A/N: Just a little by the way, I uploaded a story called Upcoming, and it's just a little thing full of stories that I'm planning on continuing. The reason I'm saying this, is because the first chapter of that is Hound's point of view for when he met Bluestreak. =D

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IvoryCrawler: XD I love writing Wheeljack and Ratchet together. It is great!

Autobotschic: Right? I mean he could have tried ten times harder to get a better disguise. I don't know. She might kill you, but she might keep you alive so you spend the rest of your life wondering when she's going to strike. XD

Answerthecall: Thank you! Everybody makes mistakes when they first start a new job. Prime isn't an exception. XD

Shizuka Taiyou: XD That's Wheeljack's specialty. XD What doesn't Sideswipe push?

Guest: Wheeljack is just so cute! I would hug him if I wasn't at risk of blowing up. XD

Bluestreak took a deep shakey intake before he slowly brought his arm up and tapped his sire's name on the Communication unit. "Connecting… Connecti-"

"Helix Group." Bluestreak remained silent as he stared at the mech. Charger never glanced up as he examined his digits. "Helix Group. What do you want?" Charger let out a growl. "I sai- LORD BLUESTREAK!"

Bluestreak jumped. "H-hi, Charger."

Charger smiled. "How are you? I know you and Lord Synchro had some issues, and you left because of it, but I knew it couldn't have been as bad as the first time you left!"

Bluestreak frowned. He remembered that. The dispute was pretty bad. His sire was screaming at him, and he was screaming back. A lot things were said, and the two didn't talk until he called his Sire for help. All because he wanted to teach younglings. "Yeah. I actually need to talk to Sire."

Charger frowned. His optics dulled slightly. "I wish I could let you, bu-"

Bluestreak felt his spark sink in his spark chamber. "Is he alright?"

Charger nodded. "For now. Ratchet found a way to maybe solve the problem with Lord Synchro's spark. For now, it's working, but Ratchet has him in stasis."

"Can you connect me to Ratchet?"

Charger nodded. "Sure. Let me get you patched into Med bay." The screen went dark before it quickly flashed back to life. Instead of Charger, sat Ratchet.

Ratchet glanced up, and smiled. "Bluestreak."

"Hi, Ratchet."

Ratchet nodded. "How are you? Are the medics there treating you right?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I haven't actually seen a medic yet."

"What do you mean you haven't seen a medic?" Ratchet huffed. "It's procedure for Medics to screen soldiers for various health issues before they can be put on active duty."

"Nobody is actually on active duty yet." Bluestreak shook his helm. "How's Sire?"

Ratchet took a deep breath. "We're working on him. In about a joor I'm going to bring him online, and make sure his spark retains the energy that was practically pumped into him. If it does, he'll be under observation for a couple of orns, just to make sure."

"What if it doesn't?"

"Then there really is nothing we can do." Ratchet leaned back in his chair. "But at this point, things are looking well. His systems are running at normal level while he's in stasis, which is better than before the procedure. His energy intake is no longer more than what his spark can produce, and over all, everything is looking fine."

"You don't seem like you're totally confident." Bluestreak frowned.

"He is in stasis. He's not using as much energy as he'd be using on a normal basis." Ratchet sighed. "When he wakes up, his systems will start taking up more energy. That's when we'll know for sure if the procedure worked."

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Ratchet."

Ratchet nodded back. "Oh, and one more thing. Watch out. I think Wheeljack took a job for the prime. I'd hate for you to get hugged, and then blow up."

Bluestreak let out a giggle. "That would a way to go, wouldn't it?"

Ratchet chuckled. "Primus must of have been over energized when he made wheeljack."

Bluestreak smiled. "Thank you, Ratchet. I'll try and comm. later and see if I can catch Sire awake."

Ratchet nodded. "Do that. Good bye."

"Bye." Bluestreak waved before the screen went black.

Ironhide stood by the Prime's side, every once in a while, the Prime would glance over to him. Ironhide had grown accustomed to the mech's preferences over the last couple of decaorns, and if he had learned one thing, it was the mech hated being watched. "What?"

Optimus cleared his throat. "Nothing."

Ironhide snorted. "Whatever you say."

"You do not have to watch me like this. You do have mechs to train."

