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Bluestreak stared at the bottom of the berth above him. Team Leader? Him? This had to be a joke. It was ridiculous! He slowly rolled onto his side, checking his internal chronometer. He let out a small groan. It was morning already. He hadn't gotten a wink of recharge. Perfect.

"Incoming communication."

Bluestreak frowned as he sat up and gave a childish glare to the comm. unit.

"Incoming Communication." The machine repeated.

Bluestreak sighed with defeat as stood up and walked over to the machine. He pressed the answer button, and sat down in the chair. He stared at the figure in front of him, and the bot stared back. "Prowl?"

Prowl nodded. "Bluestreak. How have you been? You left so suddenly."

Bluestreak glanced down, and bit his bottom lip component. He left, and didn't so much as think of Prowl. He must have been worrying. "I'm sorry, I-"

"I understand. I cannot say I am fond of Striker either." Prowl cut him off. He leaned back in his chair.

"It wasn't just that. I- forget it. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

Prowl frowned. "I never said yo-"

"I'm not dumb." Bluestreak frowned. "I can still tell when you're upset. You always talk all professional like when you're upset or dejected. You've done it since you were small. Whether you were upset at me or-"

"I am not upset at you, and you did not hurt me. I am upset at Sliver and Scatter Frost." Prowl sighed, a small frown inching its way across his face.

Bluestreak's helm fell to the side. "I'm confused. What did they do?"

"Gossip." Prowls optic ridges heightened a bit on his helm.

Bluestreak frowned. "Why are you lying to me?"

"I am not lying." Prowl glanced away."

Bluestreak gave Prowl a firm stare. "Okay. Why aren't you telling me the whole story?"

Prowl sighed. "Sire, I-"

"Prowl, tell me!" Bluestreak raised his voice. "You're not going to soften me up by calling me Sire either. It worked when you were young, but you're getting old now."

Prowl leaned back. "I am not old."

"Don't change the subject."

Prowl nodded. "Yes, sir." He sat up straight in his chair. "I cannot say for certain that I know the whole story myself. What I do know is that a femme from Kaon, a friend of the twins', asked them what they knew about Sentinel."

Bluestreak went rigid in his chair. "What about it?"

"The femme wanted to know how he was shot, and she wanted to know about you." Prowl answered. Bluestreak's optics widened as Prowl continued. "Her designation is Covenant. She was known for being against Sentinel's ruling, and it made no sense that she wanted to know about you. Though something she said has me worried. She apparently wants to rip you apart."

"W-what?"

"I will not let anybody harm you. I will not even let them get close to you. At the moment I have Jazz looking for the femme and gathering as much information about her as possible. I promise."

Bluestreak's helm fell. He stared at his lap for a moment before he shook his helm. "Don't promise anything. It's fine. I-I'll take care of everything my-myself. I-I-It'll all be fine."

"Bl-"

I mean I'm surrounded by mechs who are getting ready fo-"

"Sire!" Bluestreak went silent. "Sire, look at me." Prowl ordered. Bluestreak glanced up. Prowl, deciding that was the best he was going to get, started talking. "The femme doesn't even know your real designation. To find that out she'll have to go through Striker, Synchro, and/or me."

Bluestreak stared at the screen, halfway to hysterics. "I get it."

Prowl nodded. "Yo-"

"This is my punishment!"

Prowl frowned. "Punishment?"

"For killing all those bots! This is my punishment!"

"Bl-"

"It's true! I've killed a lot, and now it's my turn to get killed."

Prowl stared at Bluestreak and shook his helm. "No. We won't let the femme near you. Everything will be fine. Do you understand?"

Bluestreak slowly nodded. "Yeah."

"Promise to talk to Synchro soon."

Bluestreak nodded again. "Yeah."

"Bluestreak, everything will be fine. I'll talk with you next chance I get. I have to go."

"Yeah…"

Prowl frowned before the screen went dark.

Sideswipe glared at Sunstreaker from his side of the table. "It'll be your fault if he dies." Sunstreaker ignored him as he took a sip from his energon cube. "How do you feel about that? His life energon on your servos."

Sunstreaker glanced up. "Is that the best you have? There's a lot of mech's life energon on my servos. Get over it. He doesn't need to know."

Sideswipe glared. "You know her as well as I do! He needs to know!"

Sunstreaker glared back. "What's he going to do? How's he going to avoid her? We all know he doesn't stand a chance! He's the hunted, not the hunter this time. Just because he took out Sentinel, An assassination, might I add, does not mean he can go helm to helm with Covenant! Especially a pissed off Covenant!"

Sideswipe shook his helm. "He could prepare himself! He could get stronger and then take her on!"

