A/N: I know I said on my facebook page that I wasn't going to update today, but Autobotschic seems so CRUSHED that I forced myself to update with this INCREDIABLY SHORT CHAPTER. This is all her fault. I'd like to add that this is unbetta'd due to the fact that my beta is sick, and I didn't feel like bugging her. (She's meaner than usual when she's sick. It's best to not take chances.)

REVIEWS

IvoryCrawler: XD I was thinking of doing it, and I wrote the idea down so I would remember for when I have more time to write! XD You can expect it though!

Autobotschic: No! You can't strangle Red! He's so cute.

Answerthecall: I couldn't allow those guys to die! XD I like them too much… for now.

Shizuka Taiyou: You may never know! XD Well, until they get to Ratchet anyways.

Storylovers91: XD I've always wanted one of those! XD Mwuahahaha! Jazz has been thrown in the depths of hell! XD No, not really. Yet… XD My allergies are actually getting better! My mom decided to get me some Aleve D! That stuff is da bomb! XD

Bluestreak, Red Alert, and Prowl drove as fast as they could through the deserted streets of Praxus. The streets were still intact along with most of the buildings, but everybody already knew that because of the Tox-en Praxus would be uninhabitable for vorns to come. "Turn right!" Bluestreak yelled at Red Alert who drove ahead of the group.

"Bluestreak, are you alright?" Prowl's Alt mode drove up beside Bluestreak.

"Yeah! No problem!" Bluestreak watched the blocks go by. "Red! One more block and then turn Left, and it's straight from there!"

Prowl went silent beside Bluestreak as the group made a quick left, drifting over small amounts of debris. His systems worked overtime to keep up with the two beside him, and his helm ached. Megatron would not get away with this. There was no way he would. Not if Prowl had any say in it.

Bluestreak sighed in relief when the other Autobot's signals popped onto his scanner. ::Ironhide, we're almost there!::

::You have a breem. How many blocks away are you?::

::Two.::

::Good, Ironhide out.::

Bluestreak revved his engine. "We have to hurry! Prowl, are you okay to go a little faster?"

"Yes, it will be fine." Prowl voiced as his helm throbbed.

"The road curves up ahead. After that, the ship should be in sight."

"And you're sure the ship is on our side?" Red Alert yelled back.

"Yes, Red! I'm sure!"

Ironhide paced back and forth as he waited for the three to reach the ship. "Sir, we're ready for take off."

"One more breem." Ironhide huffed. "Blue is almost here."

"Sir, if we stay here much longer, then we risk the lives of some of the civilians."

"I said one more breem!" Ironhide glared.

The mech jumped. "Ye-yes sir!"

Ironhide watched the blip that belonged to Bluestreak grow closer and closer. "Get ready to go!" Ironhide turned to the ship. "As soon as those three are on the ship, lift off. I want you ready!"

"Yes sir!" The mech gave Ironhide a sloppy salute before he ran into the ship.

Ironhide smirked as the sound of engines grew closer. "Good job, Blue."

Synchro laid on his berth with a huge frown. "I want energon!"

Node snorted. That was the fifth time his sire had asked for energon, and much like the last four, the medic said no. "Maybe if you just drink the medical grade they gave you, you wouldn't be so hungry."

"Maybe if you shut your mouth, I could get a medic over here that's willing to give me REAL energon!"

Node rolled his optics. "Listen Sire, I have to go save a place in the barracks they set up for the Praxians, so I'll be back in a little while. Don't get kicked out of Med bay, alright?"

Synchro huffed. "I won't get kicked out."

"I'm serious. Ratchet said he was going to go talk to the Prime. He should be back in a couple of breems. At least behave until then." Node stood up with smirked. "If you can."

"Oh har har!" Synchro grumbled as Node walked away. "Where's Crypt and Charger. I bet they could bust me out of here."