A/n: HI! It's Ninja! I'm back! Sorry about last week!

REVIEWS

Ch. 28:

Xrexheartz: They are some of my absolute favorites! (Along with almost all the other transformers. I just can't choose!XD)

Autobotschic: Me to! Red Alert must have come from a really strange family to make him that paranoid. I bet he came from a family that left empty boxes of sweets in the cabinet for him to find. Or maybe he just had a bully for an older brother or something. I'm writing this. (On a side note, does anybody else thing that Red and Prowl would make a cute couple? I ship it.)

Answerthecall: I hate when that happens! XD I figured everybody would be like, "It's Bumblebee!" But I was like, "Nope!" XD The twins are so much fun! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: They better. I'd hate to have Synchro coming after me. XD

Ch 29:

Autobotschic: XD guilt sucks. I do feel better! I wasn't sick or anything. I just had some... issues. Yeah, let's it that. XD Bluestreak likes being tortured. I think he's a masochist. XD

Answerthecall: Thank you! XD I thought it went a little to easy for Blue.

IvoryCrawler: They aren't! I had that happen to me once with my brother. It's not fun! For some reason you just want to punch the person you're accused of being a couple with. I don't know why. Thank you!

Shizuka Taiyou: XD Jazz would just pop up randomly in the base, and scare the scrap out of Blue. I don't know about you, but I can picture it!

Bluestreak smiled at the bots in front of him. Prowl held onto two data pads as Synchro and Charger basically did a full interrogation of Elita-One and Optimus Prime. Prowl stepped forward, and gave Bluestreak a hug, causing the older mech to jump.

As soon as Bluestreak realized what he was doing, he relaxed and hugged the young praxian back. "I'll miss you, Prowl!"

"I know." Prowl pulled away from the hug, and passed Bluestreak a data pad. "This has all the times I'm free. You should expect calls during those times. As you know Smokescreen just left yesterday for his classes in Crystal city. He said this was his last set of them, and he'll be studying under Rung."

"Rang?"

"No, Rung." Prowl passed Bluestreak the second data pad. "This is the times he said that he should be free. He wasn't entirely sure, but I managed to force a few "Abouts" out of him." Prowl pulled one last data pad out of his subspace. "Synchro said he would feel left out if he didn't get a data pad, so this is his. It says always."

Bluestreak accepted the last data pad, tears welling up in his optics. "Thank you! I mean, I'm glad you thought of this. I would really miss you otherwise."

"I'll always be here for you, Bluestreak. Just like you are here for me. I'll protect you." Prowl's face showed how serious he was. "If somebody hurts you, tell me. I'll go to Iacon myself, and fix it."

Bluestreak laughed, and wrapped Prowl in a hug. "I love you, Prowl! You're so sweet!"

:: Thank you, Sire::

Bluestreak cocked his helm to the side at the comm. He pulled away from Prowl, and his gaze immediately went to Synchro. ::Sire doesn't want them to know you're my youngling or that he is my sire, does he?::

::No, he believes it will give us the advantage. I agree. It will be much easier for us to keep the Autobots on their pedes like this. We want them on edge. We want them to wonder what we're up to. If they know you have a family connection to us, they may try and get information out of you. Synchro also enjoys making them squirm::

Bluestreak nodded. He let out a gasp as a force rammed into him. "Blue! Ah can't believe ya're gonna go! Ya're just gonna leave us! Don't go! Prowl's gonna beat meh!" Jazz jumped off Bluestreak and ran to Synchro. "Optimus beats his mechs!"

"Jazz!" Bluestreak yelled as he let out a giggle. "Synchro's already upset. Don't make it worse."

Jazz frowned as Synchro glared at Optimus, obviously having a silent conversation with the mech through internal comm.

Bluestreak sighed. "Where's Ironhide and Chromia?"

"Ironhide has informed me that he will be a little late. They are having issues with Barricade." Prowl answered.