"That is in the mornings, before you ever wake up from recharge." Ironhide smirked.

Optimus frowned. "I do not recharge that late into the morning."

"It only takes me a joor before Chromia gets tired of watching, and decides to take over." Ironhide smirked. "You should see Cade. He tries with all his little spark to keep up with the big mechs."

Optimus smiled. "Your youngling is very sweet."

Ironhide nodded. "Chromia and I just finished reading his file. He's been through a lot of homes. In the end, they just couldn't keep him. One family unit said he offlined their turbodog."

Optimus frowned. "That doesn't sound quite right."

"In the file it said Barricade's story was he thought the dog was going to hurt his new family." Ironhide sighed. "He's from Kaon. Some of the Psycho evaluations say that he has a strong feeling to want to protect his family."

Optimus nodded. "I see."

"I know where the kid comes from. The last thing a mech wants to do is lose his family, and Cade's already lost so many families."

"I have a meeting in a few breems." Optimus stood up. "Apparently Megatron's troops have started to move from their base camp."

Ironhide frowned. "To where?"

"It's hard to tell, but they can either be headed to Altihex or Praxus." Optimus shook his helms. "Each have allied themselves completely to the Autobot cause."

Ironhide growled. "If they get even a pede away from Praxus, they are mine."

Optimus nodded. "I understand."

Striker hummed as he danced across a huge ballroom. His arms held up, holding onto his invisible dance partner. "How magical!"

"Striker."

Striker growled as he stopped dancing. "What, Code?"

Code smirked as he leaned against the room's door way. "I have a message from Lord Megatron."

Striker sighed. "What?"

"He asks if it was worth it to deny him."

Striker frowned as he stepped closer to Code. "Whatever could he mean by that? What did 'Tex have to say about it?"

"'Tex?"

"The spy, idiot!"

"Ah, Cortex. He said that a platoon of Decepticon soldiers and seekers were currently en route to Praxus."

Striker snorted. "The fragger's going to seriously blow it up!"

Code frowned. "What do you mean, blow it up?"

"Don't panic." Striker snorted. "I'll make sure you die first."

Code glared at the mech. "You cannot be serious!"

"About you dying first?" Striker laughed. "Of course I am. Get Prowl on the communicator!" Striker pushed passed Code.

Code sneered. "I hate him."

"I HEARD THAT!" Striker yelled back.

Prowl held his data pad up as mechs ran back and forth. "Make sure you get all the data out of the data center!" He yelled at a mech running passed him. Prowl sighed as Ratchet stomped forward. "Ratchet?"

"What the frag? I leave med bay for two breems and I come back to Synchro gone!"

"He had to be moved. He is on a flight to Iacon."

"Why?"

"Jazz sent a message."

"Oh, well if Jazz sent a fragging comm. we might as well pack up and leave!"

"Decepticons are headed to Praxus." Prowl looked down at his data pad. "Striker also us. About a breem ago, Autobots warned of movement of Decepticons around Praxus and Altihex."

Ratchet went silent. "That fragger."

Prowl frowned and glanced up at Ratchet. "The Prime?"

"Megatron!"

"I see." Prowl glanced back to his data pad. "There was always a chance of him going after Praxus. It was no surprise. Praxus is a major point for Optimus."

Ratchet nodded. "Whatever. How long until we leave?"

"You are on the next flight out. I was about to send Charger and Crypt to get you as well as Red Alert. After that, we'll try and get as many civilians out as possible."

"what about the rest of Praxus?"

"I am sure the Authorities are on that. The only bots I owe protection to are the ones living within our compound."

Ratchet growled. "What about you?"

"I will be on the last flight out."

"Last?"

Prowl glanced up. "Yes. Last. I have to make sure we don't leave anything that Megatron can use. If we do, then it is not required I say that we will be 'screwed' as Jazz puts it."

Bluestreak slowly left his quarters. Hound had sent him a message earlier saying that his training courses had started, and he'd be training mechs until later that orn. Bluestreak sighed as we walked down the halls.

Bluestreak let a small smile come across his face. He was happy that his sire had a chance of recovering. Smokescreen was supposed to arrive the next orn. He hadn't spoken to Smokescreen face to face for a while. It was always through Comm. units. He was working hard to learn from the best there was. Or so he said. Bluestreak had a feeling he was really just partying and gambling the whole time.

