanced up from his position. "It's worse." He whispered. "It's a Prime. He's here to avenge his predecessor!"

"Really?" Synchro shook his helm. "Get up!" Synchro stood up. "Come on. Let's go!" He grabbed Bluestreak's arm, and pulled him out from under the desk. "I don't have time for this!"

"No!"

"We're going to speak to the Prime."

"Nooo!"

Synchro released Bluestreak and crossed his servos. "Bluestreak, your antics are getting old. It's time for you to grow up! It's time for you to learn to deal with your emotions." Synchro sighed. " Now. We're still going to talk to the Prime like good hosts."

"NOOO!"

Bluestreak sat awkwardly across from the Prime and Elita-One. Synchro sat right beside him smiling. "Bluestreak and I wanted to come by and see how things were going before the meeting this afternoon."

"They are well. I am glad you found your missing mech." Optimus nodded.

Synchro smiled. "Missing mech? He was in the storage closet in the med bay. I sent you away because I felt it wasn't something for you witness."

Bluestreak shifted in his seat. "I'm sorry. I overreacted. Usually, I don't do that, but you know how things are. I live in this place, and you can get accused of doing something on the flip of a credit."

Elita-One pursed her lips. "I'm sorry if I don't believe you. You said that you did do it. I want to know what you did."

"Elita." Optimus warned.

Elita-One stood up. "I'm sorry, but if I have sit here, then I'm not listening to this scrap! It's lie after lie with these guys! I know I was the one who said to come here, but I thought they would be a bit nobler than this!"

Synchro nodded. "I understand, but I believe you and I have different definitions of noble. What actions do you fine noble, Elita?"

"Honesty, bravery, kindness, and being able to do anything in your power to protect somebody you care for."

"What if protecting them means you have to lie, be cowardly, or cruel? Are they still noble?"

Bluestreak stood up. "I better-"

"Sit your aft down, Bluestreak." Synchro glared. Bluestreak quickly sat. "Bluestreak is somebody I care for. Many bots would give their lives for him: Prowl, Smokescreen, Jazz, Charger, Crypt, Sliver, Scatter Frost, and most importantly myself."

Bluestreak stood up, and slowly backed away. "I really thi-"

"Bluestreak, sit!" Synchro stood up, and bent over the table. "Elita-One, I want to make sure you understand. We are not your allies. Not yet. And even allies have secrets. If Prowl and I decide that we are willing to be your ally, we will keep our secrets. We are an organization, do you understand? That will be one of the terms of being allied. Secrets stay secrets. I will not ask you yours, so please do not ask me mine."

Elita-One's optics narrowed. "What the pit? Is this how you're going to treat your Prime?"

"Is that your argument for everything? My Prime? My Prime? If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be Prime!" Synchro's servo flew up to his chest. "Bluestreak, call Ratchet."

"Is something wrong?" Bluestreak ran up to Synchro, and wrapped his arm around Synchro's shoulders.

"Call Ratchet!" Synchro yelled.

Bluestreak nodded quickly. His optics dimmed, and Synchro moved to sit down. Optimus stood up and crouched in front of him. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, shut up!" Synchro shot back through gritted denta. "I don't need your pity!"

"Ratchet's on his way." Bluestreak's optics filled with worry. "Are you alright? Are you in pain? Do you need anything? Energon? Anything?"

"I just need Ratchet." Synchro sighed. "We're going to have to talk after all this, Bluestreak."

"Of course we are!"

The door slid open, and Ratchet ran in. "What the frag did I tell you? Don't get worked up you old idiot!"

"That's all nice and everything, but I think I want to take this to Med bay." Synchro grunted.

"Not until I get you stabilized. Everybody get the frag out!" Ratchet pointed at the door, and Optimus, Elita, and Bluestreak quickly scurried out.

Bluestreak watched the doors as they closed. He immediately began pacing. Elita-one watched him closely. "You two are close?"

Bluestreak glanced over to her. "Why? Why are you here?"

Optimus held his servo up for Elita to leave it to him. "We are here to get help. We have troops, but they are not experienced. We are hoping that Synchro would send mechs in to help train them."

Bluestreak glanced up. His optics were wide. "I wish you never came here. I wish you would have stayed where you were!"

"Blue?" Bluestreak turned around quickly. Jazz stood at the end of the hall. "What's goin' on?"

"Nothing." Bluestreak looked away.

Jazz frowned. "Blue, Ah'll call Prowl on ya!"

"Prowl? Where is he?"

"Tha's not what we were talkin' 'bout!" Jazz crossed his servos. "Why ya bein' so mean ta Optimus?"

"Si- I- I'm so AGGRIVATED!" Bluestreak stomped his pede on the ground. "I don't know why, I just am."

Optimus stared at the small gray mech. "I believe situations such as these tend to be slightly aggravating. You do not seem to trust me, and you were being forced to stay in the room you did not want to be in."

