A/N: Sorry. Primus, I have been apologizing a lot lately. XD I worked over last weekend and all through the week. Our store is being bought out and I had to re-interview for my job, which is funny cause I didn't interview for it in the first place. They had this really cool drug test thing! I was pretty excited about that cause it didn't involve me having to use a public rest room. XD I would have updated before Thursday but I also started a new anti depressant, and things get weird when I first start those. XD

Oh, I met Matthew McConaughey. I didn't know that was who it was at the time. (I don't even know who he is.) He apparently owns a ranch a couple of miles away from my town. XD Who knew?

Unbeta'd! I pissed her off….

REVIEWS

Aradow: XD No troubles! He had actually asked before Synchro passed. It was an un-beta'd chapter as well, and my beta is upset about the placement too. XD. Any suggestions on what I can do to help you get behind the emotions more? Ways of improvement perhaps?

Autobotschic: XD Disturbingly? Nice to know. XD

IvoryCrawler: XD You never know with me as an author. I sometimes get upset and tend to take it out on characters. Blue might never be happy. XD Orignally Livewire was going to be working for Covenant, but I have bigger plans for him now. XD Thank you!

Answerthecall: Good. It was supposed to be sad. I think sometimes people forget that Synchro was Node's Sire too. So I thought a reminder was in order. XD

Zrexheartz: Node needed some time with his sire. XD

Bluestreak sat in front of the Prime. His optics refusing to meet with the Prime's. Optimus sighed. "Bluestreak, I asked for you to meet with me because I wish to hear what you believe should befall the femme, Covenant."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "It wasn't her fault."

Optimus frowned. "Bluestreak, she murdered two Autobots, and your Sire. It was her fault."

"She wouldn't have been here if it wasn't for me. It's my fault."

"What do you want me to do, Bluestreak? I cannot, with a clean conscience send you to the brig. I will not send you to the brig at all. You did nothing wrong."

"I killed Sentinel. I murdered a Prime. That's ground for treason against the council."

"The council is no longer in charge. I am." Optimus sighed. "We are planning on putting the femme in Punitive Stasis. She'll stay suspended in a stasis pod with nothing but herself as company." When Optimus got no response he nodded. "We'll do that then. You're free, Bluestreak. Before you do go, though. Try to remember that none of this is your fault."

Bluestreak shook his helm as he stood up. "So I heard."

Prowl slowly stepped down the steps of the brig. He silently walked down the hall of cells, pausing in front of the only filled cell. He turned to face the femme inside, and simply stared.

Covenant glanced up. "What?"

"I hear that you're facing punitive stasis."

"They should just terminate me."

"I agree." Prowl answered. "They should. The chances of you not coming back to cause trouble is significantly less."

Covenant slowly stood up. "I don't plan on coming back at all."

Prowl nodded. "Good. I was actually asked to collect your last request."

"Last request? I thought I wasn't getting terminated."

"You are not. Optimus Prime is simply too kind."

"And what are you to the Prime."

"Nothing, yet. I am the grand-creation of the mech you murdered. I volunteered to come down here."

Covenant snorted. "You want my last request?"

"Yes."

Covenant turned away from Prowl, sitting back down on the ground. "In Kaon, there's a youngling. Just one. Usually there's more, but I probably ran them all off. Only one ended up staying. I want that little mech to go to the surrogate creators that I stuck Barricade with. They ended up being collateral damage, and I intend to fix that. They weren't my enemy."

"That youngling is yours?"

"No, a stray. I'm done speaking with you." Covenant waved Prowl away.

Prowl stayed for a moment staring at the back of the femme's helm. He sighed before he turned and walked away. He'd get more information from the twins when they onlined.

Bluestreak sighed as he and Freefire walked down the halls. Freefire held Bluestreak's servo pulling him along. "Fourth floor rec room good for you?"

Bluestreak nodded. The fourth florr rec room was soldier only. It was probably the only place he could hide from his creations from. Something he had been doing very well at since his Sire. "That's fine."

Freefire smiled. "Good." He ran into the rec room, pushed Bluestreak into a chair, and ran off to the energon dispenser.

Bluestreak giggled when Freefire started pushing his way through the line, cutting in front of smaller mechs, and crawling under the legs of the larger mechs. He quickly made it to the front of the line, and filled two cubes as quickly as he could.

Bluestreak graciously accepted the cube when Freefire finally made it back to the table. "I'd drink quick. I think I made a few of those mechs mad."

