A/N: Well, about to quit my job. XD Goodbye money! Hello more time to get stuff done.

AS of now! I will try and get back into my updating every Saturday. I can't make promises, I never have been, but I will try my hardest.

More news, Texas Comic-con is coming up, and I still have to do my costume! I am slacking so bad right now.

There was something else... OH, yeah. I have now started the long process of editing this story, I'm posting the edited chapters on my AO3 account, So if you want to see the edited chapters you can look there.

Reviews

Answerthecall: Thanks! XD I feel these last couple of chapters have been sooo crappy! Especially with how rushed they were, and most of them were unbeta'd, so I'm glad somebody enjoyed them!

Autobotschic: XD I know right! And yes, I will. I have a lot of time, so after I finish the contest writing and stuff, I'll get started on that.

Prowl slowly stepped down the stairs of the brig. He walked down the aisle between empty cells before he reached the last cell on the right. "Covenant."

The green femme lazily glanced up at Prowl. "Here to finally kill me?"

"Unfortunately, no. I came for information on your youngling."

Covenant slowly stood up. "He's not mine. He doesn't belong to anybody. Tar… Targa took him. Targa is… Targa is no longer alive, and at the moment the youngling is alone."

"Do you have an image, or even something he'll answer to?"

"Bumblebee. He answers to Bumblebee. I don't have an image, He's yellow and black though. A minibot."

Prowl nodded. "I see. Thank you." Prowl turned away from the femme.

"When am I going to be killed?"

"Optimus Prime has decided that you will not be terminated. You'll be put in punitive stasis until he decides otherwise."

Covenant growled. "Why not kill me? I want to die!"

"What better reason not to. I'd hate to give you what you want after you murdered my grandsire." Prowl snorted as he walked away from the femme.

Ironhide slipped into his quarters and sighed. Chromia was nowhere in sight. "Mia." He shook his helm as he walked into Chromia and his recharge room. Chromia was laying on their berth staring at the ceiling. "Mia, did you hear me call for you?"

"Yes."

Ironhide frowned. "Then why didn't you answer me?"

"Why won't you all let me beat that femme?"

"Mia, you can't just beat the femme."

Chromia sat up with a glare. "I can!"

Ironhide sighed. "I didn't want to talk to you about that?"

"Then when are we going to talk about it, Ironhide! You run around like you don't care! I don't even think you do!"

"Chromia!" Ironhide warned.

"Barricade was a part of our family!"

"Chromia." Ironhide groaned. "I understand that, but-"

"I don't believe that he was an experiment! I don't. He was a youngling. A troubled one, but a youngling!"

"Chromia, he was the perfect spy. That's what he was. He came to us with the sole purpose of getting information, and he got it! He caused Synchro's death!"

"I don't believe that."

"You better start." Ironhide took a deep breath. "Listen, Optimus has a mission for us."

"Us?" Chromia snorted. "I don't remember joining the ranks."

"Yeah, well I don't trust you by yourself." Ironhide sighed. "We leave tomorrow. We're hunting down a bot in Kaon. Prowl planned the mission so it shouldn't take so long."

Bluestreak slowly walked down the hall, glancing at each number on every door. He smiled as he paused in front of one and knocked. He waited a couple of seconds before the door opened, revealing a shocked red mech. "Blue?"

"Hi, Sides."

Sideswipe glanced back inside his room. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to apologize. I didn't mean to make you worry."

"Worry? Oh. Sunstreaker." Sideswipe smiled. "Yeah. I mean, you just vanished. We went looking for you after… you know… , but we couldn't find you. Nobody knew where you were."

"I was with Freefire."

"Freefire? Yellow, gray?"

"Yeah."

"Dude!" Sideswipe yelled. "He like totally shot a mech in the head, and didn't even flinch! I mean, I wouldn't flinch either but…!"

Bluestreak smiled. "I know. He killed Livewire. The mech's name was Livewire."

"And you decided to run to him?"

"He found me outside the brig. I was upset. He comforted me, I guess."

Sideswipe frowned. "You two fragged."

