A/N: My workplace refuses to look at the cameras to find out who hit my car. I AM ANGRY!

I got off work early so I'm pretty happy.

BUT STILL ANGRY!

REVIEWS!

Autobotschic: You have to pay for half your plane ticket? Are you flying down by yourself? (My parents would never let me do that! By the way, my dad asked who I was texting the other day, and I said it was you, and he gave me that scary look that said, "I'm watching this person. I don't know who they are, but I'm watching them." XD) that's actually a really good Idea. I would have done that too, but my birthday was back in November. XD

Answerthecall: XD Synchro is just one of a kind. XD

Shizuka Taiyou: They don't know that yet, but yes, he is. XD

Synchro sat between two berths in the medical bay. Each one holding a Blue twin. Striker smiled as he poked a mech. "You think he's been terminated?"

"He's in stasis, stop poking him." Synchro muttered.

Striker spared Synchro a backwards glanced before stepped over to the mech. "Are you upset?"

"Quite."

"Does your wittle spwark hurwt?"

Synchro stood up. "You look like an idiot when you do that."

Striker frowned. "Covenant did a number on these two, didn't she? Quite impressive that she only had to touch one."

Synchro sighed. "We'll destroy her, won't we, Striker?"

Striker glanced back with a snort. "You, sir, are on your own with that one. I'll help you find her, but if you want her terminated, find another mech."

"What are you scared?" Synchro stepped forward. "You scared of a little femme?"

"You and I both know she isn't just a little femme." Striker snorted. "And you and I both know that I am not scared. I am simply worried that she's going to take my precious Code from me."

Synchro rolled his optics. "One day, Code will offline, and you'll have to find a new little pet to play with." Synchro glanced around. "Where is the big idiot anyways?"

"I left him with Arcee. He was my hostage."

Synchro shook his helm. "You only got away because you made Arcee laugh too hard. She'll destroy you one orn."

"But that orn isn't today." Striker snorted. "Bluestreak works here, doesn't he?"

Synchro nodded. "Yes."

"Hmm. You seem a little, not hurt, when you say that. You two made up?"

"We did."

"So he forgave you for all you lies, and ill intents?"

"Striker." Synchro warned. "They were not ill intents."

"Sure they weren't." Striker laughed.

"She asked me to sit on her berth cause she didn't have any chairs. Who doesn't have chairs?" Freefire frowned as he Bluestreak, and Livewire walked down the hall. He shrugged. "So, I told the femme if she chained me to her ber-"

"Okay!" Bluestreak smiled at Freefire. "Enough of that story!"

Livewire chuckled. "It's safe to assume if Freefire is telling a story, it's not a clean one."

Freefire opened his mouth to say something but ended up sighing in defeat. "I can't help it."

"I swear in your past life, you were a pleasure bot." Livewire snorted.

Freefire frowned glancing down releasing a nervous chuckle as he rubbed the back of his helm. "Yeah, probably."

Bluestreak smiled. "It was a good story up until that point."

"Thanks." Freefire smiled. "So, where you headed, Blue?"

"I'm meeting up with Smokey for mid-orn refuel." Bluestreak smiled. "No, you can't go. Maybe next time!" Bluestreak laughed as he ran down the hall.

Freefire smiled. "He's so… I can't think of the word, but he's it."

Livewire rolled his optics. "Before you met him, you were hitting on Optimus Prime."

"I think I have a thing for Praxians." Freefire shook his helm. "We all have that one weakness."

Livewire shook his helm. "Weakness, yeah."

Hound stood at the front desk, waiting for Mirage to finish filling out a couple of forms. He turned his helm to the side, expecting another view of the ever lasting hallway, only to come face to face with a green femme. "Woah!"

"Hi!" The femme smiled. "This is a long shot, but the mech behind the desk seems busy. "I'm looking for a Bluestreak."

Hound frowned. "Oh, he's my room mate!"

The femme's optics brightened. "Really? How lucky! I'm a friend of his. We met at a teaching workshop a long, long time ago! Covenant."

Hound smiled. "Hound! Nice to meet you."

Covenant smiled. "Of course. Do you know where dear old Blue is?"

"Hmm. I think he said he was having mid orn refuel with Smokescreen in the recreation room."

Covenant smiled. "Great! Which recreation room?"

