A/N: I am trying so hard not to just throw my computer out the window right now. In fact, it's four A.M Friday morning, and I'm rewriting this whole god damn chapter from nothing. I JUST WANT TO SLAM MY HEAD INTO A WALL, AND NEVER STOP! I'm not answering reviews this time. I'm sorry, that batch will probably never be answered, just because right now I. am. so. done.

AND ANOTHER THING! This version wasn't beta'd, sorry.

Sliver slowly raised her helm up. It took all the strength she had left. She stared into Covenant's optics. Her tired ones met the steel angry glare of her once friend. "Pl…ease… st…op."

Covenant frowned as she crouched down to optic level with the femme. "I would, but I don't have what I need. All you have to do is give me the information I need."

"I…can't..."

Covenant sighed as she stood up. "Fine." She glanced over to the other femme laid on the ground, optics offline. "I get it. I'll tell you what. I'll let the two of you go. I will, but in exchange, I want you to send a message to your precious mech. I will find him. I won't rest until I do. Tell him to be ready. He won't know when I'm coming. He'll never know. I'll take him out in one foul swoop. Just like he did to Targa."

The huge Blue and White mech walked calmly into the Iaconian military base. He paused at a secretary counter and waited patiently as the mech behind the counter finished a short comm. "Can I help you?"

"I'm searching for a Praxian by the designation of Synchro."

The mech nodded as he turned a computer and typed in the designation. "He's in Medical bay. I'll get you a visitation pass. Why do you need him?"

"I'm returning something."

The mech nodded. "Alright, and designation?"

"Ultra Magnus."

The mech passed Ultra Magnus a data pad. "That is good until the end of visitation joors. We do ask that if a medic asks you to leave, you cooperate."

"Of course." Ultra Magnus nodded.

"Med bay is straight down that hall, second right, then first left."

Ultra Magnus nodded. "Thank you."

The mech smiled. "You're welcome."

Smokescreen yawned and stretched as he stepped out of the aircraft. "Iacon." He smiled. "I was brought online here."

Rung followed closely behind Smokescreen, going through a data pad of information. "Were you? I thought you were Praxian."

"I wasn't onlined in Praxus. My creators had a whole gambling business here in Iacon. I helped run it. After a while, we left. We ended up in Praxus, and after a while, I was abandoned."

"You were abandoned?" Rung glanced up from the data pad.

Smokescreen shrugged. "I kept running the gambling thing for about a decaorn before an enforcer picked me. I was in his care until they officially declared me abandoned, and then I pushed into my Sire's arms. I outright rejected him at first."

"It is common for abandoned younglings to have trust issues, and reject any adult who tries to take care of them."

"Will you stop psycho-analying my story?"

"Sorry." Rung apologized.

Smokescreen shook his helm. "It's called a break. You need one. We can always play a quick game."

"No. I don't gamble, you shouldn't either. It's an unhealthy obsession."

"Says Mr. I-have-all-the-Ark-replica-models-ever-made."

"It's Rung."

Smokescreen laughed. "Why is that name so hard to remember?"

"I'm generally a forgettable mech. You should go meet up with your sire."

"Right." Smokescreen smiled. "We start tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'll sign us in. Go."

"Thanks, Ring."

"It's Rung!"

Bluestreak slowly onlined his optics. He stared at the ceiling for a while before he slowly turned his helm to the side. He groaned as he allowed his helm to hit the berth. He had to be dreaming.

"Sire? Are you online?"

Bluestreak snapped his helm back over to the Red, white, and blue mech. "Smokescreen! You aren't supposed to-"

"I just got here, and I go to the front desk looking for you, and they told me you were in Medical bay! Talked to a medic, and they said that you had Tox-en poisoning. I already checked on Prowl and Synchro, they're both alright. Are you?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I'm okay, I think."

Smokescreen sighed. "Don't scare me! I thought you were dying! Can you move your legs?"

"Yes."

"What about your arms?"

"Yes?"

"Can you move them or not?"

"Yes."

"Can you see?"

"Yes!"

Smokescreen sighed. "Good. Does your helm ache?"

"Slightly."

Smokescreen frowned. "I'll go get a medic."