"You tell him, and he'll spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder wondering when the femme is going to pounce. There is no getting prepared." Sunstreaker sighed. "Believe me, I want to tell him, BUT, if you do, you'll only end up making him a nervous wreck."

Sideswipe glared down at his energon. "Why is she even so pissed off at him anyways?"

Sunstreaker shrugged. "Who the frag knows."

Sideswipe smirked. "I bet we could take her on!" He jumped out of his seat. "We can protect him!"

Sunstreaker glared at Sideswipe. "Are you insane?"

Sideswipe shrugged. "Us together at least stand a chance."

Sunstreaker leaned back in his chair. "You're an idiot."

"So we'll do it? If she ever finds Blue that is."

"We will, and she will." Sunstreaker sighed. "We must both be idiots."

"He's our first friend! I hear people do stupid stuff for their friends!"

"With. They do stupid stuff with their friends." Sunstreaker sighed.

"Same difference."

Bluestreak stared at the communication unit. He quickly offlined his optics and started shaking his helm. "Don't think about it! Don't think about it! Don't think about it!" Bluestreak shot out of his chair, causing it to hit the ground. "Smokescreen!" He shouted. "Smokey's coming to morrow. I haven't seen him in a while. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder when he'll get here."

Bluestreak jumped at a beep. He quickly crouched down, and pulled his servosover his helm. "NO!"

Beep!

Bluestreak glanced up. His trainer data pad was flashing. He released a nervous chuckle before he slowly stood up. Bluestreak silently walked over to his desk, and picked up his data pad.

(1 NEW MESSAGE)

Bluestreak frowned as he typed in his password, and clicked his message inbox icon. Only one message sat in his inbox, a small dot showing it as unread. Bluestreak tapped the message's title.

From: Freefire

Subject: Hey! ;D

Bluestreak frowned. Winkie face?

Hey! I'm Freefire! (See my name up there in the from box?) I'm one of the instructors on your team. I saw you the other orn outside the 3rd floor rec room, remember? Anywhoo! I was just wondering If you were interested in a meet up event for our team of instructors! I wouldn't mind meeting my team members before we start teaching together! It would be really awkward if we just got there and started fighting right off the bat. Heh.

Love, Freefire

Love? Bluestreak frowned. Love and a winkie face? What was up with this guy? Bluestreak slowly tapped the reply button before starting his reply.

To: Freefire

From: Bluestreak

Subject: RE: Hey! ;D

No. No winkie face.

Subject: RE: Hey!

Hi! Nice to (Sorta) meet you! I mean, we haven't technically met. Well, we have, but I didn't know who you really were at the time, and I was in a hurry to meet up with a friend of mine. Things were really kind of hectic.

A meet up sounds great! We can set it up this orn or the orn after next. How many of us are there again? Three?

In regards, Bluestreak

Bluestreak quickly read through the message, making sure he didn't give any kind of impression other than professional. The last thing he needed was his Sire trying to kill somebody. Bluestreak frowned before he sent the message. He really needed to talk to his sire.

PG

Ratchet sighed as he turned to the mech laying on one of his berths. Synchro. He had agreed to Ratchet's plan to try out the theory of "Jump Starting". It surprised Ratchet. Truthfully he expected Synchro to fight him about it, but the mech had just nodded and said, "Sure, Ratch."

Ratchet turned to the other mech in the room. "Carbo, are you sure?"

The tall blue and green mech chuckled. His optics lit up, and reflected off the gray finials on either side of his helm. His doorwings fluttered with amusement. "Don't worry about me, Ratchet. I'd be more concerned for you friend."

Synchro slowly turned his helm to the mech. "I don't plan to offline today. I haven't been able to make amends with Bluestreak yet. If I offline, I will haunt you two until you terminate yourselves." Synchro's helm slowly turned back so he was facing the ceiling. "Carbo was it? Make sure you don't screw up."

Ratchet smirked as he grabbed a cord. "Does he need to be in stasis for this?"

Carbo shook his helm. "He doesn't need to be, but if you feel better with him in stasis, then by all means, go ahead."

Ratchet glanced back at Carbo. "Are you scared of a frail, elderly mech?"

"Maybe."

Synchro smirked. "I'd rather be in stasis, Ratchet."

Ratchet nodded. "Alright." He plugged the cord into the port on the back of Synchro's neck before he walked over to a computer and began typing. "Count down from 5, Synchro."

Synchro sighed. "Is that really nessa… ca.. reeeeee"

Ratchet glanced back. "No." He turned to Carbo, and nodded. "What now?"

Carbo nodded. "We hook him up." The mech pulled out a cable with small attachments at the ends. "I'm going to lie down, and you're going to attack this end to my spark chamber and the other to his."

