A/N: Whaat? NINJA SCHOOL DROPOUT IS AHEAD ON CHAPTERS AGAIN? NO WAY! XD Give it a week. I'll be behind again.

Here's a nice extra chapter, don't get too used to this.

You know, I don't really know where the idea for this story came from. My family is nothing like this. XD I know this because on my birthday, I was alone in my room. XD Which isn't a bad thing. I enjoy it like that, but It seems nice in this story, to have a close knit, nothing more important than family, family. XD

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: XD riiiiggghhhhttt. Loyal. XD You're just lucky your gang has a truce with the Bloody Gummy Bears. XD Bluestreak can't help it! He's just a youngling school teacher! XD

Answerthecall: Prowl has anger issues. He can't help it. XD Thank You!

Storylovers91: XD I can't help it! Jazz is my mech! I love him! I can't say… I want to, but I cannot. XD Thank you!

Zrexheartz: XD His rampage would just be tripping bots and knocking over vases! XD I've just lost all respect for Synchro…

Shizuka Taiyou: (Ch 49) He might! Give him some time! He'll drive the medics crazy!

(CH 50): Who said he has to wait till he's of age? MWUHAHAHA

(Ch 51): When Prow has a full blown mental breakdown, you can always tell. It starts with small things, like his optics flashing and his helm twitching. Soon he loses control of his limbs, he'll randomly starting hitting people. Next he goes silent, and everything starts going back to normal. As soon as you think it's over, he bombs your house… *nods*

Synchro smiled as Prowl slowly walked up to his berth. He sat up and crossed his legs waiting in anticipation for Prowl to get closer. "Prowl! Glad you made it!"

Prowl nodded. "Hello, Synchro."

Synchro smiled. "You know, Striker reached out over the bond earlier." Synchro started, giving Prowl a calculating glance. "He's in Altihex. I'm sure Arcee isn't very happy about that." He chuckled.

Prowl nodded as he sat down on the provided chair. "I am just happy he is not here."

Synchro nodded. "So, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Prowl answered.

"Really?" Synchro raised his optic ridges. "Because your door wings are against your back, and you didn't notice I have a bond instead of a pre-bond."

Prowl's door wings shot up. He didn't speak for a moment as he allowed the information to sink in. "I have a helm ache is all. It seems to be affecting my battle computer."

Synchro nodded, not buying the excuse at all. "I see. You do understand that we are not letting Megatron get away with this. Not at all. I'll be fragged by an insecticon before I allow him to get away with any of the slag he does!"

"Please try and calm down. You have to fully recover before we can do anything."

"We can at least talk about it." Synchro pouted.

"No, we cannot." Prowl insisted. "The more you talk about it, the more you get worked up."

Synchro sighed. "Fine. Where's Blue? I have to talk to him. I'm guessing that because you're here, he must be back from Praxus as well."

"Examination room 12. He is going through diagnostics and getting an anti-toxin for the Tox-en. He said he some other things to do after that."

Synchro slowly laid back on his berth. He stared up at the ceiling and rested his arms over his abdomen. "That would be the second lie you told me, just since you walked in here. I suggest you don't make it three. Now, where is Blue?"

"Examination room 12."

"Why?"

"I do not know."

Synchro nodded as he sat up. He swung his legs over the edge of the berth, and hopped off.

"Synchro! You shouldn't be up!" Prowl jumped out of chair and reached for Synchro's shoulder.

Synchro pushed Prowl's servo away. "Mute it." He pushed Prowl aside as he walked passed him. "I have stuff to do."

"Synchro, please listen." Synchro paused and glanced back. "I've already tried getting information. Nobody is talking."

"Where is Ratchet?"

"He is helping with civilians."

"Alright then." Synchro walked away, heading for the Medical bay's exit.

"Where are you going?"

"To find the prime! If his idiotic medics aren't going to say anything then maybe he can make them!"

Prowl groaned as he fell back into his chair. "No point trying to stop him now."

Optimus sat in the video conference as commanding mechs from different city state bases yelled and argued across the lines. "ENOUGH!" Linebreaker, the commanding officer for Tyger Pax, yelled. "We are not here to scream and yell about whether or not our city state is next! We are here to see what we can do for the Praxians who lost their homes!"

Optimus nodded. "We are. We estimate 200,000 Praxians that now have no home."

"Only 200 thousand?" Linebreaker frowned. "Praxus used to have over a million occupants!"

"We only have an estimate of 200 thousand that have made it out and migrated to other city states." Optimus frowned. "We are afraid that after the actual bombings that occurred at 1500, there will not be many more."

The room went silent as the commanders on the monitors all went silent. Elita-One, standing in the corner of the room, angled her helm to the floor. Linebreaker sighed. "I see. Tyger Pax has already reached it's limit. We cannot take in anymore."

Optimus jumped as a servo was put on his shoulder. "Us Praxians would like to thank you for your effort, but I suggest you start sending as many as you can to Altihex. A companion of mine there has set up refugee camps. She promises me she will not turn anybody away."

Optimus slowly turned and sighed. "Synchro."

Synchro looked down at Optimus then looked up. "Her designation is Arcee. I suggest you at least help with supplies. And stop worrying about the ones who lost homes, and start worrying about the ones who lost families! Homes can be replaced."

Optimus stood up. "We'll continue this later. For now do as Synchro says. Send the refugees you cannot harbor to Altihex." He nodded and all the monitors went off.

"Should you be up right now, old mech?" Elita asked as she stepped forward.

Synchro glared at her as he shrugged. "Who cares?" He turned to Optimus and crossed his arms. "Your medical staff sucks! I have no idea where anybody is and nobody is telling anybody a fragging thing!"

Elita snorted. "So you came here to complain?"

Synchro rolled his optics. "Get over it. I want to know where Bluestreak is."

Optimus nodded. "Your youngling?"

Synchro gave Optimus a suspicious look. "And you know that how?"

"Elita overheard Bluestreak and Ironhide talking." Optimus sighed. "Our medical staff is very small. We do not have a proper Chief Medical Officer. You will have to forgive us for that."

"Take mine." Synchro sighed as he turned around and left the room.

Optimus looked over to Elita. "Did he just…"

Elita shrugged. "I don't know what he just did."