"No!" Bluestreak quickly sat up. "It's not that bad. It's just a dull throb. Really."

Smokescreen frowned. "Alright. Fine. I can't believe they did that to Praxus. Those ! I am so out of the loop! I didn't even know what happened until I got here. I freaked out. I mean, I thought my spark was just going to drop right out of my aft!"

"Smokescreen."

"Sorry." Smokescreen sighed. "I'm just mad."

"It's fine." Bluestreak sighed. "Everybody is alright though?"

"Prowl said so. He also said that Sliver and Scatter Frost were missing. They were on the ship to get here, then they disappeared."

"That sounds like them."

"Yeah." Smokescreen frowned. "There was also a red mech looking for you, but they wouldn't let him visit unless he was family. He was Switchside, or something like that."

Bluestreak frowned. "Sideswipe?"

"Yeah, that was it! A friend?"

"Yeah."

Smokescreen smiled. "Good. You need more friends. I'm sorry to say this, but you're really not that social."

"Are you alright, Smokey?"

Smokescreen paused. "Y-yeah."

"What's wrong?"

Smokescreen's helm slowly lowered. "I… I thought you… I thought you might have been really hurt. I just… I… We're not very close, and thought that if you were gone, then there'd be no chance to get closer with you. I… Don't want you to offline without me even getting a chance to really get to know you."

"You've spent your whole life with me."

"But, I… You don't get it! You and Prowl are really close, and I'm just off doing all kinds of stuff. My whole life I've always been pushing you away."

"That's how yo-"

"It's not how younglings are supposed to be. Frag. Rung was right. I always knew you were going to leave me, so I just pushed you away. It hurt being abandoned the first time, and I didn't want you to do it too. I left as soon as I could, and I tried not to look back."

Bluestreak slowly sat up. "Come here."

Smokescreen frowned as he stepped closer. "What?" He jumped when Bluestreak wrapped his arms around him, and pulled him into a hug.

"You're my youngling, and I'm proud of you. If you want to spend time together, just say so."

"I want to spend some time with you, if the medics will allow it, especially Ratchet. I don't want to get hit."

Bluestreak released Smokescreen and smiled. "Okay."

Ultra Magnus stood up when he spotted Synchro walking towards him. "Synchro."

"Magnus." Synchro glared. "What?"

"I have something of yours." Ultra magnus pulled out a data pad. "Here."

"A data pad?"

"Read it. And might I compliment your new appearance."

Synchro glared at the huge mech. "Shut up! A stupid medic's assistant 'fixed it'." Sycnrho onlined the data pad and frowned. "What is this?"

"Those femmes were found in an empty building. Two of my mechs found them in that state, my medical staff is working on them, well, the one of them. Only one had serious injuries. It is sus-"

"Do you know who did it?"

"One of them mumbled Covenant, if that means anythi-" Magnus stopped talking as a crack echoed down the hall.

Synchro glared at the cracked data pad. "I'll need another copy of this data pad."

"Are you just going to break it again?"

"I might break it over your helm!"

Ultra Magnus grabbed Synchro, and slammed him into the wall. "Listen here, you disgusting vermin. I am not part of your organization. I am helping you out of the good in my spark. You will not speak to me like that."

Synchro growled as he grabbed the huge mech's arm, and pulled him over his back, smashing him to the ground. "I don't care who you are. I don't care if you're helping me, or hurting me, I will tear you down. I want the femmes transferred here, and I want a copy of that data pad."

Ultra Magnus snorted as he stood up. "We'll see. It was good talking to you again."

Synchro huffed. "Yes, it was a nice chat."

A/N: It is now 8 AM Friday morning. I have finished this, and am now going to go pass out until One in the afternoon so I don't miss HATFilms' Livestreem for the Yogscast donation thingy. Good day.

P.S. I'm still so done. I AM DONE! DONE! DONE! I HATE MYSELF SO FRAGGING MUCH. I feel like cursing out everybody in the world. This has been the worst day and so many hours in my life.

P.P.S Just to punch you guys in the guts. The original chapter was a thousand more words longer... I'm sorry, that was my self hatred talking...