Bluestreak frowned. "Little Barricade?"

"I heard the little guy screaming in the middle of the night." Elita-One frowned.

"Nightmares?" Bluestreak asked. "Pr-" Bluestreak caught himself. "My youngling used to have nightmares."

Optimus frowned. "I was unaware you had a youngling."

"He's all grown up now. I adopted him awhile back! He's grown into a great bot though! He has a really good friend, and I hope he's really happy!"

Optimus nodded.

::Sire. I am::

Bluestreak smiled.

"Sorry, we're late!" Ironhide slowly walked to the group, a black and white youngling hugging onto his neck. "Barricade had a nightmare last night, and he refused go back to recharge, or get out from under the couch, or refuel, or-"

"Shut up." Chromia glared. "We don't know what the nightmare was about before you ask, Blue."

Bluestreak let out a sheepish laugh. "You know me too well, Chromia." Bluestreak quickly plucked Barricade from Ironhide's arms, and ignored the yell of displeasure from the grown mech. "Hi Barricade!"

Barricade sniffed, and cuddled his face in Blue's neck.

"Hey, come on. If you keep hiding you'll be scared forever."

Barricade sniffed. "I don't want to be scared."

"You'll always be scared of something. You just have to face it." Bluestreak bounced Barricade a little. "I had a youngling who was scared of a data pad."

Barricade peeked out from Bluestreak's neck. "Data pad?"

"Yeah! He was petrified. It was difficult because I was a teacher, and all the younglings would turn things in on data pads, and I had to bring them home so I could grade. I got stuck with most of them cause my partner would always slack off."

"What did your youngling do?" Barricade's optics lit up with curiosity.

"Well, he broke one of them. He smashed it. When he realized they were so flimsy and easy to break he wasn't so scared of them anymore."

Synchro snorted. "The blue one?"

Bluestreak smiled. "Yes."

Barricade looked up at Bluestreak. "Can I tell you what I'm scared of?"

"You can tell me, or Ironhide, or even Chromia."

"Chromia might exploit it though." Ironhide mumbled.

Chromia punched his arm. "Shut up!"

Barricade giggled. His smile slowly faded. "I'm scared that Mia, and Hide are gonna disappear."

Bluestreak frowned. He looked over to Synchro, and forced a smile on his face. "Y-" Bluestreak optics began to tear up. "I-"

Optimus stepped forward. "Bluestreak?"

"I'm okay!" Bluestreak repositioned Barricade on his hip. "I think that's something you don't have to worry about. Chromia and Ironhide are two bots that won't leave or disappear. Jazz will stop causing mayhem before that ever happens."

Ironhide snorted. "See, Barricade. Nothing to be worried about."

Barricade smiled. He reached up, and wiped Bluestreak's optics. "Why are you so sad?"

"Because, I miss my Sire." Bluestreak sniffed, and passed Barricade over to Ironhide.

Charger ran up to Bluestreak and hugged him. "Blue!"

"Charger! I'll miss you. Don't cause too much trouble for Crypt. Don't let the twins get away with too much either." Bluestreak gave the mech a squeeze. "Thank you for everything."

Charger pulled away. "Don't worry about it! I was happy to do it!"

Synchro stepped forward. A frown on his face. "Take care of yourself, Blue. Don't do anything too risky, and don't offline!" Synchro gave Bluestreak hug. "If you offline before me, I'll make sure Primus tortures you. That god owes me you know."

Bluestreak laughed. "Who doesn't owe you?"

"You." Synchro pulled away. "You don't owe me anything." Synchro bent forward, and gave Bluestreak a kiss on his chevron. "Be careful."

Bluestreak nodded. "Okay."

Optimus nodded. "I believe it is time for us to leave."

Bluestreak gave one last look to his family before he turned away, and began the long two orn travel.

"So, Jazz is the one that tackled you right? He met us when we first showed up." Elita walked up beside Bluestreak as the group of mechs grew smaller in the distance.

