A/N: Whoo! I'm on time! Maybe! XD I started playing Final Fantasy XIV! It is so much fun! XD I love it. I like to blow kisses at people walking by. XD Just saying. Sorry for the shortie, by the way.

On a stray note. I was watching Transformers Rescue Bots, and I'm so proud of them. They saw the Opportunity to use an arrow to the knee joke, and they TOOK IT! Blades was so adorable in the episode. I was having an AWW fest all the way through. XD

On a third note! XD I hate working. Bleh.

On a four- I'm just kidding. XD

Unbeta'd! Fighter is still mad at me. Ironic cause she seems to have no trouble laying on my bed and reading my comics. .

REVIEWS

Sunstreaker's Girl: Blue and the Twins are one of my favorites. XD

Autobotschic: Don't worry, child. Freefire rubs on everybody. XD

Answerthecall: Don't be sad! It'll all be fine! XD Maaaybe. I guess you will.

Zrexheartz: Node needed some time with his sire. XD

Shizuka Taiyou: (Ch 65) Yes, yes it has. XD (Ch 66) It really, really, really hit the fan. XD it was almost as if it took a running start. (Ch 67) I wanted to have more Chromia in it, but I didn't want Covenant to die. XD I need her for later. XD (ch 68) Blue is always having an emotional break down. XD (Ch 69) Yeah, for now, anyways.

Smokescreen silently filed away Rung's reports. Each going in by the order they were written. Rung silently sat behind his desk writing the final report of the day. He silently sat down the stylus, and glanced over to his apprentice. "Smokescreen, are you alright?"

"No." Smokescreen answered curtly, as he continued putting the data pads in the filing cabinet.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Not really."

Rung sighed. "The mech that was stabbed yesterday, that was your grandsire, yes?"

"We weren't close."

Rung nodded. "Your Sire was close to him though."

Smokescreen shook his helm. "Can we not talk about this?"

"No." Rung answered. "How is your Sire dealing with this?"

"He's avoiding us. I don't even think he's gone to pay his proper respects to Synchro. I haven't even seen him since he ran off. Prowl says that Red Alert watched him go into the Brig, and pay the femme responsible a visit."

"Do you think he went there to bring everything to a close?"

"You mean kill her? NO! He couldn't… not again."

"Again?"

"Rung."

"I simply reminding you that if one has a past, then one is likely to do it again."

"Synchro was the one who made him do it though."

Rung nodded. "It is likely that in the name of Synchro, he would be willing to do it again."

"No." Smokescreen shook his helm. "I don't think so. Red Alert watched him go off with some mech."

"Your Sire does not know how to mourn death, does he?"

Smokescreen frowned. "I… I guess not."

"Would you mind if I tracked him down, and spoke with him?"

Smokescreen glancedup. "You'd do that?"

"Yes."

"Thanks, Rung."

Bluestreak stared down at Freefire. "I…"

"You're Bluestreak?" A Blue mech walked up behind Bluestreak. Bluestreak turned to the mech and nodded. "Rung is looking for you. He wants you in his office."

Bluestreak frowned glancing back at Freefire. "I'll be right there."

The mech nodded before walking off. Bluestreak turned back to Freefire. "How about we meet up tonight, and talk, alright?"

Freefire nodded. "Sure."

Bluestreak knocked on Rung's door, and waited patiently for the door to open. When it did, he cautiously walked in. "Hello."

Rung smiled. "Hello, have a seat. Smokescreen said you were having a difficult time."

Bluestreak frowned glancing away. "I am not."

"You haven't paid any respect to your Sire?"

"No."

"It will help. You need to mourn properly instead of pretending that nothing has happened."

"Even if I don't deserve it?"

"What do you mean?" Rung asked.

"It's my fault."

"That is a common feeling among bots. It's called survivors guilt. After a-"

"Does that matter? The only reason any of this happened was because of something I did."

Rung frowned as he leaned back in his chair. "disregarding who's fault it is, I believe it would still help to visit your sire's frame." Rung sighed. "It will not lift the guilt, but it will allow you to move forward."

"What if I don't want to move forward?" Bluestreak's helm was facing the ground. "What if I want to stay just like this?"

"How is that helping yourself, or anybody else?" Rung frowned.

"Smokescreen expressed his worries about you to me, and wish to help, but if you do not want to help yourself, then what I can do is limited."

"I just want my Sire back."

"And Smokescreen wants his."

Ratchet silently read over the last CMO's notes of what had been going on in the medical bay. Nothing pissed Ratchet off more than the mech's lack of organization. The medical staff was crippled at best without the back bone of organization and preparation. None of which this medical bay had.

Ratchet paused when the door to the med bay opened. "Good evening, Ratchet."

"Prowl. What can I do for you."

"I wanted to see Synchro."

Ratchet nodded as he motioned for Prowl to follow him. "I had him repainted as a request from-"

"Node, yes."

"You spoke with him?"

"I do not see why I wouldn't. He was Synchro's youngling. Part of my extended family." Prowl doorwings perked. "Ah, you thought that because Bluestreak didn't know that I would not either."

"It's logical." Ratchet sighed.

Prowl nodded. "It is."

"Right in there."

Prowl nodded as he stepped into the room. He nodded to the frame on the berth. "I thought I would let you know that your family is falling apart. Charger isn't taking your termination well, and I haven't seen Bluestreak in a while. I do not know how you kept everything in control the way you did, but now that you're gone that control is gone. I will do what I can to get it back, but from what I can see, it will be a long and hard mission for me." Prowl sighed. "Goodbye Synchro."