"Second floor?" Hound frowned. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was the second floor."

"Thank you!" The femme waved running off.

"Wait! You need a visitors pass!" Hound called after the femme. She must not have heard, because she just kept running.

"What was that?" Mirage walked up behind Hound.

"She was looking for Blue. She didn't get a visitors pass."

"I'm sure somebody will catch her." Hound shrugged.

Sideswipe walked down the hall talking with one of the mechs he had class with. "No, really, I swear! His helm came clean off!"

The yellow mech snorted. "Doubt it."

"Listen Circuit. When I tell you the mech's helm came clean off, I mean the mech's helm came clean off!" Sideswipe smiled. "Nobody has sharper blades than mine! Pure Cybertanium."

"What?" Circuit snorted. "How the pit did you get your servos on Cybertanium? You said you were a gladiator! Cybertanium is something most Cybertronians will never see!"

"I'm a good gladiator, that's why. You'll be surprised what some rich bots will pass a gladiator when they bet their credits on him." Sideswipe winked.

Circuit shook his helm. "Whatever. I have monitor duty. We have a new security director. Can't wait to meet this freak."

Sideswipe waved. "Yeah, see ya!" Sideswipe turned away from the mech, and started walking away.

"AH! GU-"

Sideswipe turned quickly, and slowly took a step back. Circuit was on the ground, energon slowly draining from the hole in his chassis, right where his spark chamber was. Sideswipe glanced up and growled. "Covenant!"

The green femme smiled. "Sideswipe, it's so nice to see you!" Covenant stepped over the graying frame. "How have you been? Well, I hope. Listen, I need y-"

Sideswipe growled charging at the femme. "Back off!"

Covenant stepped to the side, and allowed Sideswipe to slide passed her. "You didn't listen to me!" She turned back to Sideswipe and glared. "I was going to say, I need your help."

"No chance in the pit!"

"And why not?"

"Because I know who you're targeting!"

Covenant stared at Sideswipe with a glare. "Oh. You're friends with him, huh? Look at that. Sure you've had friends before, but this one is different, huh?" Covenant stepped over to Sideswipe with a smile. "He's not from Kaon. You think this friendship is free of any treacherous intent." Covenant laughed. "It's not, Sides."

"Get away!" Sideswipe backed away.

Covenant shook her helm. "If anything, I'm about to do you a favor."

"Leave him alone. How did you even find out?"

"I barrowed a piece of Decepticon engineering." Covenant smiled. "Nobody expects a youngling to be a spy."

"You- Barricade!"

Covenant smiled. "He did his work quite nicely too. Too bad he'll be a grown mech in who knows how long. I don't think Shockwave worked that kink in his plan out yet."

Sideswipe growled. "Where is he?"

"Barricade? I took him back about an orn ago. He was so cute."

/Sunny, we have a problem./

/What, Idiot?/

/Get Synchro, or somebody. Covenant's here./

Covenant rolled her optics as Sideswipe just stared at her. "Calling Sunstreaker, really? I have no problem pounding you both into the ground."

"I'm not calling him. I'm warning him." Sideswipe smirked. There's a difference."

Covenant frowned. "You'll just cause more hurt that help."

"Don't care." Sideswipe charged forward again, only for Covenant to move aside. He slid against the ground again, turned around, and Covenant was gone. "Slag it!"

Sunstreaker ran down the halls, looking a Praxian that could possibly help him. He slid to a stop when he spotted one, and grabbed their shoulder. "Hey, do you know Synchro?"

The mech stared at him, and nodded. "Yeah."

"I need him."

The mech glanced around nervously. "You, um, do know he's in a prebond, right?"

"Wha- I- That's not what I meant!" Sunstreaker growled. "Covenant's here, and I-"

"Covenant?" The mech frowned. "Follow me."

The mech lead Sunstreaker to the medical bay, and through the rows of beds. When Sunstreaker spotted the Gray and green mech he ran forward. "Synchro!"

Synchro turned around and frowned. "You. What?"

"Covenant's here."

Synchro glanced back at Striker with a glare, and stood up. "Where?"

"Sideswipe lost her. She's in the base though."

"Striker, you're with me. Crypt, go find Charger and take care of the threat. Gather whoever you'll need."

"Yes, sir!" Crypt bowed before he ran off.