A/N: My cat, Ironhide, is in an extremely loving mood right now, and he won't stop rubbing his face on my cheek, so I'm a very distracted typer right now. XD

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: You really gotta control that anger. XD You're talking like a giant hammer right? Cause I don't think a small hammer would do much good. She might. XD She is very attached to upper class snob. NO! He's fine with me! *Grips Bluestreak* You can't have him.

Zrexheartz: I know! I hope so! XD I wrote the first chapter this week, and I'm just waiting for my beta to yell at me and tell me to fix stuff!

StarOfIron: XD Thank you! I'm planning on there to be Jazz/Prowl! =D It's one of my favorite pairings!

Shizuka Taiyou: Yeah... XD It may seem like nothing to the mechs, but in our heads its THE most important thing. XD

Bluestreak paced in front of the comm. Unit. He just couldn't bring himself to contact his sire. He got close a couple of times. Frag, one time he was so close the comm. Unit was starting to connect the lines, but Bluestreak had quickly hung up before a connection was made.

The guilt hadn't really hit him fully until Ironhide yelled at him. Maybe he was acting like a brattling.

Ironhide was right on so many things. Bluestreak had over reacted. He should have handled the situation like an adult. He should have listened to everything his sire had to say. But he didn't.

Bluestreak slowly reached out to pull out the chair in front of the Comm station. He would comm. his sire. He wasn't a child, and he couldn't keep avoiding it! But what if his sire had decided to disown him?

Bluestreak's breathing became labored.

He would be pushed into exile and he'd have to get his doorwings ripped off!

Bluestreak quickly pushed the chair back in and quickly backed away. He couldn't do it! Not yet.

Bluestreak slowly backed away from the communication unit. He shook his helm as he sat down on his bottom berth. His doorwings sagged as he let his helm fall into his servos. "I'm so stupid. Why can't I just comm him?" Bluestreak jumped as the door to his room opened.

"Hi!" Hound smiled as he ran into the room. "I forgot a data pad that Mirage wants back." Hound quickly reached up to the top berth, and plucked a data pad off the berth. "Oh, and by the way, we have an assembly in about half a joor!"

"Thanks." Bluestreak smiled.

Hound stopped and stared at Bluestreak for a couple of seconds before he sighed. "Are you alright, Blue? I mean, well, you've been like this since Praxus. I, uh, I know I don't know you that well, but from what I do know about you, you seem like a really nice mech. I mean, nice mechs aren't usually this depressed. I-"

"I'm alright, Hound." Bluestreak smiled. "Don't worry too much about it!"

Hound shook his helm. "I don't know how you usually deal with whatever it is that's going on, but it helps if you talk to somebody about it. It doesn't have to be me, but I'll feel a lot better knowing you trust me as a room mate at least."

"I trust you!" Bluestreak stood up quickly. "I just... Don't think I don't trust you! I... I'm not good with talking about stuff like this. I could talk for hours if I want to, but I don't feel right pushing my problems on other bots." Bluestreak stared down at the ground. "I'm sorry."

Hound sighed as he nodded. "Yeah, don't worry about it. I guess I just got too exited about getting a new room mate. I thought we'd hit off immediately and become best friends like that. Sorry. I sometimes forget bots like their privacy. I'll see you later, Blue."

Bluestreak sighed as Hound quickly left the room. Who wasn't he upsetting this decaorn?

"Incoming communication for Bluestreak."

Bluestreak frowned as he walked up to the comm system. What if it was his Sire? Bluestreak positioned himself beside the comm out of view from the bot on the other end of transmission. "Connect." Bluestreak called.

"Connecting."

"Huh? Bluestreak? Are you there?"

"Smokescreen?" Bluestreak jumped up from his crouched position, and quickly took the seat in front of the comm system.

Smokescreen chuckled awkwardly as his sire came into view. "Hey. Um... What were you doing?"

Bluestreak fidgeted. "I was hiding."

Smokescreen nodded. "Yeah? From who?"

"Sire."

Smokescreen snorted. "I see. I just wanted to tell you I was coming to Iacon. My mentor, Ring, wa-"

"It's Rung." A voice came from off screen.

Smokescreen frowned. "Sorry, Rung." He chuckled a moment before he looked down awkwardly. "My bad. Anyways! Rung and I are coming to Iacon, so that Rung can do Psycho-evaluations on special Ops bots. I wanted to know if you wanted to meet up on base or something!"

Bluestreak smiled. "Of course Smokey! Why wouldn't I want to meet up?"

"Because I commed Prowl about a joor ago, and he told me that you left really suddenly. You know we worry."

Bluestreak glanced down guiltily. "I know. I am very sorry. I'll have to comm. Prowl after the assembly."

Smokescreen nodded. "That would be best. I hear that Synchro is pretty upset. Did you two have a fight?"

Bluestreak's look of guilt intensified. "I was acting like a sparkling. I can see that now."

