A/N: SHORTIE THIS WEEK! Sorry, but you guys did get a super long one last week. (No dirty jokes please. I do know how dirty that sounded.) I'm going out of town at five AM tomorrow so you guys get an early one as well. XD

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: XD I was too! Synchro is my baby…. My poor dead baby….

IvoryCrawler: XD I would too! She would be soooo dead.

Answerthecall: I KNOW! I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT! GOD! WHY DIDN'T SOMEBODY STOP ME!

Zrexheartz: It was a super long chapter. OF course a lot would happen. I was crying on the floor too… I'm not proud of that moment….

Sunstreaker's Girl: XD Maybe they can… Comfort him…;D XD

Bluestreak stared at the door to the medical bay. His optics didn't let the door leave his sight. He knew Chromia was talking to him as she gently rubbed his back, but he had no idea what she was saying. He could only imagine it was words of comfort.

The only thing Bluestreak could hear was that tiny voice in the back of his processor. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. Bluestreak jumped up as a mech walked out of Med bay, he frowned when it wasn't Ratchet. He glanced around at all the faces that said the same thing. They all said the exact same word. Pity.

Bluestreak slowly sat down, his gaze going to the floor. Chromia immediately began rubbing his back again. Charger pushed himself off the wall, and walked away from the hall way. Crypt glanced around before following quickly.

Crypt stopped in front of Charger. "What are you doing?"

Charger shook his helm, his optics watering over. "He offlined. What are we doing?"

Crypt wrapped his arms around his bonded, and pulled him close. "Calm down."

"We can't just do this to Bluestreak!" Charger gripped Crypt's back. "He was already offline when they took him in! Why hasn't anybody told him yet?"

Crypt gently rubbed Charger's back. "Because if we do we just rip all his hope away."

"What's the difference in ripping it away now or later?" Charger yelled. He pushed Crypt away. "What's the fragging difference?"

Crypt sighed. "There isn't one."

"What's the point in waiting then? Why can't somebody just tell him?"

"Well, why don't you?"

Charger shook his helm. "I…" Charger looked away. "There's no way…What about Node?"

Crypt frowned. "Blue doesn't even know about Node."

"What?" Charger huffed. "Frag it, Synchro!"

Ironhide walked down the hall followed closely by Optimus, and nodded to Crypt and Charger. "You two okay?"

Charger shook his helm. "No."

Ironhide nodded. "Right. I'm about to go tell him. I guess one of us has to be the mech about it."

Charger nodded. "Right."

Ironhide glanced down. "You know, there's a great therapist on base righ-"

"I don't need a therapist." Charger cut him off. "I'm fine."

Ironhide nodded. "I'm just saying. You didn't seem fine whe-"

"I'm fine." Charger repeated.

Ironhide nodded. "Okay." He nodded to the silent Optimus, and the two walked down the hall.

Charger glanced over to Crypt. "Come on."

Bluestreak stared at the ground as a shadow blocked out the light from above. "Bluesteak."

Bluestreak understood his designation, and glanced up. Ironhide was looking down at him. Probably come to confirm what he was already telling himself.

"Bluestreak, you-" Ironhide just stopped as his optics locked onto Bluestreak's dim ones. "Frag it!" He turned away, not looking at Bluestreak. "Blue, your Sire is… Your Sire… offlined."

Bluestreak stared up at Ironhide's back. The words echoed as he slowly stood up. "O-offline? He was… terminated?" Bluestreak glanced around. Nobody seemed shocked. "You… You all knew already…" Bluestreak felt his optics start tearing up. "You all already knew. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you guys let me sit here like a fool?"

Bluestreak glanced around the room. Nobody met his optics as energon tears ran down his face. He nodded before he quickly ran off. Smokescreen quickly stood up. "Sire!" Prowl grabbed his shoulder.

"It's better if you don't."

Jazz glanced up at sadly at Prowl. "Yeah, we should let 'im have his space."

Prowl turned to Jazz with a frown.

Optimus sighed as he glanced between the two. "It is best that you let him gather his thoughts."

Sideswipe glanced over to Sunstreaker. He sighed as he stood up. "I'm going."

Sunstreaker stood up, and walked quickly behind his brother. "What is your problem?"

"What's my problem? We were supposed to be able to protect Blue." Sideswipe muttered as he quickly walked down the hall. "I'll be fragged if I leave him alone like that! We're friends!"

"Sideswipe, do you even know what real friends are?"

"No, but if I mess up, I mess up! How else am I going to learn!" Sideswipe ran as fast as he could to catch up with the gray mech.

Sunstreaker sighed. "Sides, wait!"

Bluestreak huffed as he stood outside the brig. She was in there. She was waiting. He knew it. He knew she was just waiting for him.

Bluestreak slowly stepped down the stairs, and stopped in front of the only locked cell. He stared inside, and watched the femme stare back at him. "What?"

"You'll terminate me, right?"

The femme raised an optic ridge. "Wish I could, Buddy."

"Then you'll terminate the rest of my family?"

"I can't."

"Please terminate me first."

Covenant stood up, and walked up to the bars. "What is wrong with you? I said I can't."

Bluestreak shook his helm, tears running down his face. "That's my Sire. I… It was my fault. You have to terminate me!"

"I'm not going to terminate you!" Covenant yelled. "If anything, Prime is going to terminate me! Isn't that what you wanted?"

"NO! I don't want anybody to be terminated!" Bluestreak yelled. "I never did! That was the last thing I wanted! If I didn't go and terminate Sentinel Praxus would have fallen, but that didn't matter because Megatron turned around and made it fall anyways! I killed four mechs! I didn't want to, but I had to!" Bluestreak slowly fell to his knees. "Please terminate me! I'm just a monster anyways."

Covenant stared down at Bluestreak. "After everything I did to you, you still think you're the monster? You're crazy! You're supposed to hate me as much as I hate you! You idiot! I murdered your sire."

"If I hadn't of stopped and just kept running with him and the other, he wouldn't have jumped in front of me. I killed him."

"If you're playing that game, then I killed Targa! I didn't! I know who pulled that trigger just like you know who plunged that blade into your sire's chassis!"

"I'll let you out, just terminate me, please."

"No. That's your punishment now. Live, Fragger." Covenant turned away from Bluestreak.

Bluestreak stared at the back of the femme, and slowly stood up. "Fine." Bluestreak slowly walked up the stairs, and stopped when a yellow mech stepped in front of him. "Freefire."

"Hi!" Freefire smiled. "You okay? You like your pet died. Speaking of dead jokes. Wanna frag?"

Bluestreak stared at the mech in front of him. "Yeah."

Prowl walked down the hall, Jazz following at a distance. He sighed before turning around. "What, Jazz?"

Jazz stared at Prowl's back with a sigh. "Nothin'."

"Then why are you following me? I told you-"

"Ya told meh what ya stupid battle computer told ya to. It's not wha' ya want."

Prowl turned to Jazz with a frown. "I do not want to go out on a date with you, Jazz. I do not want to. My processor is not telling me to turn you down, I am."

"Why?"

"It's just not the time."

"Sooo, maybe later?"

Prowl snorted at how quickly Jazz perked up. "Maybe in the future."

"So, ya like meh?"

"Go away, Jazz."