A/N: Oh mah gosh. I almost did not update this today. I've been doped up on Allergy meds, and I swear all day I've thought it was Friday. I hate allergies.

REVIEWS

Bluebutterflywitch: I'm so happy! I thought maybe Jazz killed you after you said something to make him go psycho! We should group mug your laptop. Maybe that will help it get clean. XD I think Blue is definitely the sanest. Hound is a close second though. XD

IvoryCrawler: It's okay! He only had a little draw back! He'll back on the cute train in no time!

Autobotschic: I don't know. I don't think you can. XD I don't think Optimus could hug all the pieces you'd be in. XD

Zrexheartz: I don't know how he does it. He must be like super skilled or something.

Answerthecall: I'm sure little Cade will grow out of it. It's just a phase…. I'm awful at reassuring people. XD Thank you!

Shizuka Taiyou: XD Maybe Smokescreen will decide to take that position.

Chromia sat across from Ironhide at a small table in the main recreation room. Barricade sat on a couch between two other mechs watching a youngling channel on a huge television. She turned to Ironhide and frowned. "He did it again."

Ironhide looked over to her. "Did what?"

"That creepy thing he does." Chromia sighed. "I swear my spark almost jumped out of my chassis. He drew us chained to a wall, Ironhide."

Ironhide leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "What did he say about it?"

"He said it was because we tried to leave. Let's add possessive to the list of things screwed up with this youngling."

Ironhide rolled his optics. "You can't honestly say that you've never drawn somebody… chained to a wall?"

Chromia rolled her optics. "I know you're scared of psychiatrists, but that youngling needs one." She stood up from the table with a glare. "And until you admit it, you're watching him."

"Are you scared of a youngling?" Ironhide snorted.

"I've seen enough horror movies about psychopathic younglings to know when I should be scared of a youngling!" Chromia growled. "So have fun with your youngling!"

Ironhide watched Chromia stomp out of the room before he turned to the couch where Barricade was peeking over the back. "Where's Mia going?"

"She's just upset. Looks like you're spending the day with old Hide!"

Barricade stared at Ironhide. "I want to stay with Blue."

Ironhide frowned. "What does Blue have that I don't?"

"Fun."

Bluestreak sat in his room going through the trainer's messaging boards. Hound had finally come back to the room, but hadn't spoken a word to Bluestreak. Instead he opted to lay on his berth face first.

Bluestreak jumped as his data pad vibrated. (NEW MESSAGE!)

He frowned as he opened the message.

From: Freefire

Subject: RE:RE: Hey! ;D (You forgot the winkie face!)

Bluestreak frowned. So he meant to put the winkie face…

I guess they kind of were hectic, if you think so. =D Hmm. This orn is perfect for the meet up! Whoo! Haha! We can do it for evening energon! How does the 19th joor sound?

Yup! There's only three of us! I wonder who we're going to be teaching! This is going to be my first time teaching! I can't wait!

Love, Freefire

Bluestreak sighed. As he clicked the reply button.

To: Freefire

Subject: RE:RE:RE: Hey! (Didn't forget it.)

It sounds fine. I'll send a message to the other mech and we can meet in the 2nd floor rec room.

Bluestreak

Bluestreak quickly sent the message, and leaned back in his chair. He starts teaching in the firing range in three orns. He'd have two different groups that he'd be teaching. One in the morning and one in the afternoon. Things were going to be crazy. He'd never taught bots how to kill others before.

Hound sat up in his berth and glanced over to Bluestreak. "Blue, do you like me?"

Bluestreak looked up from his desk, his helm cocked to the side. "What?"

Hound brought his legs over the edge of his berth so they were dangling down. "Do you like me? Mirage said that just because we're room mates I can't expect you to like me, just to live with me."

Bluestreak frowned. "Is that why you left?" He looked down at his desk. "You thought I didn't like you?" Bluestreak giggled and smiled up at Hound. "Of course I like you!"

Hound sighed as a little smile crossed his face. "I really like you too!"

A knock echoed through the room. Bluestreak and Hound glanced at each other before Bluestreak got up to answer it. He walked over to the door, and typed in the code. As soon as the door opened, a small bot was shoved into his face.

