A/N: FUHHH! GUYS! IF YOU DON'T SEE AN UPDATE BEFORE ELEVEN PM ON A SATURDAY! BUG ME! REMIND ME TO UPDATE! XD I was laying in bed and it's three am Sunday morning, and I realize I forgot to update this. Today's just been one of those days...

Before I start what I really need to say. DEADPOOL IS AWESOME! Now, onto what I need to say. Um. I went from like twenty chapters ahead to one. shifts on feet* My bad. I'm trying to catch up, I really am, but if I miss a week or something, it's my fault and I understand if some of you want to like throw a brick at me. (My beta already does.)

REVIEWS

Ivory Crawler: XD Prowl can be cute if he wants to! He just doesn't usually want to.

Autobotschic: XD He'll just smack the crap out of her! XD Maybe he does... Maybbe they don't. Maybe they're already getting one from me. XD I actually based that portion of him on the MTMTE Comic series. He's great in them.

Answerthecall: XD Thank you! I try my best! (Even if it means falling behind) XD

Shizuka Taiyou: I don't think it's in Prowl to give up like that. XD It'll take a lot more than Striker running a meeting.

Zrexheartz: XD Oh god! That would be amazing! And Bluestreak's just so dense that he would never even notice Hound chasing his tail around!

StarOfIron: Aww! Thank you! Synchro tries. XD Synchro is actually one of my favorites. =D

Bluestreak smiled as Iacon finally entered his sights. The trip back wasn't as positive as he had wished it would have gone. Hound and Sunstreaker wouldn't so much as look at each other, and Sideswipe continuously edged the yellow mech on, which mostly ended with a very violent brawl.

Bluestreak had surprisingly remained pretty quiet through most of the time. He couldn't remember the last time he was a quiet as he had been. At the beginning of the second orn Bluestreak had tried to put on one of his fake smiles. He had tried to talk animatedly with the group, but he couldn't bring himself to keep the act up for too long.

Hound's face lit up as he ran forward. "Mirage!" He stopped in front of a lean built mech. The mech's paint was a shinning blue and white, reflecting the caste he had come from.

Bluestreak frowned as he looked around at the huge crowd of people. They were right in front of the base. When did we get here? Bluestreak pulled himself out of his thoughts, and watched Hound speak to the blue and White mech. His arms floating around gesturing what he was saying to add emphasis.

"Mirage", The blue and white mech, didn't seem nearly as enthusiastic as Hound did. He his gaze was cold, and his posture was tall. After a moment, he opted to examine his digits instead of listening to Hound speak.

Hound motioned for Bluestreak and the rest to come over. As soon as they reached the green mech, Hound started speaking. "Mirage, this is Bluestreak. He's my room mate! Cool, huh?"

Mirage snorted as he examined Bluestreak. "Him and his friends look like the slag that lays on the side of the streets. It'll be best if you got rid of them, Hound."

Bluestreak's mouth fell open. Did that mech jus... Yeah, he did...

Sunstreaker growled. "Shut the frag up! Who are you say that?"

"Mirage rolled his optics. "Like it's any of your business. Maybe you and the rest of your scum can go run off now."

"I'm about to make it my fragging business!" Sunstreaker lurched forward only to be caught by Sideswipe, and pulled back.

"Don't let him get to you, Sunny!"

"Don't call me that!"

Mirage turned back to Hound. "I have get going, but I'll meet you somewhere later. Try not to show up looking like you do now, or like your friends. It'll make me look bad."

Hound smiled. "Don't worry! I won't!"

Mirage nodded curtly before he walked away. Hound turned to Bluestreak and frowned. "I'm really sorry about that! I- I didn't think he'd act like that. I feel really bad."

Sunstreaker stomped forward. "That's your friend?"

Hound glared. "Yeah. He is my friend."

Sunstreaker shook his helm. "If that's how all the bots around here act then I want nothing to do with this fragging place!"

Sideswipe frowned. "Sunny, I doubt that's how all the bots are." He walked up to Sunstreaker, and smiled. "Come on, let's go check in, and see our room! I hope they put us in the same room! I bet our berths are going to be awesome! The other night at Blue's house was the first time I remember sleeping on a berth! It was awesome!"

