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Answerthecall: No big deal! I completely understand! Life, it happens. XD Thank you! I'm glad!

Storylovers91: XD I'm glad! Yeah, it was a little slow, but this one is a little big intense to make up for that! XD Well, I feel like it is, anyways.

Autobotschic: XD No! Your internet is failing you! XD Hound tries to be sneaky, but lets face it, he's no Jazz. I know! His constant talking wouldn't even get on my nerves! XD That can be the next Black and Blue chapter! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: right? XD Poor Hound. He's so curious, but nobody is helping his cravings for knowledge!

Ivory Crawler: Thank you!

Bluestreak onlined his optics, and glanced around. He fell asleep at his table. He glanced over to Hound, who was passed out on the floor, and let out a giggle at the sight of the mech sprawled over face first. He silently stood up and let out a stretch. His doorwings quivered as they extended away from the gray mech's back as far as they could before they fell back in place.

Bluestreak sighed as he tried to get energon out of his room's dispenser. "Slag." Nothing came out. Bluestreak gave a sideways glance to Hound as he slowly walked out of the room, empty cube in servo. He walked over to next room and knocked. His Sire should be up about this time.

The door opened, and Bluestreak walked in, and past the green and gray mech that opened the door. "Sire, I just need ener..." Bluestreak did a double take at the mech. "You're not Sire."

Striker raised an optic ridge. "No, I'm not."

Bluestreak backed out of the room, and checked the number on the door. It was the right room. Bluestreak stepped back into the room, and glanced around awkwardly. "Is Sire in here?"

Striker turned away from Bluestreak and sat down at the table, leaned back in his chair, and made himself comfortable. "Get your energon and leave. You know where the dispenser is."

Bluestreak glanced around again. "Where's Sire?"

"Hey, Striker! Little Synchro is waiting!"

Bluestreak froze, his optics halfway bulging out his face. "Little... OH PRIMUS!" Bluestreak dropped his cube, and sprinted out of the room.

Striker raised an optic ridge. "You scared the youngling!"

"What? You- Frag it! Blue! Come back!" Synchro's voice rang from the berth room. "Striker, demagnetize me right now!"

"I'm good." Striker called back.

Bluestreak sprinted down the hall, and made a sharp right. He entered a code, and ran into the room. "Prowl!"

"What the slag?" A yellow and black help popped up from a berth.

Bluestreak stared at Sunstreaker. "I'm offlining, aren't I?"

"What?"

"This is all a nightmare, and I'm going to offline, cause you're a crazy serial killer! You're going to cut off my wings, and my chevron and you're gonna hang them in your quarters as a trophy! You'll show them to your friends, and they'll comment about how shiny you kept them! Then they'll ask you what wax you use, and you'll just say that you don't use any they-"

"SHUT UP!" Sunstreaker shoved Sideswipe off the berth, and glared as he hit the floor, not even budging from his recharge. "What the slag? You're just going to barge in without so much as knocking? Is that how Praxians work?"

"I thought it was Prowl's room." Bluestreak backed up. "Please don't offline me!"

"Primus! I'm not offlining anybody!" Sunstreaker glared. "What the frag is wrong with you?"

"MY SIRE IS INTERFACING WITH STRIKER!" Bluestreak yelled.

Sunstreaker stared at Bluestreak with wide optics. "Oh gross! Who wants to- Oh Primus! I can never unhear that!"

"I know!" Bluestreak yelled.

"Disgusting."

"Sunny." Sideswipe whined as he stood up off the floor. "Why am I on the floor?"

"It's Sunstreaker!"

"Oh, hey! It's Bluestreak! What's u... What's wrong?"

"Shut up!" Sunstreaker pointed his words to Bluestreak. "Don't you dare say it!"

"Don't say what?"

Bluestreak whimpered. "I think I'm going to go see Ratchet and see if he can wipe my processor clean."

"Primus, I don't care where you go, just leave!" Sunstreaker growled as he climbed back on his berth. "Disgusting slagger."

Sideswipe frowned as Bluestreak slinked out of the room. "What was that about?"

"Shut up."