Ratchet nodded. "Simple enough." Ratchet took the cable in his servos, and examined it. "This attachments, where do they go?"

Carbo laid down, and glanced over to Ratchet. " Right in the center, or as close to the center as you can get." He opened his chassis, allowing Ratchet access. "Just flip the switch on the side, and it should attach."

Ratchet sighed. "While I'm doing this, hook yourself up to the vital reader." Ratchet gripped one end of the cable, and examined the tip. "It works with magnets?"

Carbo attached a cord to the port on the back of his neck. "Yes."

"These things could frag your processor."

"We're not holding them up to our helms. Besides they are very low powered. The worst they could do is cause an extremely mild helm ache."

Ratchet shook his helm as he flipped the switch and placed it on Carbo's spark chamber. "Is that right?"

"Perfect." Carbo nodded.

Ratchet gripped the other end. He sighed as he walked over to his computer, and typed in a short command. Synchro's chest plates slowly opened revealing his spark chamber. Ratchet flipped the switch on the small attachment and placed it on Synchro's spark chamber. "Now what?"

"Check the program I gave you, and make sure there is a low exchange of energon going through the cable."

Ratchet walked back over to his computer. He opened the program, and smirked. A diagram of two frames popped up with low energy waves going between the two. "There is."

Carbo smiled. "Good!" He revved his engine, and the energy waves went up. "The energy I exert goes directly to Synchro, see?"

Ratchet nodded. "You exerted high energy waves, by the time they made it to Synchro, they were medium, at best."

Carbo smiled. "Yeah, I was only giving you an example. To get it to actually work I'll have to let out a lot of energy in a very short amount of time. See the option to the side of the diagram that says… oh scrap what does it say?"

Ratchet glanced beside the diagram and frowned. "There's like ten options!"

"Oh, that's right! Burst!" Carbo chuckled. "Maybe those magnets do mess with my processor."

Ratchet sighed. "Burst. Do I click it?"

"Wait, let me prepare myself." Carbo took a deep breath. "Alright, click it."

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Clicking." He pressed the button, and the room exploded into a soft blue light, and Carbo's screams. "Carbo!" He turned back to his computer screen, and his optics went wide. "It's working."

Synchro's vitals were slowly rising as his spark absorbed the energy being sent its way. With a POP! The power went out, and the program crashed. The soft blue light faded along with Carbo's screams.

"Did it work?"

Ratchet glanced over to Carbo's berth as the emergency generators kicked on. "I don't know. For now, Synchro's vitals read in the normal range."

Carbo slowly sat up, pulling the cable off his spark chamber. "Good." With a snap his chest plates closed. "It hurts like the pit."

Ratchet nodded. "It sounded like it. If you didn't explode so much, I'd be worried."

Carbo smiled. "I don't mean to."

"How long have you been going by Carbo?" Ratchet leaned back in his chair, watching Synchro's vitals.

"Not long." Carbo sighed.

Ratchet nodded. "It doesn't fit. Neither does the look."

Carbo shrugged. "I thought it fit just fine."

Ratchet snorted. "Whatever."

The med bay doors shot open, and Prowl quickly walked in. "Is everything alright?" He glanced over to Carbo, and frowned. "I thought Wheeljack wasn't allowed back on the premisis after he blew up his guest room."

Ratchet spared Prowl a sideways glance before shrugging. "That's Carbo, can't you tell?"

Prowl shook his helm. "I am not stupid. That is Wheeljack."

Ratchet chuckled. "Maybe it's Wheeljack's sibling." He slowly stood up. "I do have good news though. It seems Wheeljack's invention actually worked, for now."

Prowl's doorwings perked up. "What invention?"

"The Jump Start I talked to you a while back."

"The Jump Start idea wasn't mine!" Carbo, Also known as, Wheeljack jumped in. "It was a young Medic's aid. Well, he used to be a medic, bu- oh never mind. It wasn't my idea."

Ratchet rolled his optics. "As I was saying, for now Synchro's vitals are in the normal range. I'm not saying it's a permanent fix, but for now, it's working. I'm going to keep him for a couple of orns, and make sure."

Prowl nodded. "Good. Get Wheeljack out."

Wheeljack let out a pout. "Come on! I didn't do anything!"

Prowl quickly turned on his heel before walking out of the med bay. Ratchet glanced over to Wheeljack. "I'd go get your old paint job back. You're disguise obviously isn't working."

Wheeljack frowned. "I hate my life. On a side note. I got a request from the Prime to be his new lead engineer!"

Ratchet glanced up. "You?"

"Yeah! I was thinking of taking it, but I don't know if he knows I have a problem."

Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "Is that what you call blowing up? A problem?"

Wheeljack smiled. "Yeah!"

Ratchet shook his helm. "Whatever, Wheeljack."