Sunstreaker frowned. "Fine."

Hound turned to Bluestreak as the twins walked away. "I'm really sorry about Mirage."

"I, uh, That's the first time I've ever met somebody like that."

"Really? I thought with you being high caste, you'd meet people like that a lot." Hound shrugged. "Mirage is actually not that bad. He acts like with people he barely knows. It's how his creators taught him to act. Be proud of your caste, and show it."

Bluestreak frowned. "Really?"

Hound shrugged. "Yeah. He's a lot different when you get to know him."

Bluestreak sighed as he and Hound stood in front of the Prime's door. He glanced over to Hound and the mech nodded. Bluestreak took a deep breath as he knocked on the door. The doors slid open, and the two walked in.

The Prime sat at his desk, a data pad held up to his face. Ironhide stood at the Prime's side, and nodded to the two mechs. "Welcome back."

The Prime glanced up, and smiled as he put down his data pad. "Welcome back. How did it go?"

Bluestreak smiled back at the prime, and pulled out three data pads. "The top one is our report and the bottom two are the forms for the two mechs we brought back. They are a set of twins from the gladiatorial pits. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."

"Only two?"

Hound nodded. "They said most of Kaon was already with Megatron."

Optimus nodded. "I see. Thank you for your hard work. May I ask where the two mechs are now?"

"They ran off. Sideswipe wanted to see the base, and find out where their room was."

Optimus nodded. "I see. Thank you again." Optimus dismissed the two.

Hound turned to walk away. "You coming?"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "Prime, Sir, would you mind if I talked to Ironhide for a bit. It's important."

Ironhide's gaze hardened as Optimus sent a questioning gaze. "Of course you may. I'll be here waiting Ironhide. I promise I won't run off like last time."

"Like slag you won't."

Optimus smiled as the three mechs left his office.

Hound turned to Bluestreak. "I'm going to the wash racks to get all clean before I meet Mirage. I'll see you later."

Bluestreak nodded. "Okay." He turned to Ironhide and frowned. "Is there somewhere other than a busy hallway where we can talk?"

Ironhide sighed. "Follow me." Ironhide started down the hallway with a frown. He turned a couple of times before he walked into a room. "Come on."

Bluestreak stepped in, and frowned. It was small meeting room. "Thanks."

Ironhide nodded as he threw himself down onto a chair. "What did ya want?"

"Did you know?" Bluestreak asked as he leaned up against the wall, rubbing his left arm, and gazing down at the floor.

"Know about what?"

Bluestreak shook his helm slowly. "About Striker. Did you know he was my carrier?"

Ironhide sighed. "I did."

"Did you know Sire and him were in a Pre-bond?"

"I did."

"Does Prowl?"

"That's something you have to bring up to him on your own."

Bluestreak pushed himself off the wall, and began to walk away.

"Blue."

Bluestreak stopped and turned back. "What?"

Ironhide stood up, and sighed. "Nobody meant to hurt you by keeping it from you. Synchro least of all."

"Sire should of thought about it before hand then."

Ironhide shook his helm. "You're acting like a brattling. Your sire is sick, and the only thing you have to say to him is you hate him?"

Bluestreak glared at the huge mech. "You've already talked to Sire?"

"Yes, and I advise you to apologize to the old Slagger. He's not doing well." Ironhide paused. "You can be mad at him all you want, but you better take back what you said."

"You don't think I'm already feeling guilty about it?" Bluestreak yelled. "He's the one who asked for it though! My whole life he's lied to me. To make matter worse, if I hadn't of walked in on them, then he'd still be lying to me! I'm his creation! His family! You're not supposed to lie to family."

Ironhide shook his helm. "Maybe he didn't think you were mature enough to know. Perhaps he thought you'd react just like you are reacting right now! Like an immature sparkling!" Bluestreak's optics widened as Ironhide yelled at him. "Grow up, Bluestreak."

"I'm S-"

"I'm not the one you should be talking to, Bluestreak." Ironhide shook his helm as he started walking away. "Oh, and just remember, I hate you, could be the last thing you ever say to Synchro." Ironhide called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

Bluestreak sighed as he slowly dragged himself out of the room. "Maybe I should talk to Prowl, and see how Sire is."

