A/N: Sorry. I know it's late. I was working all week, and I was out of town this weekend. I figured you guys would not appreciate a hundred word chapter. I think If I uploaded a one hundred word chapter, I might get killed. XD Anyways It's here. I'll update again on Saturday, If I can. XD I work all this week as well, but I'll try my best!

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Guest: XD Sorry! I thought I dropped enough hints. I was trying out some new writing methods, by making it seem like there was already friction between Jazz and Prowl before Synchro died. XD I did not do a good job of that. XD I'll fix that and add a segment in there to fix what I screwed up. Sorry for confusing you!

Autobotschic: Yes, I did. But I changed my plan a bit. FREEFIRE IS A NICE MECH! He is very trustworthy, if not a little quirky? XD Nobody gives poor Freefire a chance!

IvoryCrawler:

Answerthecall: He'll get better! I promise!

Zrexheartz: AHHHH! XD

Sunstreaker's Girl: XD Don't worry. The poor mech isn't alone. ;D

Freefire leaned back on his berth as Bluestreak silently polished stray scratches of yellow and gray paint off his armor. "That was amazing, mech." He smirked. "I bet you get around, huh?"

"It's been awhile." Bluestreak answered as he examined his polishing work.

"What? A decaorn?" Freefire scoffed. "I couldn't imagine going a decaorn…"

"Since before my second youngling." Bluestreak cut Freefire's daydream off.

Freefire shot up. "You're not bonded are you? Cause I sworn never again! Not after that third time!"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "No, I'm not. Sometimes I think I'm meant to be eternally alone. Everybody leaves me."

Freefire frowned. "When I asked you to frag yesterday, it was meant as an icebreaker. I knew you were going through some stuff and I thought it'd cheer you up. I didn't really think you'd say yes."

Bluestreak attached the last of his armor. "Can we maybe, not talk about that?"

Freefire shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it won't help an-"

"I have to go, it's late." Bluestreak quickly turned and started for the door.

"Wait!" Freefire yelled. He almost fell off his berth trying to grab Bluestreak's arm. Bluestreak angled his helm to look at Freefire. "Um, Can we, Frag. No! Not like that. I just… Primus. I've never been so nervous like this before. Can we maybe do this again sometime?"

"So, frag?"

Freefire groaned. "No! I said 'frag' like slag it! You know what I meant!"

Bluestreak sighed. "I…"

"Let's get mid orn refuel after class tomorrow!" Freefire smiled. "You know… if you want."

"Are you asking me on a…"

"Date." Freefire smiled. "Please. I won't screw up! I swear!"

Bluestreak glanced down. "I… sure. I have to go, we have a class in the morning."

Freefire's smile grew as Bluestreak walked out of the room. He jumped off the berth and opened the closet. "Did you see that, Livewire! I…" Freefire's smile faded as he stared at the empty closet. "Oh… yeah." He took a deep breath as he glanced over to Livewire's desk. "You're dead."

Prowl sat in his quarters, and stared at the mech kneeling in front of him. "Charger, I-"

"I never got to fulfill my debt to Synchro. I want that debt to carry over to you. I know what I'm doing. I want to protect and watch after you like I did for Synchro."

Prowl frowned. "The Helix group is going to merge with the Autobots. It won't exist anymore."

"If that is what you plan to do with the group, then so be it."

Prowl sighed. "Charger, where is Crypt?"

"I locked him a hall closet."

"You are obviously going through a hard time, just like a lot of us are, why don't you just go-"

"I'm not going through a hard time! I'm doing fine! And I swear to Primus, if one more bot says I'm going through a tough spot, I will rip their helms off!"

Prowl stared at Charger with wide optics. The usually happy and level helmed mech stood before him with a scowl and clinched fists. "Charger, I-"

"Stop. I don't care." Charger sighed. "I should go take a moment for myself. Excuse me."

"Charger, please let Crypt out of the closet as well."

"Yeah, sure."

Sideswipe sighed as he walked into his and his brother's room. He glanced around and spotted Sunstreaker at his desk, a paintbrush carefully held in his servo. After Sunstreaker finished the line he was working on, he turned to Sideswipe. "No luck?"

"No." Sideswipe threw himself onto his berth. "Maybe you were right. Maybe he just needs some space."

Sunstreaker nodded. "Yeah. Maybe I was right."

Sideswipe rolled his optics. "Yeah, there's a first for everything, huh?"

Sunstreaker sneered at his brother. "Shut up. If you're so worried about him, he has a class tomorrow for his sniper class. Why don't you go there?"

Sideswipe smiled. "SUNNY! YOU'RE A GENIUS!"

"Don't call me Sunny!"

Sideswipe smiled. "Never."

Node stood over the berth where the frame of his sire lay. "I brought you some highgrade." He pulled out a bright cube of Highgrade, and sat it on the edge of the frame. "It's your favorite. Was your favorite. I guess it's not anymore."

Node sighed as he shook his helm. "I know I was always mean to you, but I never meant any of the mean things I said. I… I love you, Sire." Node slowly stood up, and gave the gray frame of his sire one last look over. "Oh, and I asked Ratchet to give your frame a nice one over with some paint. I know you'd hate to look so bland when we melt you down. Well, bye."

Node gave his sire a smile before he walked out of the room.