"Blue!"

Bluestreak turned around and smiled. "Hello, Sideswipe."

"What's up!"

Bluestreak shrugged. "Nothing I was just going to get some energon."

"You want some Highgrade?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I well… I don't really drink highgrade. Well, not anymore."

Sideswipe frowned. "what about when you recruited me and Sunny?"

"Lapse in will power?"

Sideswipe snorted. "Is that what you call it?"

Bluestreak smiled. "Yeah. How are you?"

"Just grueling over something." Sideswipe smiled. "You think you can help?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I don't know. Maybe?"

"Well, you see, Sunny and I have been kind of arguing for a while about something." Sideswipe smiled. "I think we kind of worked it out, but I don't feel like we made the right choice. You see, we know something that might pretty much change a mech's life for the worst"

"The worst?" Bluestreak frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Like picture the worst of the worst, and that's how bad it would change this mechs life." Sideswipe sighed. "We decided on not telling them, but I'm not really sure. I think he should know, but sometimes it's easier to just not argue over something with Sunny."

"You want to know if you should tell them?" Bluestreak frowned. "I don't really know. I mean my sire always said that bliss is not knowing. If you don't tell the mech, would it still affect him?"

"Very much so." Sideswipe frowned. "Sunny says its better if the mech doesn't have to worry about it though."

"If I was the mech I'd want to know." Bluestreak shrugged. "But that's just me."

"There's a psychopath coming to kill you." Sideswipe quickly covered his mouth.

Bluestreak froze as he slowly turned to Sideswipe. "What did yo-you just say?"

"There's a crazy femme coming for your helm!"

Bluestreak glanced down. "A-another one?"

Sideswipe frowned. "What do you mean another one?"

"Prowl told me about one earlier. I kinda forgot about it unitl now. I'm good at pushing stuff like that away for a while. Her name is Covenant or something like that, I think…"

"You already knew." Sideswipe sighed. "I'm sorry. We should have told you earlier."

Bluestreak frowned. "Y-yeah."

"You sure you don't want any high grade?"

Bluestreak smiled a little. "Yeah. I'm sure." He glanced over to Sideswipe. "Look!" He smiled as he pointed to one of the mechs. "He's on my team!"

Sideswipe glanced over to the mech, a smile forming on his face. "He looks like a petrobunny."

Bluestreak giggled. "He sorta does." Bluestreak frowned. "We're friends right?"

Sideswipe nodded. "Yeah! I mean, I hope so, cause I've been telling everybody we are. It would be awkward if you just decide you hate me."

Bluestreak smiled. "I won't! Unless you try to offline me. I'd kind of take that personally."

"Who wouldn't?" Sideswipe snorted. "So what team are you training?"

Bluestreak sighed. "Optimus made me team leader for the snipers."

"Awsome!"

"Not awesome!" Bluestreak groaned. "I don't like being in charge. I'm not a leader. I'm a follower. Prowl is a leader. Optimus is a leader. Synchro is a leader!" Bluestreak's arms went up into the air. "What did I do to deserve this punishment!"

Sideswipe pressed his lips together to hold in a chuckle. "AHAHAHA!"

Bluestreak glanced back at Sideswipe and smiled. "Shut up. I know what I did."

Sideswipe walked up to Bluestreak and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "You're awesome."

Bluestreak glanced to Sideswipe's arm awkwardly. "Um… ca-"

"Let him go, Sideswipe."

Sideswipe's face lit up. "Sunny!"

"Don't call me that." Sunstreaker growled. "Fragger."

Sideswipe pulled Bluestreak closer to his side. "Guess what?" He smiled. "Blue here is team leader for the snipers!"

"Of course he is. He's a professional. Not just somebody who does it as a hobby. Are you stupid?" Sunstreaker huffed. "You can hit him if you want to, Bluestreak."

"Um.. I didn't really want to, but it's kind of awkward. I mean, usually at times like this Praxians have a family member with the-"

Sideswipe pushed him away, his optics wide. "Oh Primus! I swear I'm not trying to mate with you!"

Bluestreak glanced at the floor awkwardly. "I know. I understand. It's just hard to get used to all the touchy grabby stuff bots around here do."

Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge. "Praxians are just too uptight."

Bluestreak glanced up. "I know."

Sideswipe smiled. "Sunny! Want to go get some energon with me and Blue?"

"We had energon already." Sunstreaker rolled his optics.

Bluestreak glanced over to Sideswipe. "You didn't tell me that."

"I wanted to hang out with you!" Sideswipe smiled. "I also wanted to talk, you know, cause that's what friends do!"

PG

Optimus stood at his window as Elita-One walked it. "We got word from Helix group that they are sending Synchro and Medic Ratchet Via a carrier along with some civilians."

"Do they know something?" Optimus turned to face the femme.

Ironhide cleared his throat. "Though the Helix group looks like it is filled with fools, it is very top notch. The bots that live in the compound have been promised to be protected. They range from the lowest caste to the highest. I am sure that when Synchro gets here, he'll let you know everything."

Elita glared at Ironhide. "Why can't he tell us now? What if he gets here, and it's too late."

Ironhide snorted. "I didn't hear anything about Prowl being on that carrier. Synchro wouldn't let anything happen to Prowl."

"Yeah, and why not?" Elita asked. "Because he's his heir?"

"No, because he's family. Everybody in the Helix group is family to Synchro. You'll learn that soon enough. Synchro cares for nothing more than he does family. He'd protect his family even if it meant he had to offline."

Optimus sighed. "Synchro is our Ally, Elita. We must trust him."

Elita nodded. "Yes, sir." She turned back to Ironhide. "If anything happens to that city, I'm putting the full blame on Synchro."

"I'd imagine most goes to Striker." Ironhide countered. "He probably went and pissed somebody off. The fragger."

Optimus nodded his helm. "Do we have a place for the bots to go?"

Elita nodded. "We are setting up an area in the med bay. We also got word from the engineer you had your optics on. He said he would be honored to take the position."

Optimus nodded. "Good. How about the CMO?"

"He declined."Elita frowned. "We are already short on medics, but the bot refusing the position puts us back further than before."

Optimus nodded. "I see. I'll find somebody else."

"You could always ask Ratchet." Ironhide shrugged. "He doesn't have the best bedside manner, but that's just because he hates idiots."

Optimus smirked. "What about his medical training?"

"He's the best I know. He used to have his own clinic before Synchro kidna-" Ironhide cleared his throat. "Hired him."

"Kidnapped?" Elita frowned. "Were you just about to say kidnapped?"

"His version of the story is kidnapped, Charger's version is hired." Ironhide smirked. "Not that it matters. I'm sure Ratch would have stayed anyways."

Optimus chuckled. "I will ask."

Ironhide nodded. "You won't be disappointed. Unless Ratchet says no."

Chromia sighed as she sat down on the couch in her new unit. She wasn't particularly adjusting well to her new surroundings. She didn't have a job, nothing to do. To say the least, it was boring. She had made quick friends with Elita-One, but she hadn't really been out to meet many bots.

Chromia glanced down to Barricade who sat coloring on a data pad. She had spent most of her time either watching the youngling or showing Ironhide how to properly train mechs. She had been so bored, she occasionally found herself stalking Bluestreak like she had used to as his bodyguard.

"Mia?"

Chromia smiled. "Yes, Cade?"

Barricade stood up and brought the data pad over to Chromia. "I drew you a picture!" He held out the data pad for her to take.

Chromia smiled as she grabbed the data pad. "Oh really, how nice!" Her smile slowly fell as she looked at the picture. "Wha… What is this?" The picture had two roughly drawn bots chained to a wall. A Blue one and a black one. Another bot stood infront of them with a huge smile.

Barricade smiled. "Silly. That's you and Hide!" He pointed to the two bots. "The one smiling is me!"

"Wh-why are we chained to the wall?"

Barricade glared. "You tried to leave." Chromia frowned as the mechling continued to glare at her. "You won't try to leave, will you? Cause you're mine. I love you, Mia."

Chromia slowly stood up. "Barricade, you can't say stuff like that. I do not belong to you. You cannot own another bot, at all."

Barricade glanced down. He brought his small servos behind his back, and started shuffling his feet. "I'm sorry, Mia. I won't say that again."

Chromia sighed. "How about we go meet Ironhide for some energon?"