PG

Elita-One frowned as she walked up to the meeting room she was supposed be setting up. Muffled voices floated out of the room. Elita-One leaned up against the wall, and heightened her Audio sensitivity.

"Know about what?" It sounded like Ironhide.

"About Striker. Did you know he was my carrier?" Who was that voice? Wait. Bluestreak? Elita-One growled in her helm. Striker is his Carrier?

Ironhide sighed. "I did." Ironhide knew?

"Did you know Sire and him were in a Pre-bond?"

"I did."

"Does Prowl?"

"That's something you have to bring up to him on your own."

Shuffling came from the room, and Elita was about to walk off, but then Ironhide began speaking again.

"Blue." Ironhide's voice called out

Bluestreak stopped and turned back. "What?"

Ironhide sighed. "Nobody meant to hurt you by keeping it from you. Synchro least of all."

"Sire should of thought about it before hand then." Bluestreak shot back.

Elita's optics widened. Synchro is his Sire!?

Elita-One ran down the hallway, and right into Optimus's office. She slid to a stop before he rammed right into the mech's desk. "He's Synchro's youngling!"

Optimus frowned as he sat down the data pad he was working on. "Excuse me?"

"Bluestreak is Synchro's youngling. I just heard him and Ironhide talking about it!"

Optimus sighed. "Elita, that doesn't mean anything."

"Doesn't mean anything! It means everything! He offlined the last prime because his Sire told him to! Now I bet he's getting close to you so he can do the same thing!" Elita frowned.

"Elita, I don't think that is what's goin on."

"Striker is he carrier! He's the heir of both Praxus underground groups! He's made of pretty much pure EVIL!"

Optimus chuckled. "Do you know how crazy you sound?"

"If worrying about you is crazy then, yes. I do."

"Bluestreak is not pure evil. He is a very kind mech."

Elita-one sighed.

Optimus stood up, and put a servo on the femme's shoulder. "Do not worry. I understand where you are coming from, but you do not need to worry. Just calm down, and get to know the mech. You spent the whole time in Praxus worried because the whole underground thing was your idea. You didn't get a chance to absorb your surroundings. Every mech in that place was happy to be there, they loved it there. I saw mechs of every caste. You met Charger, yes?"

Elita-One nodded. "Yes."

"He was of a very low caste." Optimus started. "His bonded, Crypt, was of a very high caste. That is how I want Cybertron to be. Synchro, though corrupted, yes, was on the right track. Besides, it was the councils fault for Sentinel's assassination.

"I believe you are looking at this in the wrong perspective. Synchro had no choice but to kill Sentinel. He sent his most trusted mech, which happened to be his youngling, to do the job. He wasn't paid for his job. He was given security that Praxus would live on. Though Synchro is corrupted, he opted to Protect his city. Something not even the city-states own rulers would do."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Synchro is Corrupt, but the rulers that are in place now, are much more so." Optimus sighed. "You are saying it's all Bluestreak's fault for what happened, and that the mech is awful because his creators were. Though, I bet, in your own helm you believe the creation of Praxus's ruler is the kindest mech you've ever met."

Elita-one frowned. "I see."

"Get to know Bluestreak for yourself. Do not judge blindly."

Elita-one nodded. "I won't."

Optimus nodded. "Good. On that note, I failed to finish my speech for the meeting."

"Optimus!" Elita-one yelled. "You were supposed to have it finished by the meeting!"

Optimus smiled. "I am sorry."

Elita sighed. "Do you at least have the one ready for assembly of the trainers this afternoon?"

"About that."

"ORION PAX!"

Optimus frowned. "Ariel."

Elita growled. "Forget it! You can just ad-lib!" Elita-One stomped up to the door and waited for it open, as it did Ironhide stood there about to type in the last digit of the code. Elita growled again, and shoved Ironhide out of the way.

Ironhide looked back at the femme and frowned. "What did you do to her now?"

"Nothing."

Ironhide chuckled. "I see. I do nothing to Chromia all the time. She still gets pissed."

Optimus smiled.