A/N: I started panicking because I didn't like the last part, and I've been working on it for like an hour, and then I realized, I was working on the wrong chapter. XD

WE HIT THREE HUNDRED REVIEWS! OH MY GOD! Thank you all so much! Do you know what this means? It's time. It's time for me to roll around, and squeal! XD Anyways, Thank you soo much. I love each and every one of you, and you all get hugs… unless you don't want one, in which case… you can have cake.

Honestly, I love writing, and all you guys' inputs, and comments are awesome. I'd write this no matter the number of reviews I get, but it puts pressure on me to write more frequently knowing even one person enjoys reading.

…. My mom just yelled at me to stop squealing, "Like a hog that just got shot in the leg." So… I guess I'll do silent squeals.

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Autobotschic:XD I'll never forgive you. You did not! You kept saying it was Freefire! XD

Answerthecall: XD Nobody suspects the cute youngling. I'm a nice person. Nothing mean I do goes without an apologetic gift. Unless I don't like a bot. Then it goes without an apologetic gift.

Shizuka Taiyou: Ch. 57: When he not pissed? XDCH. 58: XD In his defense, he was . 59: I have come to realize that most teachers are. Ch. 60: They have to get worse before they can get better!

Zrexheartz: XD This chapter sorta has a scene like that. It doesn't have Livewire and Freefire though. Prowl and Synchro would kill somebody though! XD

Bluestreak pulled two chairs up, and sat next to Synchro and across from Charger and Crypt. "Hi."

Charger smiled. "Hello Lord Bluestreak. I'm glad to see you are feeling well enough to sneak out of Medical bay."

Crypt snorted as Bluestreak laughed. "I was released. Sire is the one who snuck out."

Synchro shrugged as Prowl made it to the table and sat down. "There is a 100 percent chance you will be caught before you leave this area."

Synchro frowned. "And why do you say that?"

"Ratchet is headed this direction, and he looked quite fragged." Prowl answered with a smirk.

Synchro frowned as he turned his attention to fuming medic. "Hey Ratchet!" He waved.

Ratchet stomped up to the table and glared. "You were being released today anyway! You could have waited!"

"I didn't feel like it." Synchro smiled. "Would you like to join us?"

"Frag off! How the frag dare you just give me to Prime! I am not an object!"

Bluestreak frowned as Crypt and Charger stood up. "Sorry Synchro, Me and Crypt have to go… um… frag. It's been planned for a while." Charger smiled and he and Crypt walked out of the recreation room as fast as they could, earning confused glances from other mechs in the rec room. All of them thinking the same thing. What is the worst that medic can do? Fragging cowardly Praxians.

Synchro nodded. "Alright Ratchet, I know you feel betrayed, fragged off, angry-"

"Angry was when you threw that mech out a window and I had to fix him! ANGRY was when you 'accidently' broke your own digit to get out of the meeting with Arcee. ANGRY WAS WHEN YOU HAD YOUR MECHS COME TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY CLINIC BECAUSE YOU WERE A FRAGGING AFT!"

Synchro nodded. "Furious. You're furious, aren't you?"

"Furious was when you locked me in a closet with Wheeljack."

"How was I supposed to know he would explode?"

"HE'S WHEELJACK!"

Synchro nodded. "Okay. That one was my bad. You're obviously in a blind rage rig-"

Ratchet pulled out a wrench, lifting it over his helm. "I can see just fine right now, you are n-"

"Ratchet!" Bluestreak jumped in front of the wrench as it came down on his sire. He offlined his optics, and waiting for the pain, but it never came. He slowly onlined his optics and sighed as the wrench hung right in front of his face.

"Why can't I hit him?" Ratchet asked. "You have three chances. If I don't like any of your reasons. I beating both of you."

"He's my sire!"

"Don't care!"

"Uh… RATCHET, I LOVE HIM!"

Ratchet growled. "What is this, a joke?"

"You're going to the one who has to fix him! All the medics are really busy with the other praxian patients!"

