A/N: OH MAH GOSH! Fanfiction keeps disabling my e-mail alerts. Darn Yahoo! I just don't know what's going on! None of the E-mails are going to spam, I've added the bot to my contacts like ten times, and no matter WHAT I DO, it won't stop! (insert pouty face here.) I'm so mad! So mad that I just want to punch something, but I'll just have to wait for the next time I see my brother. He'll just have to take my punches like the 22 year old he is.

And because I'm already complaining. I NEED A NEW OFFICE CHAIR! Ironhide (My cat) keeps attacking me through the back of mine. I'm tired of asking my mother to doctor my wounds, and then have her laugh in my face saying no…

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Autobotschic: *Looks around.* I don't… I don't think I heard anybody say thank you… XD Except Fighter. She did say thank you, and then she hit me, causing me to "accidently" spill water on her weak frail form. She then punched me, and it really hurt…

Answerthecall: I'm glad somebody thought it was good! I felt bad making so short, and then not having it beta'd made me feel like there's probably some major issues with it. XD

Shizuka Taiyou:

Storylovers91: XD I'll have to make that into a real song one of these days. XD Who says he doesn't want to be stuck in hell? I'm pretty sure he'd make it into a night club or something. XD It's just some sinus relief stuff, but it's so strong! XD My mom got it for me, and the cashier thought she was drug dealer. I'll try my best this week! I set a goal, and I hope to meet it! Until then, deal with this short chapter that came out of nowhere!

Zrexheartz: XD It's no big deal! I understand! XD Everybody thinks that! XD There might seriously be something about to happen to Blue though. Or there might not be. I feel evil…

Kyleisdabest: XD I try to update every week on this thing. XD If I can get the time to write that is. XD I seriously almost didn't update last week.

Blue watched Prowl closely as they sat in the hold of the ship along with 20 or 30 other bots. Prowl's optics were dull and unfocused as he stared ahead with a tired expression his faceplates.

"Prowl, are you sure you're alright? I mean, I wasn't out there very long without the extra filter, and I feel like scrap." Bluestreak gave Prowl a few moments to answer before a frown fell over his face. "Prowl?" Bluestreak tapped Prowl's shoulder, causing the mech to jump, and snap his helm towards Bluestreak.

Prowl, realizing it was just Bluestreak, released a sigh. "Yes?"

Bluestreak sent a concerned gaze towards Prowl. "I was just wondering if you were alright."

"Ah, yes, I am fine."

Bluestreak frowned. "Please don't lie to me, Prowl. If you feel bad, tell me. It's important."

Prowl glanced over to his sire with a sigh. "It is only a helm ache. Probably caused by Red Alert's personality." Prowl glanced over to where Red Alert sat in a corner where he had the perfect view of the whole hull where 'nobody could sneak up' on him. "It is really nothing to worry about."

"Prowl, I worry about everything, all the time. I worry about whether or not you recharge, refuel, get to your appointments with Ratchet or even whether or not you get your daily dose of socialization with Jazz! I worry as much about you as do Smokescreen, and I WORRY about Smokescreen!"

"I know." Prowl smiled.

"It's because I love you."

"I know."

Bluestreak leaned back contently against the wall of the ship. "How is Jazz? I didn't get a chance to see him in Iacon."

"That would be because he is not in Iacon." Prowl answered. "He was with the Decepticons. If my tracker is still working properly, he is halfway to Iacon now."

Bluestreak frowned. "Oh…"

Barricade smiled at himself in the mirror. He was perfect! He glanced up at First Aid his smile only grew. "It's so pretty!"

First Aid smiled. "And Symmetrical."

"I don't know what that means, but I like it."

"You're creating a monster." Ratchet sighed as he walked up behind First Aid. "A good looking monster."

"I'm not a monster!" Barricade growled, his optics narrowing into slits.

Ratchet stared into Barricade's optics. His own optics hardening with authority. "Do you talk with Chromia and Ironhide with that tone?"

Barricade growled. "They don't call me a monster!"

Ratchet rolled his optics. "I meant it in a joking way, Little one." He sighed. Barricade huffed as he stomped off. "Where are you going?" Ratchet called.

"Somewhere!"

Ratchet shook his helm. "Like frag you are."

"You're not my guardian! You can't stop me!"

::Ratchet to Chromia::

::Ratchet? How are you coming me?::

::I'm in Iacon, the medical bay to be exact. Come get your snotty little youngling.::

::When did you… What did he do now?::

::Just come get him.:: Ratchet ended the comm. and turned walked after the small youngling.

First Aid stood confused as he watched Ratchet snatch the youngling up, and set him down on a berth, magnetizing his aft in place. "Um, Ratchet, I don'-"

"I don't care." Ratchet answered. He turned back to a squirming Barricade. "You will sit there until Chromia comes to pick you up. First Aid, watch him. I'm going to go check on Synchro again. Earlier he was bossing mechs around like he owned the place."

"Ah, Okay."

"DON'T let him up."

"Right." First Aid nodded.

Chromia sighed as she walked into Med bay. Her audials were immediately met with the screeching of her youngling. Following the deafening sound, she stopped in front of the black and white mech. His optics were pouring tears, and his small body struggled against the restraining magnetization. "What are you screeching about?"

Barricade only continued with his screaming.

"Hey." Chromia sighed. "Stop."

Barricade only ignored her.

"Barricade, stop."

"I DON'T THINK HE CAN HEAR YOU!" A red and white mech yelled from beside her.

Chromia sent a glared his way. "I refuse to raise my voice to a youngling. He may not be able to hear me, but I know he can sense me, and if he's going to keep screeching like this, then he might as well make plans to stay here."

The screeching stopped.

"I thought so." Chromia gave the youngling a hard look. "Why were you giving Ratchet a hard time?"

"He started it." Barricade sniffled.

"And how did he do that?"

"He called me a monster! He said that he made me into a monster!" Barricade pointed to the red and white mech. When Chromia's gaze met him he started looking around in a panicked movement.

Chromia turned to Barricade and sighed. "He was joking. That doesn't explain why you overreacted."

"I'm not a MONSTER!"

Chromia sighed. "We know you're not. Nobody meant it seriously. You shouldn't lose your temper so easily."

"I DIDN'T LOSE IT!" Barricade yelled. "It was right here the whole time."

Chromia forced a giggle back. "Yeah sure." She released a light sigh before she continued. "You're going to apologize to Ratchet."

"No."

"I don't think I heard you right."

"NO!"

Chromia nodded. "Okay. Have fun staying there then." She slowly turned and walked excruciatingly slow twards the door.

"Wait!"

A small smirk graced her face as she turned back. "Yes?"

"Do I have to mean it?"

"Yes."

"Why do I have to apologize to him? He started it!"

"Because Ratchet is senile. And he's your doctor."

"So?"

"He's not a nice one when you get on his bad side."

Barricade frowned. "Fine. Let me down!"

"I am not stupid. I'm going to go get Ratchet, and you're going to apologize to him. Then you'll get down."

Barricade let a pout wash over his features, confirming Chromia's guess that he was going to bolt as soon as she let him down. "Fine."

Chromia nodded as she turned away. "I'll be right back. You!" She pointed to the red and white mech. "Watch him."

"Uh, where is he going to go?"

Chromia rolled her optics as she walked away. "He's sneaky."