Prowl glanced down at his friend as he recharged on the floor. "Jazz." The primarily white mech ignored him as his engine rumbled. Prowl sighed. "Jazz, wake up. Why are you even here?"

"Prrrooowwwlll!" Jazz whined. "I just wanted to recharge in your quarters like we used to do."

"You mean when we were younglings. I think we're past that stage in our lives." Prowl walked up to a mirror and checked his reflection. His wings stood tall, full of pride just as Synchro and Bluestreak had taught him when he was younger. His paint glimmered as Prowl checked to make sure his wax hadn't smudged during his recharge cycle.

"Making yourself look pretty?" Jazz snickered as he stood up off the floor.

"I am making sure I am presentable for the meeting." Prowl sighed.

Jazz slowly walked up to Prowl, a frown on his face. "Ya won't disappoint anybody." He brought his servo up, and adjusted the golden crest on Prowl's chevron. "Ah'm sure Synchro and Blue are proud of ya just cause ya're tryin."

Prowl glanced away from Jazz with a nod. "I see. Thank you, Jazz."

Jazz nodded. "Don' worry 'bout it, Prowl. Just use tha' battle computer of yer's and tell 'em who's boss."

"Synchro is." Prowl answered.

Jazz laughed. "There ya go!"

Prowl nodded to the mech with his new found confidence. He turned away from Jazz, and began walking before he stopped. "Oh, and Jazz, I have not forgotten about how you have to flip all of Red's cameras back." He smiled at Jazz's deflated expression before he walked out of the room.

Prowl stepped out of his room, and frowned, loud yells rang through the hall.

"Well if you hadn't of opened the door, he wouldn't have walked in!"

"I doubt it was my fault that the slagger just walked in when I opened it!"

Prowl frowned as he turned to the yelling. He sighed as Synchro stomped towards him. "Synchro."

"Where's Blue?"

Prowl glanced back to Striker, who rolled his optics at Synchro's demanding tone. "Bluestreak? I haven't seen him this morning. I just left my quarters."

Synchro sneered before he continued stomping loudly down the hall. Striker sighed as he glanced over to Prowl. "Why are you so shiny."

"Because I have set standards for myself." Prowl answered as he walked away from the mech. "You should get some."

Striker growled. "It was a simple question."

"I believe I gave you a simple answer." Prowl turned back to Striker. "Why is Synchro looking for Bluestreak? Did the two of you check his quarters?"

"Bluestreak walked into a very unfortunate scene this morning. Yes, we checked his quarters. The green one was useless."

"Have you asked Red Alert?"

"Who can get through to that psychopath." Striker muttered as he walked away.

Prowl sighed, the feeling of dread that usually accompanied a visit to Red Alert's office sunk through his armor. How could his day get any worse?

Crypt groaned as banging echoed through Charger's and his unit. He slowly sat up, and pushed Charger's servos away from his waist. "Crypt," Charger groaned, "let them knock until they go away."

Crypt rolled his optics. "I would, but they've been slamming on the door for about five Breems. It's obviously important." He stood up off their berth, and pushed himself through their unit, right to the door. He typed in the security code, and the door slide open. "Bluestreak?"

"Crypt!" Bluestreak threw himself onto the older Praxian.

"Wha-"

"It's awful!" Bluestreak hung onto Crypt as the mech struggled to get free.

"Lord Bluestreak, please calm down." Crypt pried himself away from Bluestreak. "What's wrong?"

"S-sire!"

Crypt's attention was immediately caught. His Doorwings flared as his guard rose. "What's wrong with Lord Synchro? Where is he?"

"He's interfacing with Striker!"

Crypts doorwings fell as he stared at Bluestreak's panicked frame. "That's it?"

"T-that's it?" Bluestreak entered full panic mode. "That's it? My sire is interfacing with his worst enemy. What if Striker is forcing him? What if he didn't want to say those things? What if Striker WIPED HIS MIND?"

Crypt sighed as walked over to couch. "Listen, Blue, Charger and I just got back about a joor ago. We really need some recharge. How about you calm down, alright? Go back to your quarters, and get some rest, just like Charger and I are doing. Then, after you're nice and calm, we'll talk about it."

Bluestreak stared at Crypt. "No! You don't understand!"

