A/N: Unbeta'd. My beta just got dumped, so she's not talking to anybody. XD She's being a drama queen. Again. She'll be fine.

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IvoryCrawler: XD I try my best. I hate when that happens. My E-mail does that to me all the time, and I end up not getting any of the reviews, and I miss people when replying, and I start feeling bad. XD

Autobotschic:DON'T TELL BLUE WHAT TO DO! XD I don't think he'll be doing that to you. XD

Answerthecall: Mwuahahaha! It had to come out sooner or later.

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JeteThroughLife: (CH.32) Hound is just awkward, that's all. XD (Ch.65) It wasn't an awful cliffy thought! XD Thanks! I thought it would turn out interesting too! XD

Synchro ran into the recreation room, and glanced around it quickly. His optics locked onto the mech he was looking for. "Bluestreak!"

Striker ran up right behind Synchro in enough time for Synchro to run off through the recreation room. "Frag!" He huffed, quickly running after the mech.

Synchro stopped in front of the table Bluestreak sat at. He grabbed Blue's arm, and pulled him up, turning him every which way to check for injury. "Sire!" Bluestreak wiggled out of Synchro's hold.

"Are you okay?" Synchro grabbed Bluestreak's shoulder. "Look at me. Are you okay?"

"Um… yes?"

"You don't seem like you know whether or not you're okay." Striker groaned as he came to a stop beside Synchro.

Bluestreak frowned, not completely comfortable with Striker. "I'm okay. I was just having mid orn refuel with Smokey."

Synchro glanced over to the table, and nodded to Smokescreen. "Hi."

"Uh, hi. What's going on?" He slowly stood up.

"Nothing to worry your little helm over. Either of you." Synchro smiled. "I just heard that Bluestreak shot himself in the pede."

"What?" Bluestreak frowned. "Why woul-"

"Don't question your Sire." Synchro laughed as he pushed Bluestreak back down into his chair. "Striker, sit." He motioned to the other side of Bluestreak.

Striker sat down calmly. "I haven't had a nice dinner since… Oh, yeah, since Synchro's last prebonding ceremony."

"That was a nice dinner." Synchro nodded.

"This is just mid-orn refuel." Bluestreak frowned. "It's not dinner yet."

"Let the big bots talk." Striker smiled.

"I'm taller than you." Bluestreak frowned.

Striker turned to Bluestreak. "If your little helm gets cut off, you're not."

"Stirker." Synchro warned.

"I have to get back to Rung. I'll talk to you later, Sire." Smokescreen drained his cube, and walked away.

Bluestreak waited for Smokescreen to get out of listening distance before he turned back to his Sire. "What are you two doing? That was my first chance to be alone with my youngling, and you two swoop in, and ruin it."

"That youngling is boring." Striker snorted. "You'll thank us one orn."

Bluestreak stood up. "I'm going."

"Blue, you can't just go." Synchro smiled. "I promise we won't ruin anything else." Bluestreak just kept walking. "We're just two old mechs looking for a good time!" Bluestreak only ignored him.

Striker rolled his optics, pulling out a blaster. He turned the setting to high, held the blaster up, and shot. "NOBODY IS GOING IN OR OUT OF THIS ROOM!"

Bluestreak jumped, and turned to Striker. The room went silent "Are you crazy?"

Striker pointed the blaster at Bluestreak. "I have no qualms shooting you. On the ground! Everybody!"

Unsure muttering filled the room. Bluestreak glanced over to Synchro. "Are you just going to let hi-"

"On the ground, Blue." Synchro sighed. "We tried to keep you in here peacefully, but you weren't having any of that, so get on the ground."

Bluestreak stared at his Sire with a frown. "Si-"

"EVERYBODY GET ON THE FRAGGING GROUND!" Striker shot the blaster into the air again. This time everybody slowly left their chairs, and sat down the ground.

Bluestreak frowned as he slowly complied as well.

Synchro frowned. "Blue, you need to learn to choose the recroom with trained soldier in it."

"Smokescreen doesn't have clearance to those recreation rooms." Bluestreak muttered. "Are you going to tell me what you two are doing?"

Striker snorted. "Nope."

Synchro smiled. "Probably not."

Sideswipe ran through halls. He slid around a corner, and rammed into something, well, someone. "Slag!" Sideswipe hit the ground, and slid back.

The mech he ran into wasn't so lucky either. The yellow and gray mech hit the wall, with a crack. "Fra- oh, you're cute." The mech smiled, sending Sideswipe a wink.

"I'm sorry, I have to go!" Sideswipe jumped up, and started running again.

"Where ya going! You bumped into me! Don't I get a kiss or something!"

Sideswipe ignored the mech as he continued running. Where the frag did that femme go?

/Any sign of her?/

/No luck./ Sunstreaker answered. /Synchro has his guys looking as well. He went to go protect Bluestreak. How the frag did that femme find out about him anyways?/

/Long story, but it was that black and white youngling that was with that femme, Chromia./

/Slag./

Sunstreaker frowned when he spotted a flash of green. He stopped running and looked around. The hall was empty. Slag… The hall was empty. Where was everybody?

"Hello, Sunny." The femme's voice was smooth.

Sunstreaker twisted around, his sword out of subspace in a flash, and immediately pointed at the femme's neck. "Don't call me Sunny."

Covenant smiled. "Who are you working with now? There's bots crawling all over this place looking for me."

"You want to know? We're working with the entirety of the Praxus underground."

Covenant frowned. "The mechs who assassinated Sentinel?"

"Who knows?"

"You know Bluestreak, right?" Covenant smiled as the sword was pushed against her neck. "So you do. I've read his file. He's really one of a kind. Youngling teacher by day, Assassin by night. Classic." Covenant giggled as Sunstreaker growled.

"What do you know?"

"No, what do you know." Covenant growled.

"Why don't you go running back to Targa?"

"Why?" Covenant growled. "I don't know. Why don't I?"

Sunstreaker snorted. "Oh, I see. He threw you to the curb, huh?"

"No, the mech you're so spark set on protecting killed him." Covenant grabbed the blade, energon leaked from her servo, as she pushed it away from her neck. "He killed him."

Sunstreaker frowned as the femme stepped forward. "It doesn't matter. Why don't I just send you right back to the pit with him!" Sunstreaker pulled his sword forward.

Covenant cursed as three of her digits fell to the ground. "Slag!" Her optics narrowed as she glared at Sunstreaker. "You little glitch! Why won't you just let me kill him! If it was any other bot on this base, you wouldn't care, would you? Why him?"

Sunstreaker shook his helm. "I'm an Autobot now."

"Like becoming an Autobot immediately gives you honor!" She growled as she pulled an energon blade out of her subspace.

Sunstreaker fixed his stance, ready to defend. "It does."

/Found her. Hurry, Sides./