A/N: Not anwering reviews this time. SORRY! I know. I'm almost two weeks late. I'm trying to get put back onto part time, but the new owners of the store I work at are being pains in my aft. Plus I almost chopped my thumb off the day before yesterday, and have been having a hard time typing.

It was bleeding for like 45 minutes. I couldn't put a bandage or anything on it. It was pretty deep. I'm not going to lie.

BUT IT'S COOL! If water gets stuck inside it, and I squeeze it, the water shoots out! XD It hurts really bad, but OH MY GOSH! XD

Prowl glanced around the Prime's office. This was his second time inside the huge room. Ironhide stood beside the Prime's desk, his optics continuously scanning the room for any sign of danger. "The probability of the Prime being in danger right now is less than two percent."

Ironhide snorted. "Yeah, well, there is still a chance."

"Very small."

Optimus smiled. "He is right, Ironhide. You should go and check on Chromia."

Ironhide frowned, and glanced over to Optimus. "Elita is watching her right now."

"This is private, Ironhide." Optimus glanced over to the big mech. "If you would, please stand outside the room."

Ironhide grunted before he walked out of the room. As soon as the door shut behind him Prowl turned to the Prime. "If I'm not mistaken you called me in here to speak about the youngling that Covenant left to Ironhide and Chromia. Wouldn't that involve him?"

"Yes, but for now, I feel it would be a bad idea to push a youngling onto them. Ironhide is good at hiding it, but I can tell he is a little shaken by the idea that Barricade was a spy."

Prowl nodded. "I see."

Optimus nodded. "I understand you were the one who planned Sentinel's assassination."

Prowl's doorwings flared up. "Excuse me?"

"Synchro had told me that he had a very talented tactician. He never gave me a designation, but I had Elita-One do some digging of her own."

Prowl scoffed. "You don't trust your own allies?"

"I trusted you completely. Others, not so much."

Prowl nodded. "I see. Yes, I did plan the Assassination of Sentinel."

Optimus leaned back in his chair. "I want to plan the extraction of the youngling from Kaon. I want Chromia, and Ironhide on the mission."

Prowl's helm fell to the side. "What?"

"I feel the best way for Chromia and Ironhide to bond with the youngling before adopting him, is to have them go after him themselves."

Prowl nodded. "I see. I will do my best."

Optimus nodded. "One last thing, Prowl."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for your loss. I understand you and Synchro were close."

Prowl's doorwings sagged a bit. "He was family. He still is family. I thank you for your condolences, though I am not the one who needs them. The entire Helix group is in a phase of mourning right now. It will be a while before everything goes back to the way it … Before things almost go back to the ways things were before. I'll take my leave." Prowl nodded to the prime before turned on his heels and walked out of the room.

Ironhide glanced up, and nodded to him. "Can I go back in?"

"Yes, I believe so." Prowl answered before he walked away.

Bluestreak stood outside the medical bay, his arms wrapped around himself as he nervously paced in front of the door. He glanced to the door, walking into range of the motion sensors that triggered the doors to open. He stood still, peering into the medical bay.

Medics and medic aids were all quickly walking to different areas of the med bay, each holding their own data pads, or medical supplies.

Bluestreak quickly stepped out of the sensor's range, causing the doors to shut. He took a deep intake before he stepped back into range. He stepped into the doorway, before he half jogged out.

Ratchet glanced up at the sound of the medical bay doors opening. When he spotted Bluestreak he rolled his optics. He watched at the mech quickly stepped away from the door, and lost sight of him when the doors shut.

First Aid glanced up from making sure all the stylus's in the container were pointed down, and smiled. "How long has he been doing that now?"

"Almost a…" Ratchet paused when First Aid grabbed the stylus from his servo, turned in around, and gave it back. He took a deep breath, and slowly released it. "Almost a joor."

First Aid nodded. "What's he doing?"

"His Sire is the mech that Covenant terminated."

"Oh… Covenant? Is that the infiltrator?"

"Yes."

"Ohh. Poor mech."

Ratchet glanced back over to the doors as they opened. Bluestreak stared into the Medical bay, he almost stepped inside before he ran off again. Ratchet shook his helm. "I'll be right back." He quickly walked over to the doors, and walked out of the medical bay.

Bluestreak's optics widened when he and Ratchet came face to face. "R-ratchet! What are you doing here?"

"This is the medical bay. I'm Chief Medical Officer. You do the math."

"Well, really there is no math to do. I mean what you had there were just words. No numbers. So how am I supposed to do the math? Unless you wanted me to convert the words into numbers then add them all up. Or maybe you wanted me to multiply. You weren't really specific on the kind of math. For all I know you could have wanted me to divide. You-"

"BLUESTREAK!" Ratchet growled. "I swear to Primus, if you don't go in there, and say your final words to your sire, I will rip your legs off, and throw them out of this building and watch as he slowly pull your way back to them!"

Bluestreak stared at Ratchet in horror. "Wouldn't I bleed out before I co-"

"What. Did. I. Just. Say?"

Bluestreak quickly ran passed Ratchet, and into the medical bay. Ratchet smiled. "That's what I thought." He followed Bluestreak in, and nodded to First Aid. "I'm taking Blue to the back. Don't organize too much stuff while I'm gone."

"Can I-"

"No."

First Aid frowned. "Oh, okay."

Ratchet nodded to Bluestreak. "This way."

Bluestreak slowly followed Ratchet. "I'm nervous."

"It's not something to be nervous about. Just talk to him like you always did."

"No, I mean, I don't think I can do it."

Ratchet glanced back at Bluestreak. "Can't do it?" Bluestreak quickly nodded his helm. Ratchet growled. "Listen here, you little disrespectful punk!" Ratchet stepped closer to Bluestreak jabbing his digit into Bluestreak's chest with every word. "You're going into that room, and talking to your sire for the last time. You're going to tell him that you love him, and you're going to thank him for everything he did for you. You're going to thank him for every lie he told you, and you're going to apologize for being a disrespectful pain in the aft!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ratchet nodded. "Good. He's right in there."

Bluestreak nodded, as he slipped passed Ratchet and stepped into the room.

Ratchet shook his helm as he walked away. "Little idiot."