Elita-One crossed her arms. "I believe it may be my fault as well for pushing so much. I just want to make sure we're choosing the right side to ally ourselves with. It was either Synchro or Striker, and this whole thing was my idea, so I feel responsible. With the rumors going around that Helix group assassinated Sentinel; I want to make sure Optimus is safe."

Jazz nodded. "See, everything's fine, Blue!"

"I did it."

Jazz frowned. "Blue, what are you doing?"

"I killed Sentinel. It wasn't a rumor. Helix group was hired by the council, and I'm the best Sniper there is. I was put on the job, and I did it."

Elita-One glared. " You-" Optimus brought his servo up to silence her.

"Bluestreak, may I ask why you accepted the job, exactly."

Bluestreak looked away. "I did it for my family. I did it so my family could live!"

"Family?" Optimus asked.

"Bullscrap!" Elita yelled as she ran up to Bluestreak and pulled him up by the chest plates. "You killed him because you're just a murderer!"

Jazz ran up to the two and pulled them apart. "It was not Bluestreak's fault! If he had a choice in da matter ah'm sure he woulda refused!"

Optimus grabbed Elita-One before she could lunge again. "Elita! Calm down. "

The doors shot open, and Ratchet walked out. He glanced around the hall, and frowned. "Synchro wants to see you all. That door is pretty thin by the way. He's not very happy."

Bluestreak rushed in. "Are you alright?"

Synchro sat on the berth, and sighed. "Bluestreak, sit down." He motioned to the place on the berth beside him. He stared back over to the door where Optimus, Elita, and Jazz were walking in. "Do not blame Bluestreak. It is not his fault. He was the only one I trusted to do it. I feel horrible about it, but if we didn't Praxus would have fallen. The council would have cut funding to anything Praxian related. All of the art, the music, education; Everything. I had no choice."

Bluestreak looked away. "Are you alright, S-"

"We will talk about it later."

"The council hired you?" Optimus stepped forward.

Synchro nodded as he wrapped his arm around a guilty looking Bluestreak. "Yes, they did. I would watch yourself, Prime. The council is not to be trusted under any circumstances."

Optimus nodded. "I see."

Bluestreak leaned up against Synchro. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I told you we'll talk about it later." Syncro sighed.

"Are you two bonded?" Elita glared.

Bluestreak jumped. Synchro snorted as he began laughing. "Yes, we are! Come here, Blue! Give me a kiss!"

Bluestreak jumped away. "No!"

Jazz began laughing. "Good old Synchro."

"Come on, Blue! I love you!"

"I love you, too, but I'm not kissing you!" Bluestreak jumped behind Jazz. "Jazz, why are you laughing?"

"Why not?" Jazz chuckled.

Elita-One and Optimus stared at the two in shock. Optimus coughed. "I believe if you are bonded it is alright to kiss."

"WE'RE NOT BONDED!" Bluestreak glared.

Jazz began laughing harder. Synchro smiled as he slid off the berth. "Bluestreak, take me to my quarters so I can rest before the real meeting this afternoon. I thank you for meeting with us, Prime. Jazz, have you seen Prowl?"

"Prowler?" Jazz stared up at the ceiling in thought. "Oh yeah, he said somethin' bout going to talk ta Red."

"Red? I thought he was dead." Bluestreak frowned.

Jazz snorted. "Nope."

"Did everybody but me know he was alive?"

Synchro walked out the door. "Probably."

Bluestreak nodded his head in farewell to the remaining bots in the room before he ran after Synchro. "Wait!"

Elita-One frowned as the gray bot left the room. "Jazz." Optimus nodded to the black and white mech. "May I ask you a question about Bluestreak?"

Jazz sighed. "Yah, but ah can't promise ah can answer it."

"He doesn't seem like he could kill somebody. When I heard him say he did it, I couldn't quite believe it. Even with Synchro's confirmation." Optimus turned to Jazz who had a frown.

"It was him. I was with you at the time, but the mech's done it befor'. He's not very good about loss, and tends ta block the stuff out. He never really has a choice. Synchro wouldn't do it ta him if he did." Jazz sighed. "I feel kinda sorry for da mech. If I was actually part of da Helix group I'd do it for him."

Elita-One sighed. "I suppose we can't really say anything about it." Jazz cocked his helm to the side. "We're all going to become murderers. There's no avoiding it in a war. We chose our side."

Optimus nodded. "Without Bluestreak doing what he did, I'm afraid the Riots in Kaon would have gone out of control. They would not have stopped at the first bombing of Iacon."

"Sentinel would have taken Megatron's side." Jazz sighed. "Prowl said that there was a less than twenty percent chance he'd stick with the Autobots."

Optimus nodded. "Then we shouldn't hold any ill feelings toward Bluestreak."

Jazz nodded.

Elita looked away. "Sure."