A/N: THE NEW DOCTOR WHO WAS AMAZING! (That may or may not be the reason I'm updating so late.)

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: XD I can imagine that. NO! Nobody need protecting from Covenant! Except Blue...

Answerthecall: XD No worries! I will! XD I know!

Zrexheartz: He would! He would be like a big bouncy ball!

Shizuka Taiyou: (Ch. 52): Right? He is so heartless! XD Ratchet will be on a murderous rampage!

(Ch 53)XD You never know!

Prowl allowed the Prime's words to sink in as he sat in his chair. Synchro glared at the Prime as his legs dangled down from the edge of the berth. "How the frag did he get 'lacerations' anyways? He's a sniper. He's not supposed to be reachable by the opponent! He's supposed to be out of sight and mind!"

Optimus nodded. "As I've said many times, the army is not fu-"

"Then take mine!" Synchro glared. "We are allies. Are we not? It means if you need something you ask for it? Are you a youngling? Do I have to guess if you need energon or if you scrapped yourself?"

Optimus stared at Synchro with wide optics. "No?"

"Do you not know? Why are you questioning yourself? Frag it! You're the Prime! Not some youngling! Grow up!"

Prowl frowned. "Bluestreak is going to be alright though?"

"He will live. The medics won't know how the poison affected him until after he onlines."

Synchro huffed. "Useless."

Prowl shook his helm. "I apologize for his behavior."

Optimus smiled. "It's fine. He is probably just worried about Bluestreak's wellbeing."

"Yes, aren't we all?" Prowl sighed.

"Excuse me? Are you all Bluestreak's family unit?"

Synchro's helm snapped over to the medic. "Is he up?"

"No, but he is in a private room, and is allowed one visitor at a time." The medic smiled. "He's in room 2."

Synchro nodded. "Why don't you go first, Prowl?"

"Are you sure?" Prowl asked.

Synchro nodded. "Yes, I am. Go."

Prowl looked between the two with uncertainty. He finally released a sigh and stood up. "Behave."

"Don't tell me what to do." Synchro growled.

Optimus watched Prowl go before he turned his attention back to Synchro. "I get the feeling you wish to discuss something."

Synchro glanced up at the prime and nodded. "I do." He took a deep breath before he started. "I would like to tell you that you now have a lot of allies. I'd use them. Arcee, the friend I mentioned? That is a powerful ally all by itself. Try to take advantage of them."

"That is what was so important to tell me?" Optimus raised an optic ridge.

"No." Synchro sighed. "I have a feeling Bluestreak offlined somebody."

Optimus frowned. "I do not have reports of the mission yet. I would not know."

"If he did, he will not take it well." Synchro shook his helm. "When you showed up, he didn't remember what he did to Sentinel. I had Ratchet block the memories. He was a miserable sight."

Optimus sat next to Synchro. "I see."

"Blue has never been a killer. I am the one who puts him in that position. I corner him, and force him to do my bidding. I know he doesn't like it, but I keep asking it of him. Now, he's volunteered himself into being a soldier. A professional killer. He can't take it. I'm an awful sire for making him go through all of that."

Optimus sighed. "I believe you did a wonderful job raising him."

Synchro sighed. "No, he did a wonderful job with his younglings. I didn't even raise him half of the time. I was too busy."

Prowl sat down next to Bluestreak's berth. He watched as an IV dripped down. No doubt that was the Anti-toxin. He sighed as he leaned back. "You were so worried about me that you didn't even care about yourself, Idiot."

Prowl shook his helm. "You always do this, Sire. You don't understand how important your health is to everybody else. If you feel bad, you should say something."

"This is stupid. I don't even know why I'm talking to you. You can't hear me and you won't remember." Prowl stood up, and took one last look at Bluestreak. "I hate med bays. They remind me of Terra-byte."

"No! No, please!" The mech slowly backed up, terror in his optics as he bumped into the end of the dark alley. "Stay away!"

"Why?" A femme's voice echoed through the alley. "Didn't he ask you to stay away too? He told you that he didn't want any of your stupid offers."

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"You don't?" The femme's voice came out surprised. "Maybe I have the wrong mech. I'm so sorry!"

"Yes! The wrong mech!"

"Shut up!" The femme yelled, her anger reaching its limit. "I don't have the wrong mech! You are Cluster."

The mech flinched at the sound of the femme stepping closer. "N-no!"

Click.

"No?" The femme questioned. "I think you're lying."

Click.

"No! I'm not! I swear!"

Click.

"Who do you swear to? Just swearing isn't enough. Not that I'd believe you even if you did swear to something." The femme laughed.

Click.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?"The mech yelled as he slid down the wall.

"Because you're the reason he's gone. The one thing I had left in this disgusting world. THE ONE THING!" The femme stepped into the light. Her armor split between two shades of green, A dark green, and light green. Her blue optics shined with hatred. "So, I'm going to take the one thing you care about most."

"And what is that?" The mech asked, feeling hope that the femme was only threatening him.

The femme's helm fell to the side at the mechs suddenly hopeful voice. "Isn't it obvious?" She laughed. "Your life."

Prowl made his way slowly back to Synchro's berth. His door wings low on his back, and his helm angled down. "Prowler!"

Prowl's helm shot up. "Jazz?"

"Heya!" Jazz smiled. "How ya doin'? Ah heard 'bout Blue."

"I am fine. We are just waiting on him to wake up now." Prowl continued walking until he reached Synchro's berth and nodded for Synchro to go for his turn to visit Bluestreak. Charger walked to Synchro's side and helped him off the berth.

Synchro nodded in thanks before he walked away from the group. Charger glanced over to Prowl, "Everybody is accounted for except the twins."

Prowl nodded. "I see. Thank you, Charger."

Charger nodded. "Sure!"

Jazz frowned. "This is really a mess, ain't it?"

Prowl nodded as he sat down on the chair. "It is." He looked around the huge medical bay with a frown. Most of the berths were filled with Praxians. Some he recognized, others he didn't. "A huge mess."

Charger smiled. "Everything will turn out fine. It always does."

"How can you say that?" Prowl glared up at Charger. "Praxus is destroyed! There is no way we can ever go back!"

Charger just continued smiling. "Well, I can say it, because I am hopeful. You focus too much on your calculations. If you don't have hope, what do you have?"

"Reality." Prowl answered.

The green femme sat outside the Iacon library, a gray mech sitting next to her. "And you are certain this is him?"

"Almost 1000 percent!" The mech smiled.

The femme sent a glare his way. "I don't want almost. I want to know 100 percent. You have no room for screw ups. Not after Tyger Pax." The femme glared behind her at a dark alley. "Clean that up, Fragger."

"Covenant!" The mech glared. "You did that!"

Covenant glared at the mech as she stood up. "And you screwed up. Fix it before that mess back there becomes you."

The mech froze as the femme walked away. "Frag it!" He cursed. "I hate this job. I'M NOT A JANITOR!"