A/N: XD Hello all! I feel accomplished, so nobody ruin it for me. This is where my beta comes in and starts yelling. XD

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Autobotschic: XD It's not only early! It was an extra! XD That is the cutest bird I have ever seen. XD Good luck. There is a ton! XD Well, they all probably weigh more than a ton each, so there's a lot!

Answerthecall: XD Synchro bosses around anybody he wants. XD He has my anger issues. I feel for him. Thankies!

Storylovers91: Nope! He is mine. XD Prowl belongs to me too. XD I've determined Prowl to be a very bad liar! XD He may or may not get better in the future. XD I am updating today! I have not forgotten about Smokey! He will be arriving the next orn!

Zrexheartz: XD We may have a very pissed off medic on our hands.

Kyleisdabest: XD It will! We have to get an established friendship first! XD And Prowl/Jazz is closer than you may think.

IvoryCrawler: Right? XD I wish my dad was like him. XD

Optimus followed Synchro into the medical bay. "If you would go back to your berth, I will see if anybody has any information on Bluestreak."

Synchro huffed. "Fine. He's in examination room 12. And hurry it up! I'm not getting any younger." He growled as he stalked away

Optimus smiled at the rude tone as he walked away. He had almost missed that tone of voice directed at him. Ever since he had become Prime, he was treated with such respect. He would have sworn some bots had worshipped him as if he was Primus. He was surprised none had openly bowed down to him.

"Ah! Prime!"

Optimus sighed as he turned to a young medic. "Yes?"

"Ah… You shouldn't be here! Not in a place like there! There's a lot of sick mechs!" The medic looked downright terrified. Almost as if just by Optimus standing there he was going to contract some deadly disease.

Optimus ignored the mech's senseless worry. "I am looking for information on a mech named Bluestreak. His Sire is worried, and nobody has heard anything about him. Do you think you can see what you can find out?"

"Do you, uh, know the examination room he's in?"

"12, I believe."

"I'll be right back! Don't, uh, go anywhere!"

Optimus smiled as the mech ran into a counter, and quickly ran down the hall.

"Prime? What are you doing here?"

Optimus glanced behind him. "I could ask you the same thing, Ironhide. Don't you have a youngling and a bonded to be getting to?"

Ironhide snorted. "I am waiting for our soldiers to get their examinations. Then I have to get my own. What about you?"

"I am obtaining information for Synchro." Optimus answered as he leaned up against the wall. "He seemed very upset, and who am I to say no to the mighty Synchro."

Ironhide cursed. "I should have known he'd find out. Synchro knows all, sees all, and is all."

Optimus smirked. "I doubt that."

Ironhide shrugged. "How do you think he tracked you down?"

"Asking around." Optimus shrugged.

"And who on Cybertron would tell a strange Praxian where the PRIME was?"

Optimus frowned. "I don't know."

Ironhide smirked. "Synchro knows all, sees all, and is all." He repeated

Optimus racked his processor to find the answer to riddle. When his processor came up blank he sighed. "How did he know?"

Ironhide let out a laugh. "You'll never know. I doubt Synchro would tell you either."

"Prime, sir!" The medic jogged up to the two. "Bluestreak is still in the examination room undergoing treatment!"

"And what is wrong with him?" Optimus asked.

The medic pulled out a data pad, and quickly turned it on. "It seems he has severe Tox-en poisoning. They are treating that now with a strong anti-toxin, and by filtering his energon. He'll have to stay in here for a while so that the medics can make sure there isn't any out lasting effects."

"What kind?" Ironhide stepped forward.

The medic gave Ironhide an unsure look before looking over to Optimus. When Optimus nodded the mech started talking again. "Sometimes with Tox-en poisoning, paralysis can occur. Other times it affects the joints and hydraulics. It could take a long time for a patient to regain mobility, and even then they'll have to do a lot of physical therapy."

"How did the Tox-en get so bad? Most of the time Blue had an extra filter on." Ironhide asked.

The medic looked through the data pad. "He had a couple of minor lacerations. The filters wouldn't have done much good since the Tox-en had an easy, and direct, way to get into his energon lines. That along with the fact that he did take his filter off would explain the extent of his poisoning."

"He'll be alright though?" Optimus asked.

"He'll live." The medic answered. "We won't know about any of the outlasting effects until he wakes up."

Optimus nodded. "Thank you."

The medic nodded before slowly walking away. Ironhide sighed. "Good. Maybe Prowl will calm down, and Synchro won't go crazy."

Optimus nodded. "I will go tell Synchro. You have a pleasant examination."

Ironhide rolled his optics. "Fragger. You know I hate examinations."

Optimus smirked. "I do know that. Don't I?"

Ironhide glared as the prime walked away. "What an afthole."

Jazz smirked as he walked into the Iacon base, and immediately spotted two familiar Praxians. He took a running start as he jumped onto one of the Praxians' backs. "Crypt!" He yelled.

The Praxian let out a string of curses. "Frag it, Jazz! One of these orns, you're going to hit me the wrong way, and I'll send you flying!"

Charger giggled. "It wouldn't matter what you did, Crypt. Jazz would just bounce off the wall, do a couple of flips, and be right back on his pedes!"

"Yup!" Jazz jumped off Crypt's back and puffed out his chest with pride. "So, where's Prowler?"

"Med bay." Charger answered. "He asked us to make sure everybody was accounted for. Have you seen Sliver or Scatter Frost?"

"Nope." Jazz shook his helm. "Ah haven't. Just got here."

Crypt sighed. "Right. Thanks. If you do see them, tell them to find one of us."

Jazz nodded. "Will do. How do ah get ta the med bay?"

Charger smiled. "Follow me. I was just headed that way." He looked over to Crypt and smiled. "You, don't make anybody upset. Behave yourself, and no using the glare."

Crypt snorted. "Don't tell me what to do."

"Don't tell me not to tell you what to do."

"Fine." Crypt sighed.

Charger snorted. "C'mon, Jazz. Let's get a move on!"

The green femme sat at the bar as the bots around her watched the holo-cast News update. She cursed as she slammed her high grade onto the bar. The bar tender frowned as she stood up and stomped away from the bar. "Hey!" He called out. "You gonna pay?"

"No." She answered coolly. "But Silverstreak will." She growled.

The bartender watched as the femme left. He growled before yelling out. "Which one of you fools is Silverstreak?"