Bluestreak nodded. "I knew Jazz when he was a youngling. My teaching partner, and really close friend, is his Sire. Jazz has been causing Mayhem since before I met him. Climbing on bookshelves, desks, chairs. He likes to sneak around."

"A friend?"

"Yeah. Serenade and Kaymin."

Elita frowned. "Serenade is a black femme?"

"You know her?"

"She's helping with Special ops. She used to be a thief."

"A thief?"

Elita nodded. "Yeah, she worked with the council. If there was something they didn't want somebody to have, she'd steal it."

"Wow." Bluestreak mumbled.

Bluestreak stared up at the tall buildings. They were regular. Nothing new to him, but the feel of the city was tense. Sounds of the construction of buildings were filling the air. Bots were rushing every which way. Compared to Praxus, Iacon seemed a bit... hurried.

Optimus seemed a bit more relaxed as the group grew closer to the center of the city. Bluestreak wasn't the only one amazed with his surroundings. Barricade was halfway out of Ironhide's arms trying to catch a peek at the buildings and bots.

Elita stopped in front of a building, and nodded to Optimus. The two led the small group into the base and through the huge crowds. "I'm afraid this is where we split paths." Optimus announced. "Bluestreak will go with Elita, and I will take Ironhide, Chromia and Barricade."

Elita nodded. "Follow me, Blue."

Bluestreak nodded. "Where exactly are we?"

Elita glanced back. "This is the Iaconian military base. It's kind of busy, but that's because we're gathering mechs for training. Ironhide will be giving them evaluations, and then they'll be sent to their respective teachers. You'll be teaching marksmanship. I'm sure you'll be doing other stuff as well though."

Bluestreak nodded. "Where are we going?"

"I'm going to show you to the assembly hall, and then to your quarters. Tomorrow you'll be given a tour at the eighth joor. You'll meet in the assembly hall, and get a full briefing of your post, and duties as well as getting the tour."

Bluestreak nodded. "I see." He paid attention to the halls Elita turned down. Making mental notes of land marks he could use if he ever got lost, which was a definite.

After a while Elita stopped. "Your room mate and you will meet here."

"Room mate?"

"Yes, unless you have a family or you're an officer, you get a room mate." Elita frowned. "Is that a problem?"

"Uh... well, no. You just caught me by surprise. That's all."

Elita rolled her optics. "Your quarters are this way." Elita turned and began walking down the hall.

The further the two went inside the more crowded the halls seemed. Bluestreak had almost lost Elita a couple of times. Fortunately, the two made it to the housing area without a full blown incident.

"There's a data pad on each desk inside the room. They are the rules and regulations. You have three orns to read it and submit your quiz. If you fail that, you can't stay."

Bluestreak nodded. "Understood."

"The door code is 5470. There's an energon dispenser inside. Good luck." Elita quickly disappeared, leaving Bluestreak slightly nervous. He hadn't had a room mate since Prowl! That was such a long time ago!

What if his room mate didn't like him? What if they were mean? What if they were too nice? The two would be eternally locked in a polite argument over who chose who got what berth! It would be horrible!

Bluestreak took a deep breath as he typed in the room's code. The doors slowly slid open. The automatic lights inside the room remained off, shrouding the room in darkness.

Bluestreak stepped inside quietly, scared his new room mate might be in recharge. He flinched as his pede hit the corner of the bunk berth. Scrap!

Nothing.

No sound of shifting metal or groan of an upset mech.

He was in the clear.

Bluestreak tip toed across the room, and past the bunk berth. Two desks sat at the far side of the room each one facing the other. The data pads were sitting right where Elita said they would be. One in the center of each desk. Neither one were used. The mech obviously hadn't chosen a desk yet.

Bluestreak shuffled to the center of the room, and awkwardly stood there. He could wait for the mech to wake up.