Bluestreak's doorwings flew up. "Wh-what?"

Sideswipe turned his helm away. "That piece of scrap!"

"Sides, we d-"

"He took advantage of you!" Sideswipe yelled.

"What?"

"That sla-"

"Hey!" Bluestreak yelled. "He didn't take advantage of me!"

Sideswipe snorted. "Yeah, and you, living your little sheltered life would totally know what it's like to be taken advantage of!"

Bluestreak shook his helm. "He did not take advantage of me!"

Sideswipe rolled his optics. "Whatever."

Bluestreak sent Sideswipe a glare before he turned on his heel and quickly walked away. Sideswipe cursed to himself before he stomped into his room. "I always frag things up!"

Sunstreaker glanced up from his painting. "And bots call me the afthole."

Smokescreen peeked into his teacher's office. "Rung?"

Rung let out a slight grunt as he wrote on a data pad. The grunt was signal to come in, but a wait for a moment as he finished his thought. He sat down the data pad, and sent Smokescreen a smile. "Hello."

Smokescreen smiled back at his teacher. "I just wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Ratchet commed me and told me that my sire went to the medical bay to give his last words."

Rung smiled. "I see. Good. Your sire seems like a nice mech."

Smokescreen frowned. "I know that tone."

Rung frowned. "He is a nice mech."

"but…" Smokescreen prompted.

"But, he's very troubled. If we weren't headed back to crystal city, I'd want to see him regularly, but we are, so there is nothing I can do about it." Rung leaned back in his chair. "You see the signs, yes?"

Smokescreen frowned. "You mean the survivors guilt?"

"Yes, and also signs of processor tampering."

"What?"

"I can't be certain without an actual processor scan, but from talking with your sire for a while he seems to have slight signs of somebody going in a taking memories from him. I don't know if they've just locked them, or deleted them completely. I'm not even certain it has actually happened."

"That's not possible."

Rung shrugged. "Everything is possible, Smokescreen."

Bluestreak sighed as slowly walked down the hall. Sideswipe was just being difficult, right? He wasn't really mad, was he? When Sunstreaker said that Sideswipe was worried, he didn't think his explanation would make him upset. He thought Sideswipe would have at least understood.

"Bluestreak!"

Bluestreak jumped at the sudden screech of his name. "Serenade." He turned and smiled.

Serenade bolted down the hall and wrapped her arms around the mech. "I'm so, so, so sorry. I heard. How are you?"

Bluestreak gave the femme a quick hug. "I'm going."

Serenade released Bluestreak. "You really need to come by. Kaymin needs a buddy. Jazz was with some of the bots who came from Praxus after the fall. I was so happy. He came by and talked for a while."

Bluestreak smiled. "I haven't seen him."

"Have you talked to Prowl?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yes."

"How's he taking the whole Synchro thing?"

Bluestreak opened his mouth, but shut it. "I… I haven't seen him since then."

"You…" The femme's optics narrowed. "Mech! You go talk to him right now!"

Bluestreak frowned. "But-"

"No! You go!" Serenade huffed. "Primus! I mean, Prowl must really being taking this hard."

Bluestreak felt guilt bubble up inside his spark. "Yeah."

"He was really close to Synchro. Those two were almost like… like the same fragging bot!"

"Yeah." Bluestreak glanced down at the ground.

Serenade sighed. "I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty. Okay, I was just a little." Serenade smiled. "Go talk to Prowl. Okay? Then come by and talk to Kaymin. And after that, talk to Jazz cause he's slightly freaking out about Prowl."

Bluestreak frowned. "What did Jazz do now?"

"Oh, and it's my younglings fault now?" Serenade huffed. "Always Jazz's fault, huh?"

"Yes." Bluestreak answered. "My younglings can do no wrong."

Serenade smiled. "I have no idea what Jazz did, he was upset about Prowl being upset. I didn't even know Prowl could get upset!"

Bluestreak nodded. "I'll talk to Prowl, then Kaymin, and then Jazz."

Serenade smiled, wrapping her arms around Bluestreak, and squeezing. "Good."