Crypt groaned as he brought his servo down over his face. "Lord Bluestreak, I understand what you're saying, I-"

"Then you're not comprehending!"

"No, I'm comprehending it as well. I just don't think you know how much of a normal thing this is."

Bluestreak grabbed his helm in his servo. "It's not NORMAL! My sire is interfacing with his enemy!"

"Enemy is a strong word." Crypt sighed. "Listen, I commed your sire, and he's on his way, so just relax, and I'm going back to recharge."

"You commed him?"

"Yes. Have a nice day, Lord Bluestreak." Crypt got up off the couch, and slowly made his way back his room.

Charger glanced up from the berth with tired optics. "Hurry up."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Shut up." Charger rolled over, turning his back to his mate.

Crypt rolled his optics as crawled into the berth. "Make me."

Synchro paced in front of Charger and Crypt's door. "Primus. What do I say?"

"You were over charged." Striker leaned against the wall, watching as his pre-bonded moved back and forth.

"That doesn't work for everything!"

"Does for me."

"Well, I'm not you, and Bluestreak isn't one of your stupid acquaintances."

"If he's anything like you he is." Striker shot back.

"Will you shut up?" Synchro glared.

Striker rolled his optics. "Go inside. You're as prepared as you're going to be."

"Shut up." Synchro walked up to the door, and typed in his override codes. The door slid open, and the two mechs walked in. "Blue?" Synchro called out.

"S-sire?"

Striker pushed past Synchro. "You."

Bluestreak jumped up. "Um, I-"

"Listen to me!" Striker growled. "Sit the frag down."

Synchro walked up behind Striker as Bluestreak glanced around, unsure of what he should do. He finally decided to sit down, looking as submissive as possible.

"What's so wrong with your sire getting a good frag?" Striker glared.

"I- well I-"

"You're little slagger. You think just because we're old we can't frag?"

"No!" Bluestreak yelled.

Synchro placed his servo on Striker's shoulder. "Striker, I-"

"Shut up."

"Don't talk to him like that!" Bluestreak's door wings flew up in an offensive posture.

"I can talk to my pre-bonded however the frag I want."

"Oh Primus." Synchro turned and started out the door. "I'm just going to jump off a cliff or something."

"P-pre-bonded?" Bluestreak jumped off the couch. "What do you mean? Sire, what's-"

Synchro pushed a smile on his face. "Blue, you know I love you, right?"

"Sire."

"Oh wow." Synchro sighed. "Blue, meet your carrier."

"I- I don't understand." Bluestreak sat down slowly. "C-carrier?"

Synchro looked over to Striker, and nodded his helm to the door. Striker huffed, picking up the hint, and left the unit, leaving Bluestreak and Synchro alone. Synchro slowly walked up to Bluestreak. "Blue, you see, when two bots love each ot-"

"I know that." Bluestreak leaned back on the couch. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, though?"

Synchro sent a strange look to Bluestreak. "Well, I thought the tutors would teach you."

"Sire! That's not what I meant! I'm talking about Striker!"

"Oh, well, I can't say we have the most normal relationship. Well, that and he didn't want you." Synchro sighed. "Blue, everybody does something they regret, a-"

"I'm a regret?"

"No! No, Blue, not to me! I don't think Striker regrets you either! I'm just saying... Frag, what am I saying?"

Bluestreak stood up. "Just tell me why you didn't tell me about Striker and you!"

Synchro sighed. "To protect you. As far as you're concerned, you don't have a carrier. That is a job Striker rejected. He didn't want that job. You shouldn't feel anything towards him besides what ever opinion of him you have."

"But this makes him family?"

"He's not your family." Synchro sighed. "He's my family. You're family is the Helix group."

"You don't get it do you?" Bluestreak yelled. "I'm tired of it! All the secrets you keep from me! All of it! Striker being my carrier. Prowl taking over the Helix group. Your spark beginning to fade! What happened to family shares everything?"

Synchro looked away from Bluestreak. "Family protects family, Bluestreak."

"That stuff wasn't to protect me! That stuff was for your self security, and what's worse? You dragged Prowl into it! I- I hate you!" Bluestreak quickly turned, and sprinted out of the unit.