"Slag." Ratchet lowered the wrench. "Just wait Synchro. I'm going to beat the slag out of you. You won't know when. You won't know where. It's just going to happen." Ratchet turned on his heal before walking out of the room.

Prowl smirked. "I knew I liked Ratchet."

Bluestreak turned to Prowl with a glare. "You could have helped! You have that battle computer, next time use it! What if my reasons didn't work?"

"I would never have allowed him to hit you, Blue."

"Awww! That's cute."

Bluestreak jumped and turned to the red and black mech. "Sides!" Bluestreak smiled as he ran up to the mech and hugged him.

Sideswipe stood awkwardly, not sure what to do. Luckily, Bluestreak let go. "Thank you for trying to visit!"

Sideswipe smiled. "Sure. We're friends right?"

"Yup!"

Synchro growled. "I've been watching the wrong mech this whole time."

"Come on, sit down!" Bluestreak motioned to a chair. "We're waiting on Smokey."

"Who?" Sideswipe asked.

"Smokescreen." Synchro glared. "You should befriend him. You might have to use his services one day after I get through with you."

Bluestreak laughed. "Sire, always joking around!"

"I'm not joking."

"He's just joking."

"I said I'm not joking." Synchro pushed. "Look! Smokey!"

Bluestreak jumped up. "Where?"

"Over there! He's looking for us at the entrance!"

"I'll get him!" Bluestreak jumped up and ran to the entrance.

Prowl sighed as Bluestreak ran away from the table. It was almost painfully obvious he wasn't going to find Smokescreen. "I don't know him."

Synchro laughed. "That youngling is so gullible." His smile quickly turned to a serious expression as he turned to Sideswipe. "Listen here you little punk, I will tear you limb from limb if you get even THINK about going passed friends with Bluestreak."

Sideswipe opened his mouth before he shut it, trying to think of a response. "I don't have a reply for that. Blue and I are just friends." Sideswipe leaned in with a smile. "For now."

Synchro growled. Prowl groaned. "Synchro." He warned. "Not right now."

Bluestreak wandered back to the table with a frown. "He wasn't there."

"Oh, must have been a mistake!" Synchro smiled.

"I guess."

Ratchet grumbled as he worked on his patient. First Aid stood next to him, passing the equipment he asked for. "I don't understand why you're so upset. I mean you had already talked to current CMO about taking the position anyways."

"I wanted the satisfaction of telling the aft that I quit! Not somebody else telling me that he gave me to somebody else! Welder." Ratchet held out his servo.

First Aid passed the Welder. "Oh."

"You don't get it."

"No, but that weld isn't straight?"

"Neither is the dent on your helm."

"What dent?" CLANG

"That one."

"Chromia, are you alright?" Ironhide asked he slowly picked the lock on the cuffs.

"I'm cuffed."

"That wasn't my question." Ironhide sighed.

"What do you want me to say, Ironhide?" Chromia slouched. "You were right? You want me to say that? I never should have sent him to that slagging day center? It's all my fault!"

"It's not your fault, Mia." Ironhide sighed as he heard the snap of the cuffs unlocking. "It was never your fault."

Chromia kept her back to him as she pulled her arms in front of her, and started rubbing her wrists. "It is. Now Barricade doesn't even exist!"

Ironhide stood up. "Get up. We're getting energon."

"Not hungry."

"Yes, you are. Even if you're not, you're going. You wanted that youngling as much as I did, and pit knows I know how much you're hurting right now. But I'll be fragged if I let you sit in here and mope, like I know you're planning on doing. It wasn't your fault. It was nobody's fault."

Chromia glanced up to Ironhide with sad optics as she stood up and wrapped her arms around him. "I knew there was a reason I bonded with you besides your good looks."

Ironhide hugged the femme back. "I do look fine, don't I?"

PG

Bluestreak jumped up when he spotted Smokescreen. "Smokey!"

