A/N: My mom came up to me today, and said. "You're eighteen right?" I grew suspicious and said, "Yes, Mother, I am. Why?" And this is what she had to say. "You're eighteen and have only had one boyfriend. How many girlfriends have you had, cause it is not normal." It took me a second to explain to my mother, I have only been in ONE relationship, and it was because I scare people off with my strange nerdy social awkwardness. My mother's advice was, "Just stop. Stop being socially awkward. Stop being a nerd, and stop being strange." ... For some reason I don't think she understands. On the up side, I got some kreo mini figures! You know the ones like the lego men, and I played with them for hours! XD

Anyways I'm updating now, cause I'm going out of town until monday. I leave tomorrow morning, and quite frankly I'm not waking up until five minutes before we leave, soooo yeeeaaahhh...

REVIEWS!

AnswerTheCall: Haha thanks! I'll try! I started out being twenty chapters ahead of when I upload, and I'm falling so far behind. I'm up to only four ahead now, I'm trying to be at least ten. XD

Shizuka Taiyou: Because I'm an evil author and enjoy making people fear for Bluestreak's well being? XD I'm not sure what gave you that idea! XD

Autobotschic: I'm also a ProwlXJazz girl, but something about The two glitchiest bots we know getting together just makes me warm and fuzzy inside. (Squee!) XD Bluestreak would freak the frag out! He'd literally go psycho!

Bluestreak sat scrunched up in a corner reading the data pad off one of the desks. He took a chance and chose one, hoping his room mate wouldn't be upset.

Speaking of his room mate. The mech hadn't made a sound. Bluestreak couldn't see anything because of the darkness, but he was almost positive there was a mech in the room. Why else would the lights not come on when he walked in?

His room mate must have set them not to automatically activate, so they wouldn't wake him up!

Bluestreak pushed himself further into the corner. He didn't want to take over the mech's desk and things. He especially didn't want to upset the mech. That would awful! What if the mech was super possessive of his stuff, and decided to murder Bluestreak while he recharged peacefully on the berth that was supposed to belong to him?

Bluestreak jumped up and started charging out of the room. He jumped back as the door opened, and light flooded in. "What are you doing?"

Bluestreak's optics widened in shock at the dark green mech. He smiled at Bluestreak, and reached out his servo. "Hound."

Bluestreak frowned when he glanced back at the bunk berths. They were both empty. Bluestreak frowned at himself. "You weren't in here?"

Hound's helm fell the side. "What?"

"I thought you…" Bluestreak pointed to the berths. "I thought you were in here!"

"Huh? No. I just got here."

Bluestreak's door wings fell to down against his back. Hound perked up, his optics lit up as his digits began to twitch in front of his face. "Woah! Praxian door wings really do move with your emotions!" He ran behind Bluestreak, making him slightly nervous. "Can I touch them?"

"Um, well… I guess, just don't be rough. They're really sensitive."

Bluestreak shivered as Hound ran his servos over the front panel of his door wings. "Wow. They're so delicate and entrancing"

"E-entrancing?" Bluestreak felt his nervousness spike.

"Yeah! They're really cool!" Hound came back around Bluestreak and pushed him inside the room. The doors slid closed and the room was once again filled with darkness.

Bluestreak stared at Hound's glowing blue optics that were floating in mid-air. "Oops." Hound muttered. "Lights? Right. We need lights. Lights!" Hound began to call the word over and over again, as if by calling out to the lights they would magically come on. "Scrap!" Hound bumped into Bluestreak causing him to fall to the ground.

"Ow." Bluestreak muttered.

"I'm so sorry!" Hound called. "I didn't mean to!"

"It's alright. Maybe if we feel around we can find the control panel." Bluestreak suggested.

"Of course!" There was a loud crash as Hound smashed his Pede against the beths. "Ow!"

Bluestreak began crawling forward, feeling around on the wall. He smiled to himself as he felt a panel. That was strange. Why was it so close to the floor. Bluestreak gave the panel a grab looking for the handle.

"WOAH!" Hound yelped. "Wrong panel!"

At that moment the door opened, and the lights flashed on. The two mechs flinched at the sudden brightness that filled their optics. Ironhide stood in the door way his optics wide, with a confused Barricade. "What the frag?"

Ironhide's servo dropped down over Barricade's face, blocking his view. Barricade struggled to remove Ironhide's servo, but was no match for the former mercenary, and current body guard of the Prime.

Bluestreak's servos were still on Hound's interface panel while he was on his knees. Hound was leaned up against the berths, his legs spread wider than a mech would usually be standing.

The two quickly moved away from each other. Bluestreak fell on his aft while Hound ran towards the desks. Ironhide's servo dropped from Barricade's face.

"Ironhide!" Bluestreak's optics were wide.

"I was just dropping by to tell you that your sire wants you to call him. I'll leave you two to your business."

Hound jumped. "NO! We weren't…I mean, I don't even know his designation!"

Ironhide raised an optic ridge. "That's just low."

Bluestreak's door wings twitched in embarrassment. "It's true. We weren't doing anything."

Ironhide frowned. "Alright then. Primus tell, what were you two doing?"

"We were looking for the control panel."

Hound sighed. "It's my fault. I pushed him into the room so I could get a better view of his door wings."

"The lights were off, and apparently they weren't set for motion detector." Bluestreak frowned.

Ironhide nodded. "The panels are set on a timer. We arrived early so they didn't activate until, apparently, I got here." He pointed to a panel on the left side of the door. "It's right here, by the way."

"Thanks." Bluestreak sighed.

Ironhide nodded. "Sure." He offered Bluestreak a servo, and helped him up. "Don't forget to call your sire."

"I won't." Bluestreak nodded.

Ironhide smiled and gabbed Barricade by the scruff of his neck, earning a wild laugh. "Come on youngling." The doors silently closed behind Ironhide.

Bluestreak turned to Hound and held out his servo. "I'm sorry, I'm Bluestreak. You can just call me Blue though."

Hound shook his servo. "Which bunk?"

"You can choose!" Bluestreak smiled.

"I'll take the top. You choose which desk you want, you know, since I got first choice of Berths."

Bluestreak frowned. "Um, I'll take the one on the left since I already stole the data pad off of it while I thought you were recharging."

Hound laughed. "Alright."

Ironhide laughed uncontrollably as he walked into his new unit, and put Barricade down. "Oh Primus."

Chromia glanced over to him while she read a data pad."What?"

"Blue has the worst luck. I walked in on him and his room mate searching for the control panel to turn the lights on. Oh, Blue found a panel alright!"

Chromia's optics widened. "No!" She leaned forward, optics twinkling.

"Yup! Right on the other mech's cod piece. It looked like the two were this close to interfacing."

Chromia laughed. "Poor mech."

"To make matters worse the other bot was leaning up against the berths with a funny look on his faceplates! His only defense was he didn't even know Blue's name!"

Chromia began laughing again. "Oh Primus!"

The small forgotten Barricade looked up to Ironhide. "What's interfacing?"

Chromia jumped up. "I'll leave that to you!"

Ironhide frowned at the small innocent bot. "Frag."