A/N: Only two things make fall worth living through. Halloween, and my birthday. That's it. Otherwise, I'd die of my allergies. In the past week, I've gone through FOUR boxes of Kleenex. FOUR! IN A WEEK! I can't breathe through my nose and no amount of medication will help me! Not only that, but the Medication I do have to take, just makes me loopy and out of it! GOSH! Fall, please end soon. Love, that one kid allergic to Juniper sperm…. (Don't ask. My biology teacher made it very clear that we should call it sperm, and not spore…. I don't know why. I must have been so loopy that, that specific memory eludes me…)

I almost forgot to update! Oops. Sorry, it's been a long week. My grandmother got out of the hospital, and passed out, then she got back home, and passed out again, so we had to call an ambulance so she had to go back again! (Twice in the same day) It's so nerve wrecking, espcially in a town like this where Ambulance drivers are voluteer workers and you don't really know if you have an ambulance or not. The hospitals like 30 miles away, and it's just ARRGGGHHH! Anyways! Here's the chapter!

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: Bluestreak doesn't appreciate the name calling of his youngling. He's glaring intently. XD Freefire: *wiggles his optic ridges.* How YOU doin'?

Zrexheartz: XD Don't hurt yourself! You might not get to read the chapter if you do!

Answerthecall: MWUHAHAHAH! HE MIGHT NOT RUN FAST ENOUGH! XD

Shizuka Taiyou: Because Blue is just that kind of mech? XD He lurves his youngling! XD

Storylovers91: XD I decided that would be the best place to end it, yes. XD Just a little something for you though, I do plan to update a little more during my winter break. XD I'd never dream of missing a week! Especially when it means a reader's life is at stake! For I am, NINJA SCHOOL DROPOUT! If you ignore the fact I dropped out of Ninja School, I am quite the hero. XD You also have to ignore all my "Oops" and "Oh god! I'm so sorry!" things, cause, well, you know, I did drop out of Ninja School. XD

IBrokeThe4thWall: XD He's adorable 24/7! Nope! I made him for that purpose. I plan on selling knives to people who wish to stab him! XD Bluestreak would do anything for his adorable younglings! I'm sure they'd do the same as well!

Ironhide cursed as he stomped his pede on the ground. "Fragger!" He glared over to another mech. "Get this ship packed with everybody! I don't care if you have to triple load this thing. We aren't leaving until everybody we found is on there."

"Yes, sir!" The mech yelled. "Bluestreak hasn't gotten back yet."

"I know." Ironhide grunted. "Who else?"

"Just Riot."

Ironhide nodded. "He pinged in about a breem ago. He has a couple of civilians with him."

"Do you think Bluestreak is telling the truth? Do you think the Decepticons are going to level Praxus?"

"Even if they don't, this place is uninhabitable for a long time." Ironhide sighed. "Have we run out of detoxicators?"

"Yes, sir."

"We leave in ten breems."Ironhide turned away from the mech. "Any longer and we start losing civilians."

"Yes, sir!"

Bluestreak ran as fast as he could down the street. The huge building at the end was the only thing on his processor. Prowl was there. Or, he should be at least. Bluestreak stopped and sighed. The building was a mess, but mostly still standing. ::Prowl, can you hear me?:: Silence. ::Prowl!::

Bluestreak's wings fell against his back. No. Prowl had to be okay! He had to be in there! Where could he be? Bluestreak took a deep breath before he ran into the building. "Prowl! Can you hear me? Prowl!" He listened to his echoes bounce off the walls, and glared. "Red Alert! Are you still here! Hello!" Bluestreak sighed. "Maybe the two are in Red Alert's office." Bluestreak quickly ran down the hall. "Please be in Red Alert's office!"

Ratchet walked into the Medical bay after his long conversation with the temporary CMO. What an idiot? He didn't even know what the frag he was doing. He sighed as stopped in front of Synchro's berth and nodded and raised an optic ridge. "First Aid really did a number."

"I'm not done yet."

Ratchet jumped. "Frag!" He stared at First Aid, who had a very serious look on his face. "I'm far from done. His left pede is .3 millimeters too big."

"You're done, kid." Ratchet sighed. "I do admit, he looks better. Did you repaint him?"

"Only everything that was unsymmetrical."

"So, everything?"

"Yes."

"Good." Ratchet nodded. "Good. I'm onlining him."

First Aid nodded. "Do you think he'll be alright with the adjustments I made?"

"Ah, he'll be fine with them." Ratchet smirked. "Even if he isn't, what's the worst he can do?"

"You're right? What is the worst he can do?" First Aid laughed.

With a groan, the red and black Praxian sat up. "My helm… It hurts like the pit."

"That would be the wrench." Ratchet inputted. He turned to Synchro and sighed. "You seem good."

"I feel better at least."

"Good." Ratchet nodded. "Where did I leave Barricade?" Ratchet sighed. "He was on the floor while First Aid was yelling at the temp CMO, and then I left. Did I take him with me?"

Synchro rolled his optics. "How do you lose a sparkling."

"He is a youngling, not a sparkling. And it is very easy. Should I remind you of all the times you lost Prowl?"

"You were sworn to secrecy!"

"Uh…" First Aid stepped forward. "You left him in here while you went to go get some energon. He's over there." First Aid pointed over to a berth. Barricade laid on his stomach, his lets bent up in the air, kicking back and forth. "His door wing paint was pretty sloppy, so I fixed it and he's letting them dry while he plays on a data pad."

Synchro stared at First Aid. "Do you have issues?"

"Only with Ratchet at the moment! I fixed everything else."