Smokescreen smiled as soon as he spotted Bluestreak, and B-lined for the table. "Sire."

Sideswipe froze, sitting straight up. "This is your youngling?"

Smokescreen frowned. "Did he not know you ha-"

"No, he knew." Synchro smiled.

Bluestreak laughed. "I told you my younglings were grown."

Sideswipe stared at smokescreen. "Yeah, but I thought you meant fresh into university. Not GROWN! He's my age!"

"How do you know that?" Smokescreen asked. "I could be Synchro's age."

Bluestreak sighed. "This is Smokescreen. Smokescreen, this is Sideswipe."

Smokescreen nodded, taking the last empty chair next to Sideswipe. "Good to meet you." Smokescreen smiled. He nodded to Prowl. "Prowl."

"Smokescreen."

Bluestreak smiled. "Smokey is here with Ring!"

"Rung." Synchro corrected.

Smokescreen shrugged. "Who knows what his name is."

"You should. You're his mentor, right?" Sideswipe challenged.

"You've never met the mech." Smokescreen smiled. "I thought this was just going to be you and me, Sire."

"Oh!" Bluestreak stood up. "We can go, if you like. I met up with Sire, and Prowl came with me. Charger and Crypt were here, but then Ratchet started Rampaging, and they said they had already planned to be fr-"

"Okay!" Smokescreen stopped him. "I don't want to know what those two were-"

"Don't interrupt your sire." Synchro scolded. "He was just getting to the good part."

"Sire." Bluestreak frowned. "I'm sorry, Smokey, you know how I get."

"Well aware." Smokescreen stood up. "Why don't you introduce me to your room mate?"

"Sure." Bluestreak walked around the table, and grabbed Smokescreen's servo. "Off we go!"

Synchro waved as Bluestreak pulled Smokescreen out of the room. "What a shame."

Prowl frowned. "What do you mean?"

Synchro turned to Sideswipe. "That this one has to die now."

Sideswipe jumped. "what?"

"You know…" Synchro brought his servo across his neck. "Ack."

Prowl rolled his optics. "You are not killing anybody. Except Covenant."

Sideswipe's optics narrowed. "You're the one who told Bluestreak!"

Synchro frowned. "You, shut up. You," Synchro pointed to Prowl, "How do you know that designation?"

"The twins mentioned her. Called her an old friend. She was after Silverstreak."

"What for?"

"She wants to kill him, well, 'rip him apart'. Same difference though."

Synchro stood up. "You're right. The only one going to die here is Covenant. Ultra Magnus found the twins. She tortured them. Probably trying to get to Silverstreak."

Sideswipe sat up. "She's insane."

Synchro rolled his optics. "And Primus tell, what do you know about her?"

"She's well known in Kaon." Sideswipe sighed. "I know she'll do anything to get what she wants. Obviously, 'Silverstreak' did something to piss her off."

Synchro huffed. "Our job is to find out what he did."

"She was against Sentinel, so that is not it. The only other thing I could think of is that she had a connection to Corse." Prowl frowned.

"Not possible." Synchro sighed. "Striker took out Corse after the assassination. He was looking for Silverstreak for taking out Sentinel."

"Who is Corse?" Sideswipe asked.

"Sentinel's bodyguard."

"You mean the guy with Sentinel? I saw Silverstreak take him out. BOOM! Offline. There is no way that mech got up." Sideswipe leaned back in his chair.

Prowl turned to Synchro. "Did Striker tell you anything about the condition of Corse when he saw him?" Prowl asked.

"No, but he's about to." Synchro walked away from the table, leaving Prowl with Sideswipe.

Prowl turned slowly to the red mech. "A small piece of advice. If you do plan to court Bluestreak, you will have to go through that mech."

"I'm not planning on courting Bluestreak!" Sideswipe groaned.

Prowl nodded. "A simple warning." He gave Sideswipe a smile before he stood up, doorwings held high, and walked away.

Sideswipe sighed. "Why does everybody think I'm trying to court Bluestreak?"