"Take him."

Bluestreak stared at Ironhide as he held Barricade out to him by the scruff bar. "I can't carry him around while trying to protect the Prime. You understand, right?"

Bluestreak glanced back to Hound before he shook his helm. "I can't."

Barricade frowned. "Don't you like me?"

Bluestreak giggled. "Of course I do! I just have a team get together later tonight."

Ironhide shook his helm. "See Cade, he hates you."

Bluestreak puffed out his chest. "I do not!"

"Then take him." Ironhide smirked.

Bluestreak frowned. "Hide, I can't."

"Don't you want him though?" Ironhide asked in an innocent voice. "Do it, Cade." Ironhide's smirk only grew.

Barricade's optics went wide as the most innocent look went across his face. His legs dangled almost lifelessly above the ground. Bluestreak felt his insides melt. "Ironhide, tell him to stop." Bluestreak's wings fell. He felt his resolve start to crumble. "Ironhide!"

"Keep it up, Cade."

Bluestreak turned his back on the youngling, but he felt the gaze on him. A small whimper broke finally broke his resolve. "Fine!" He turned around and snatched the youngling. "Cheater."

Ironhide stood with a prideful smile. "I don't cheat. It's tactics. Ask your youngling."

Bluestreak stuck out his gollasa. "I'm too busy waiting on a comm. from Ratchet."

Ironhide frowned. "Ratchet? He's on a flight here with your sire. We're hoping to get information on what's going on in Praxus from Synchro."

Bluestreak frowned. "Sire's in stasis. Why are they on their way here?"

"I'm about to find out." Ironhide quickly turned before he ran down the hall.

"Ironhide!"

Barricade sat in Bluestreak's arms staring as Ironhide ran down the hall. "They left me."

Bluestreak glanced down at Barricade as he sighed and walked back into his room. "He'll be back."

"Mia left first, then Hide. They're not supposed to leave." Barricade glared at the door. "Dummies."

Bluestreak frowned as he glanced up to Hound. The two shared a worried glance before Bluestreak put Barricade down on his berth. "I have to send a quick message to a mech, and then we can draw, okay, Cade?"

Barricade nodded. "Okay!" His glare fading. "Can we also have snacks?"

"Maybe, if you're good."

Ironhide ran into the Prime's office. "We have a problem."

Optimus glanced up from his desk and frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Synchro is in Stasis."

Optimus's frown grew. "Stasis?" Optimus stood up. "Comm. Communications and tell them to get Helix group on the comm. line. I'm on my way there now."

Ironhide nodded.

Prowl glared at the door in front of him. "Red Alert you were supposed to be on the flight with Ratchet."

"No!"

"Red Alert, if you do not leave that office right now, I'll break the door down. This is not the time to be joking around. I need to make sure there is nothing left on your computer. We're the last ones here." Prowl growled, his doorwings flaring out.

"I don't care! I refuse to leave!"

"Why not?"

"Because you are just sending us all off systematically to our deaths!"

"Red Alert! Open the door now! I do not have time for this!"

"Make time!" Red Alert screamed.

Prowl took a deep intake. "Red Alert," He started calmly, "if you do not leave that room this instant, I'll break the door down and pull you out myself."

"See! You're just going to send me to my deat-" Red Alert paused. After a couple of seconds the door opened. "Optimus want's a conference with you. See! It's all over for you now! He knows your plan!"

Prowl rolled his optics and walked into the room. He sat down in Red's chair and accepted the communication. "Optimus, I trust you got our landing requests."

"I have. They've been processed and approved. May I ask you what is going on?"

Prowl frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Why are you evacuating?"

"You told us yourself that De-"

"I told you to be on guard. What is it that you know?"

"It is not what I know, but what Striker knows. Megatron plans to invade Praxus. I'm sure we have a while, but it's better to be safe."

Optimus cursed. "You couldn't have told us this earlier?"

"I didn't even know until earlier this orn."

"Does the rest of Praxus know?"

Prowl leaned back. "My first responsibility is the citizens I have living in my compound, but yes, the authorities know."

Optimus nodded. "What did they say?"

"They did not. When I warned them, I was hung up on."

Optimus glared. "Did you try again?"

"That would have been illogical. They didn't seem too keen on wanting to talk to me in the first place." Prowl turned to a computer and peeked over to Red Alert who was glaring at the Prime. He smirked and started typing.

"You should have tried again, Prowl."

Prowl typed one last line and smiled. "The enforcers and my family do not get along very well. Perhaps you should inform them."

Beep!

Red Alert jumped. "YOU!" He pushed prowl aside and started typing on his computer.

Prowl leaned back. "I don't know how long we actually have before Megatron's troops reach Praxus, but I know that if they do capture Praxus, they won't have one bit of information from the Helix group."

"MY DATA!NO! IT'S GONE!"

"If it is still standing." Optimus glared as the screen went dark.

Red Alert growled. "YOU MONSTER!"

Optimus paced back and forth in his office. "I do not understand."

Ironhide sighed. "Prowl isn't an easy one to understand."

Optimus paused in the center of the room. "He should have tried harder to inform the authorities. He didn't even seem to care."

Ironhide sighed. "He's detached from emotions."

Optimus frowned. "Excuse me?"

"His original creators installed an advanced battle computer into his helm. He doesn't have a good grasp on emotions. He can feel them, but he doesn't quite understand them." Ironhide explained. "He's more logical."

Optimus nodded. "I see."

Ironhide sighed. "Anyways. How long until Praxus is evacuated?"

Optimus glanced back. "We are still trying to get a hold of the enforcers. We only get dead lines or hung up on."

Ironhide frowned. "You can't get a hold of Praxus?"

"No." Optimus sighed. "I don't see why though."

"You don't think the Decepticons took hold of the enforcer's station do you?"

Optimus glanced down. "That's a very real possibility."

Ironhide growled. "That is unacceptable!"

Bluestreak slowly walked down the hall, Barricade walking beside him. "Blue, where are we going?"

"Rec room. I'm meeting up with my other instructors."

"Are they teaching you?"

"No, I'm their team leader." Bluestreak answered. "I don't really want to be though."

"Oh. Mia said she didn't want to get bonded, but she ended up bonding to Ironhide. She said she is the happiest she had ever been."

Bluestreak smiled down at the mechling. "That's something totally different."

"Oh." Barricade frowned.

The two walked into the rec room and Barricade smiled at the empty couch and deactivated television. "Blue! Can I go watch TV?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Sure, but nothing bad! Stick with usual channels!"

"Okay!"

"Cute! Is he yours?"

Bluestreak jumped. He turned to the mech. "Ah… no." The mech was about Bluestreak's height. His gray paint shimmered and his straight audials twitched.

"Well, tell the creators he's cute." The mech extended his servo. "I'm part of your team."

Bluestreak shook his servo and smiled. "Bluestreak."

Livewire nodded. "I knew they were having a hard time finding snipers, but I didn't know there were really only three of us."

Bluestreak frowned. "There's only three snipers?"

"You didn't know?" Livewire frowned. "There's only three of us. I hear the division leader isn't even any good at sniping. So, who taught you?"

Bluestreak smiled. "Ironhide."

Livewire stared at Bluestreak. "You mean the Prime's bodyguard?"

Bluestreak nodded, moving to a table. "Yeah, him and his bonded taught me everything I know."

"You must be pretty good to be a team leader."

"I didn't want the job. I'm not good at leading." Bluestreak sighed as Livewire sat down next to him. "I'm going to suck at this job."

Livewire laughed. "Nah, you'll do fine!" He frowned. "Where's Freefire? He said he'd be here."

Bluestreak frowned. "I don't know. I've never really met him."

Livewire nodded. "He's my roommate. Annoying as frag."

"You guys!"

"Speak of the idiot."

"You'll never believe this! Praxian airships are here!" A Yellow and silver mech stood in the door way smiling. His audials were the distinct shape of lightning. "They are huge!"

Bluestreak jumped. "They're here?"

"Yeah! There's a medic unloading a mech right now, but I think there's also civilians on them."

Bluestreak ran to the couch, grabbed Barricade, and zipped out of the room, leaving the two other mechs in silence.

Livewire sighed. "What was that?"