Ratchet glared at the young mech. "And what is wrong with me?"

"Where do I start?"

Synchro snorted. "He doesn't know you very well, does he?"

"Shut up, Synchro. Start where you wish, First Aid."

"Well, your optics are uneven. One is about a millimeter higher than the other. Your paint is off. You-" CLANG! First Aid dropped to the ground with a dent on the top of his helm.

Ratchet smirked. "I don't think he'll have any problems with me anytime soon."

"I see you're already causing trouble, Ratchet." A dark green Praxian slowly walked up to the group.

Ratchet sighed. "I'll leave you two alone. Make sure you stay on that berth, Synchro!"

"Whatever, Carrier."

Ratchet sneered as he walked away.

"Node!" Synchro smile. "My sparkling!"

"Don't call me that, old mech." Node sighed. "How are you?"

"I've been better, just not in a while!" Synchro smiled. "I have to admit, even if he does blow up a lot, Wheeljack knows what he is doing."

Node nodded. "I'm glad. There for a while, I didn't think you'd make it. I was worried that I might have to show up to your funeral."

"Ha! I wouldn't want your ugly aft there anyways."

"Seriously though, Sire, I don't want to have to go to another family member's funeral. Not again." Node sighed. "Especially not after Core."

Synchro nodded. "I know." He sighed before waving over a medic. "You!" The medic pointed at himself with a questioning look. "Yes, you! Come here!"

"Can I, uh, help you, sir?"

"Yeah, I need a chair for my youngling, and move that guy. I feel kind of bad leaving him on the ground.

The medic looked down at First Aid and sighed. "I'd rather leave him there. I'll be back with the chair."

"I don't know what's wrong with you younglings. The second you find out I'm dying, you all start acting like it's the end of your worlds."

Node chuckled. "Who are we supposed to give a hard time to after you're gone?"

"Why don't you just get bonded? That's what younglings are supposed to do! You're supposed to grow up, get bonded, and leave me behind!"

"Your chair!"

Node nodded to medic. "Thank you."

"No problem. Let me get this weirdo out of the way." The medic hefted First Aid onto his back, and slowly walked away.

Synchro rolled his optics. "As we were saying."

"I tried to leave you behind, but then you started coming to my bar."

"Maybe it's because I'm so sexy."

"You're as ugly as Sentinel's aft was."

"Harsh." Synchro sighed. "I guess I have vorns to go now. I owe Wheeljack a thanks."

Node nodded. "You do. Ratchet as well."

"Ratchet knows he has my thanks. He's not stupid. It's a silent agreement."

Prowl coughed as glared at Red Alert. "This is your fault." He sat up against the wall, his knees held up to his chest.

"Mine?" Red Alert snorted. "Everything is my fault, huh?"

Prowl's helm fell back against the wall. "At this point, yes. If you would have just left when I asked, we would both be in Iacon, far from this mess."

"Maybe you should have told me that you were sending us to Iacon and not our deaths!"

"I did."

Red Alert turned his helm away from Prowl. "You shouldn't have been so suspicious about it."

"Red Alert, I'm going to make this very clear. If we make it out of this, I will make sure your life is a living pit."

"Well the joke is on you! My life is a living pit! Everything is out to get me!"

Prowl started coughing again. "I wonder if Striker made it out of this."

Red Alert glared at Prowl. "Stop your coughing. You're going to infect me."

"It's Tox-en, Red Alert. I can't infect you." Prowl glared. "Even if I wanted to."

"Prowl! Are you here!"

Prowl and Red Alert's helms snapped to the door. "It's Bluestreak." Prowl sighed. "Red Alert, I can't yell. Get his attention."

"But… What if it's an evil clone?"

"Red Alert!"

Red Alert looked torn as he weighed his options. "Fine! WE'RE IN HERE!"

"Red?" Bluestreak's voice seeped in. "Is Prowl in there?"

"Yes!"

"Is he alright?"

"Yes!" Red Alert yelled, slightly annoyed.

"I am not alright, Red Alert." Prowl glared.

"Are you alright, Red?"

"I'm fine! Get us out of here!"

"What? How?"

Red Alert rolled his optics. "If you were the REAL Bluestreak, You'd know!"

"Oh for Primus sake!" Prowl sighed.

"OH, yeah! I remember! When I was a youngling you told me what to do in case a clone army came and knocked all the power out!"

Prowl stared at Red Alert. "You did what?"

Within a couple of seconds, the door was pushed open, and Bluestreak ran inside. "Prowl! Are you alright?"

"No. I am not." Prowl coughed.

Red Alert glared. "If you wouldn't have been outside this room when the Tox-en hit, you would have been fine!"

"Red!" Bluestreak yelled. "He has Tox-en poisoning? You said he was fine!"

Red Alert huffed. Prowl sighed. "It is fine."

"Here." Bluestreak reached around his neck and removed the extra filter from his neck. "This is going to filter out a lot of the Tox-en from your system. We have to go."

"Bluestreak, what ab-"

"Don't worry about me!" Bluestreak stood up, activated his short distance Comm., and turned his team's frequency. ::Bluestreak to Ironhide.::

::What the slag, Blue?::

::I have Red Alert and Prowl. We're headed to the ship now::

::Hurry up You have five breems.::

::Yes, sir!::

Bluestreak turned to Prowl and Red Alert. "Can you two transform?"

Prowl nodded. "I can."

"Me as well." Red Alert stood up. "Where are we headed?"

"The rescue ships. There's only one left. We have five breems before it leaves."

Prowl stood up. "We should go then."