Bluestreak snorted. "Maybe you should had waited in line."

"Nah." Freefire smiled. "You seemed down during the class. Was it your Sire?"

"Don't mention that. Ever." Bluestreak shrugged. "Optimus wanted me to decide what happens to Covenant."

"Terminate her!" Freefire yelled.

"She… It's my fault though."

Freefire snorted. "Oh please. I wouldn't blame a sexy aft like you. You're too good looking."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "Shut up."

"So what? Are you worried about making the wrong decision?"

"I didn't make a decision. I let Optimus. I just… I don't want Covenant to get punished when this all could have been avoided by me."

Freefire shook his helm. "None of this could have been avoided. That's like saying Megatron could have been avoided. It was just unavoidable. If you hadn't of killed Sentinel, then I would have."

Bluestreak frowned. "How did yo-"

"I haven't been stalking you and getting all kinds of information on you. No way!" Freefire looked away. "Anyways! I'm just saying, if it wasn't for Livewire, I would have been the one killing Sentinel."

Bluestreak frowned. "Wha-"

"I found out that Sentinel was coming to Kaon, and I had the whole thing planned out. Livewire walked in one day while I was planning, and he yelled at me for a joor." Freefire snorted. "I was still gonna do it. I was on a rooftop not two blocks away from where you shot him down. If you hadn't of done it. I would have. I was ready to."

Bluestreak frowned. "I see."

"The guilt would have eaten me up inside, but I would have done it." Freefire frowned. "How about we change the subject, huh?" Freefire smiled. "Did you know, I don't have an alt-mode?"

Bluestreak frowned as his doorwings shot up in shock. That wasn't usually something somebody just admitted like that. "You're a monoformer?"

"Yup!" Freefire smiled. "I have no alt-mode!"

"Why? Did something happen to your T-cog?"

"I'm low caste. My creators didn't have enough credits for a fully functioning youngling frame. I guess they thought I'd rather live without a T-cog than a optic or something." Freefire snorted. "Stop giving me that look."

Bluestreak looked away. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah you do. That look that says, 'You poor thing.' I don't mind that I don't have an alt-mode. I think it makes me unique."

Bluestreak glanced back to Freefire. "Were you not unique enough already?"

Freefire smiled. "Nope! So, new topic. How many younlgings do you have?"

"Two." Bluestreak took a sip of his energon, ignoring the gaping look Freefire was sending him.

"Two? What were you a pleasure bot or something? I mean, I used to be a pleasure bot, and I don't have that many younglings. I don't have any. I mean, I think I don't. Do I?"

Bluestreak snorted. "You used to be a pleasure bot?"

Freefire shrugged. "I used to be a lot of things. How do you have so many younglings?"

"Adoption." Bluestreak smiled. "They're both adopted. One was abandoned by his younglings, and left operating a gambling business, and the other has an advanced battle computer implanted in his helm."

Freefire frowned. "Bots do that to younglings?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah. Apparently."

"What's their names?"

"Secret."

"Why?" Freefire smirked.

Bluestreak frowned. "S-sire said it was a good idea."

Freefire frowned. "Sorry. New topic! What did you do before you were a sniper?"

Bluestreak smiled. "I was a teacher."

"BORING!" Freefire yelled.

"You're a teacher now."

Freefire frowned. "Slag it. I am."

Bluestreak laughed. "Can I ask why you asked me out? I mean, I wasn't really expecting anything more than a frag."

Freefire shrugged. "I wasn't either. I just… I mean, I didn't feel sorry for you, I just… I like you, I guess. Livewire told me that when two bots are broken they can help fix each other."

Bluestreak frowned. "You asked me out cause you think I'm broken?"

Freefire jumped. "No! I like you, I jus…" Freefire groaned. "Forget it. I don't even know what I meant!"

"I guess it's true. I am broken. Nobody wants to play with a broken toy, right?" Bluestreak's doorwings sagged a bit. "Thanks for the company, Freefire. I better get going."

Freefire watched with wide optics as the praxian stood up and turned away from him. "Wait!" Freefire reached out and grabbed the mechs arm. "I… Nobody is as broken as me! I just… I don't want to be alone." Freefire stared at the ground. "The last thing I want is to be left alone. If anybody is broken, Bluestreak, it's me. Every time I offline my optics, I see Livewire. I killed my best friend, and I regret it. I know you're going through a thing about your sire, and what I'm asking is so selfish, but, please, please, please don't leave me alone."