Smokescreen sighed. "Sire, do you mind telling me what happened?"

"I got fed up. I guess. He just dropped in on me like it was nothing. Nobody really cared. I guess that they all already knew."

"Knew what?"

"Striker's my carrier."

Smokescreen frowned. "Sire, I-"

"You already knew too, didn't you?"

"I- Yes." Smokescreen sighed. "Synchro told me when you guys got me back from Striker. I'm sorry."

Bluestreak nodded. "I see."

"You're not upset are you? From what I understand, Prowl also knows."

Bluestreak sighed. "It's fine. I just kinda wonder what else he's keeping from me."

Smokescreen frowned. "I have to go, Sire. I'll be in Iacon the orn after next, alright? We'll meet up and talk, okay?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright. I love you, Smokey."

Smokescreen smiled. "I love you too, Sire."

Bluestreak's smile faded as the screen went dark. Of course he knew. Everybody knew. Everybody but him. Everybody but the one bot it affected the most. Bluestreak sighed as shook his helm. Life was a glitch.

Bluestreak slowly made his way to the assembly hall. He vaguely knew what the assembly was for. It was for the instructors who were going to be helping to train the new troops. Nobody really knew what they were doing. The only thing Bluestreak knew was that he was going to be training snipers. He just didn't know what else he was going to be helping with though.

"Blue!"

Bluestreak quickly turned as a black and white blur crashed into him. "Barricade!"

"Blue! Blue!"

Bluestreak laughed. "Yes! Yes!"

"I haven't seen you! Mia said that weren't here, but Hide said you were hiding from me cause you don't like me no more!" Barricade wrapped his arms around Bluestreak's legs. "That's not true, right?"

"Nope! I could never not like you! You're too cute!" Bluestreak lifted the youngling up. "In fact, I wish you were mine! I'd take care of you, and love you, and I would never let you out of my sight!"

Barricade frowned. "What if we were playing hide and seek?"

"I wouldn't let you play that game." Bluestreak smiled.

Barricade's nose crinkled up. "That's not fair!"

"That's the price of being onlined in such an adorable frame!" Bluestreak shrugged.

"What's the price for being onlined in such a sexy frame?"

Bluestreak jumped as a servo was slapped against his aft. "Ah!" A red and black helm popped up into his vision. "Sideswipe!"

"What?" Sideswipe shrugged. "Who's this little guy?"

"Don't touch Blue like that!" Barricade puffed his little chest up, and crossed his servos. "I'll kill you!"

Bluestreak's optics widened. "Barricade!"

"He's mine!"

Sideswipe stared at the youngling in shock. "He can't belong to anybody. He's a full grown mech!"

"You're an idiot!"

Bluestreak frowned. "Barricade, you can't say stuff like that. If you keep on going I'll have to tell Ironhide and Chromia."

Barricade's optics widened as he stared at Bluestreak. "No! I'll stop! I'll stop! Don't tell 'em!"

Bluestreak nodded. "Okay, but it happens again, I will."

"You will what?"

Bluestreak jumped a second time. "Chromia!"

The blue femme smirked as the praxian looked at her with betrayed optics. "What will you do, mech?"

"Nothing."

Chromia scooped Barricade out of Bluestreak's arms. "What was he going to do, Barri?"

Barricade stared at Chromia with wide optics. "No-" Chromia's optics narrowed. "He was going to tell you that I was being mean!"

Chromia frowned. "I thought I told you not to be mean."

Barricade squirmed around in Chromia's arms. "You did."

"And you were mean anyways?"

"Yeah."

"What?" Chromia raised her voice.

"Yes, ma'm!" Barricade yelled.

"No games for a decaorn." Chromia sighed. "You gotta be nice."

Bluestreak smiled as Chromia started to walk away. "Oh, Blue." She glanced back. "You're gonna be late if you're heading for that assembly."

"It's alright!" Bluestreak smiled. "I'll make it on time. I still have a breem."

Chromia nodded.

Sideswipe frowned. "That's Chromia?"

"Yeah. I told you about her, huh?"

Sideswipe smiled. "She didn't seem so bad. You were really good with that youngling though."

"I should be! I have two of my own."

Sideswipe's optics widened. "No way! You're bonded?"

Bluestreak chuckled. "Nope. I adopted. They're all grown now, though."

"Oh. Wow. So, how old are you?"

Bluestreak frowned. "Uhhh..."

"No offense, but I could have sworn you were in like a sub-adult frame!"

"No! I'm in my adult frame! I used to be a youngling teacher! I really like younglings and sparklings."

"So, how old?"

Bluestreak chuckled. "Secret."

Sideswipe frowned. "Fine. After your little assembly meet me in the rec room on the third floor, okay?"

Bluestreak frowned. "Why?"

"You've seemed down! Especially on the journey here." Sideswipe shrugged. "I also kinda want to get to know you better! I mean, you and Hound are pretty much the only bots I know, and what can I say? I'm a social bot."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright."