A/N: XD This First Aid cracks me up. I decided to with a slightly different version of first Aid from MTMTE. XD He is so fun to write!

Anyways, I don't know about you guys, but I just got Pokemon X as a early birthday present from my brother, and I am having an amazing time playing it. (I already have a Pikachu, and it is amazing.) Since my brother pre-ordered both games, He got two posters and he gave them both to me! Then my cat spilled egg nog on one of them :( BAD KITTY! XD

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: We will… XD Freefire: I can be whatever you want me to be ;D

Zrexheartz: XD Hound is just too shy. XD You have no idea how much a torturer I am. XD. Ironhide knows how to make Blue do what he wants. Whip out a sparkling and make him look as adorable as possible! Thank you! I'm glad!

Answerthecall: XD Maayyybbeee! I'm sure Chromia just watches too many horror flicks. She's just letting her imagination get to her. I'm so happy you think that! My beta and I had a long discussion about it for a long time before we decided that it was a little overboard, but after we discussed future plot, we decided it would fit.

Shizuka Taiyou: XD Weird, or awkward? XD Either way, it's going to be very entertaining.

ChostyxChoco: I will! It'll be a little later, like four or five chapters, but yes! It's one of my favorites as well!

Storylovers91: XD He will! Thank you! Don't tell anybody, but I powder this story with Cocaine so people won't run away…

Kitcat from the sky: THANK YOU! XD

Bluestreak ran to the air pad as fast as he could with Barricade in tow. He pushed mechs and femmes out of his way as he came up close. He finally had to skid to a stop when the crowd was too thick to get through. "Excuse me!" He yelled at a big mech in front of him. "Excuse me! I need through!"

"Tough."

"Let Blue through!" Barricade yelled from Bluestreak's arms.

Bluestreak sighed. "I really need through."

"Nobody needs through!" The mech turned and glared. "What makes you so special that you need through? Just because you're Praxian?"

"Don't let him talk to you like that!" Barricade yelled. "Blue can beat you to the ground!"

"Oh yeah, you think this puny idiot can fight me?" The mech huffed up.

Bluestreak stared at the mechs shoulders before he glanced up, his doorwings forming a distinct V. "Move!"

The mech snorted. "Make me."

Bluestreak glared at the mech, and placed Barricade on the ground. "Stay there." He stomped up to the mech, and glared. "Move."

"Like I said. Make me."

Bluestreak grabbed the mechs arm, and brought the huge being over his shoulder, crashing him into the ground face first. He brought the mech's arm behind his back and pulled as much as he could without pulling it out of its socket. "Is that good enough for you? My Sire is on that ship."

Barricade started laughing hysterically. "Go Blue!"

Bluestreak looked up, and frowned at the crowd that had backed away from the two. He let out a groan and released the mech. "Come on Barricade!" Bluestreak lifted the mechling up, and ran towards the huge ship.

Optimus jumped at a huge crash. He glanced over to the direction it came from and sighed. Another brawl no doubt. He sighed and watched as the small circle in the crowd grew together; hiding the evidence it had ever existed.

Elita-One looked up at Optimus. "What should we do?"

"Nothing. It seems to have sorted itself out."

Elita sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

Optimus followed Elita's line of sight and smirked as Bluestreak ran out of the crowd, a small Barricade in his grip. "Bluestreak." Optimus greeted.

Bluestreak quickly ran up to the mech and frowned. "I beat up a mech."

Elita rolled her optics. "You don't admit to something like that to the Prime!"

"You should have seen Blue!" Barricade jumped out of Bluestreak's arms. "He grabbed that mech and threw him at least fifty meters!"

Optimus chuckled. "Really?"

"I did not!" Bluestreak argued. "Where's Synchro?"

"Your Sire has already been moved to Med bay. We are currently holding all the civilians until we can find a place for them all to stay."

"What abo- Wait. You knew?"

"Elita overheard one of yours and Ironhide's conversation." Optimus frowned. "I am sorry."

"It's fine. Is Prowl here?"

Optimus glanced down at Elita and then back to Bluestreak. "He is not."

Bluestreak frowned. "Right. I'll head to Med bay. Thanks! Come on Cade!"

Ratchet plugged Synchro into the Autobots' Vital reader. He released a sigh as a Red and white mech walked up to him. "He looks like he's doing well? Have you brought him out of stasis yet?"

Ratchet glanced over to the mech. "Are you a medic?"

The mech chuckled as he rubbed the back of his helm. His visor lit up with amusement. "No, Sir. I'm not, but I'm an assistant!"

Ratchet frowned. "A nurse?"

"Yeah. I uh, got my medic license revoked."

Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "Why? If I may ask."

The mech shrugged. "Something about Obsessive and Compulsive. I wasn't really listening. His office was a mess, and I was kind of tidying up."

Ratchet shook his helm. "You'll learn. Ratchet."

"First Aid!" The mech smiled. "Oh! I'll go get our Medical officer! Well, temporary Medical officer."

Ratchet nodded. "I'll online this fool." He started typing a on a machine, and within a couple of seconds, Synchro was on his way to onlining.

"Ratchet!"

Ratchet jumped and sighed. "Bluestreak."

"Thank Primus! They said Prowl wasn't on any of the ships! Do you know where he is? Please tell me you know where he is! If you don't know then I'm going back to Praxus right now and dragging him here!"

"You don't even know what's going on in Praxus!" Ratchet glared. "How do you expect to that idiot out?"

"If you all had to evacuate it can't be good!"

Ratchet reached into his subspace and pulled out an energon candy. "Here, Cade."

Barricade smiled as he snatched the candy out of Ratchet's servo. "Thank you!" Bluestreak sat him down, and let the youngling sit on the ground.

"Prowl said he was going to be on the last flight here. Red was supposed to be on mine, but surprise, surprise, he wasn't. I can only guess that Prowl is trying to drag Red out of there."

"How's Sire?"

"He should be onlining any astroklik."

"Smokescreen will be here next orn." Bluestreak sighed. "What is going on in Praxus?"

"Prowl got a call from Striker this morning. He said Decepticons were heading their way, most likely to destroy the place."

"Why?"

Ratchet shrugged. "Only Primus, Striker, and Megatron know at this point in time."

"Bluestreak!"

Bluestreak turned and frowned when he spotted Ironhide. "Y-yeah?"

"Come on. You're with me. Ratchet, watch Cade."

Bluestreak glanced back at Ratchet and slowly followed Ironhide out of the room.

"Hurry up!"

Bluestreak picked up his pace and ran after Ironhide. "What's going on?"

"We're headed to Praxus!"

"W-what? Why?"

"We got reports of Tox-En touching down!"

Bluestreak frowned. "Tox-en?"

"That's what I said, idiot! Hurry up!"

Ironhide stood in the center of the group of mechs. "Listen closely. There's Confirmed Tox-en out there." He walked over to pack. "Each of you gets one of these." He opened the pack and pulled out a strange item. "You attach it to your neck, and it'll filter the toxic matrials out of your energon stream." Ironhide glanced over the group. "We're on a rescue mission. We are not here to fight. Do not fire unless you are fired upon. Bluestreak, your job is to cover them. When you are out of this ship, find the highest ground possible." Ironhide brought up a map of Praxus. A red circle was right in the middle. "You're to cover this area. My suggesti-"

"Praxus University." Bluestreak interrupted. "It's the highest building. It has a view platform so I can get a good 360 view."

Ironhide smirked. "Good. Remember, search and rescue. Nothing more. Fire if fired upon. That's it."

"Yes, sir!"

Synchro glared at Ratchet as he sat with his pedes dangling over the edge of the berth. "And you just let him go."

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Believe it or not, I had no say in the issue. I'm not part of the Autobots."

Synchro shook his helm. "Traitor."

"You're just lucky you're online, and fully functional!"

"I thought I told you to keep Wheeljack out."

"He was your only option."

"I should have seen through that stupid disguise." Synchro cursed. "Where's Prowl?"

"Praxus." Ratchet sighed.

Synchro glared. "Where Bluestreak was just headed because of Tox-en?"

"Synchro, if you don't calm down, I put you right back into Medical Stasis!"

"No, you won't!"

Ratchet glanced behind him at First Aid. "Do you have any wrenches?"

First Aid smiled. "Sure we do! I'm glad you mentioned it, because he has a bolt loose and it's driving me crazy!" He pulled a wrench out of his subspace and passed it to Ratchet.

Ratchet smiled. "Ah, such a kind youngling."

Synchro glared at Ratchet. "You wouldn't."

"Don't test me, Synchro."

"That will be the las-" CLANG!

First Aid stared at Ratchet. "yo- Yo-"

"Thank Primus. I thought I'd go crazy listening to this idiot all day." Ratchet smirked as he passed the wrench back to First Aid. "Go crazy. Fix whatever's bothering you."

First Aid looked at the wrench in his servos, and then to Synchro. "Where to I start? I'll start high and go low." He walked over to Synchro's offline form and started fixing a bolt on his helm. "You're audials are uneven too. Poor mech, how do you live like this?" First Aid adjusted the Audial and frowned. "Now the other one is too far back. This is definitely going to take a while."

"First Aid!" A Green and Blue mech stomped up behind him. "You're supposed to be working on minor injuries!"

"Can't you see I am working?" First Aid glared. "I mean look at this! Do you see all these loose bolts? His Audials are all wrong! His pede's paint isn't right, and his red accents are OFF!"

The mech stared at First Aid and sighed. "You have issues, mech."

"Yeah, well I'm not the one who's a temp." First Aid mumbled as the mech walked away. "I NEED RED PAINT! STAT!"