A/N: I'm updating from TEXAS COMIC CON! Today I'm meeting Peter Cullen, and I can't wait! XD It's going to be fun today. I'm going to have him sign my G1 Optimus! It took a lot of drama to get here, but boy am I glad that I'm here!

REVIEWS

Answerthecall: Thank you! Haha! Deductive skills FOR THE WIN! XD

Autobotschic: Wow, cruel. Blame everything on Freefire!

Prowl sighed as he leaned back at the small desk set up in his quarters. He finally managed to get a slight grasp on everything around him. He had Crypt taking care of Charger. Striker was located and being watched, very closely. And Ratchet had finally gotten a chance to look over all the medical word done on Sliver and Scatter Frost.

Everything was finally starting to become clear. His battle computer was working nearly as hard to try and sort through all of his muddled emotions.

Prowl stared at the ceiling as he took a deep intake, and allowed his optics to offline. The dark was soothing. Until the knocks.

Prowl groaned as he onlined his optics, and stood up. He walked over to door and typed in the code to unlock it. The door slid open, and Prowl's doorwings shot up with surprise. "Sire."

"H-hey." Bluestreak smiled nervously.

"Where ha-"

"Around." Bluestreak nodded towards the room. "Can I come in?"

"Ah…" Prowl glanced inside before he nodded. "Yes, you may."

Bluestreak smiled. "Right. Sorry."

Prowl sighed as he stepped aside, and allowed Bluestreak to walk in. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I... I think I'm actually okay, for once." Bluestreak sat down on one of the berths. "I actually came to talk to you, and see how you were doing?"

"Me?" Prowl frowned. "I've been cleaning up messes left and right. Covenant's punishment went to me when it was clear you wanted nothing to do with it. The Helix group is in shambles. And Jazz is being an aft."

Bluestreak sighed. "I'm sorry. I really am."

Prowl sighed. "I know. I didn't… I just… I just got control of the situation. I just finally got the feeling of my pedes firmly attached the ground. I literally just got Red Alert out of that slagging ship long enough for him to lock himself inside the security hub, and decide that he's going to do an overhaul on the Autobot security system."

Bluestreak frowned. "Maybe it was a wrong ti-"

"It wasn't a wrong time." Prowl sat down next to Bluestreak. "A little late, yes, but not wrong." Prowl leaned his helm against Bluestreak's shoulder. "It's never the wrong time to see you."

Bluestreak smiled. "Thanks."

Prowl nodded. "You're welcome."

"What was Covenant's punishment?"

"Punitive stasis." Prowl answered as he slowly sat up. "Until Optimus decides otherwise."

Bluestreak nodded. "I see."

"She wants Ironhide and Chromia to watch after a youngling for her. She said it was an apology of some sort for dropping Barricade onto them and ripping him away."

Bluestreak nodded. "Poor Barricade."

Prowl nodded. "Yes."

The yellow and black youngling tucked himself between a wall and a building. He offlined his optics and waited as the pounding of pedes grew louder and softer as they got closer and then inevitably ran past him.

He let out a sigh as glanced down at the energon cube clutched in his servos. He hadn't had to steal in a long time. Not since Targa had taken him. From time to time Targa and his… well, the youngling wasn't sure if the femme, Covenant, and Targa were bonded or not, but the two of them had taken him in.

From time to time, the two would disappear, like now. They were both just gone. Targa first, and soon after Covenant. The youngling was left to fend for himself, not that he didn't know how, but it was lonely.

After a few breems of not moving from his hiding spot, the black and yellow mechling finally peeked out, and slowly emerged from his spot. He cautiously walked down the street until he reached a gutter. He slipped his small frame into the hole, and jumped inside.

He silently walked through the polluted energon, and into a small cavern area, where the polluted energon hadn't flooded. Inside the opening was a small crate. The youngling sat down on the crate, and opened his energon cube. It was mid grade, but it was almost impossible to find low grade energon in Kaon. And with big mean Mechs everywhere now days, it WAS impossible.

Honestly, the youngling wasn't quite sure how Covenant and Targa found him low grade, but on the rarest occasions one of them would pop into his little hide out, low grade in servo, and smile on their faces. The small mech frowned. He'd give anything for one of them to just pop in at any moment. He knew they wouldn't. It had been so long since either of them had come by the only thing that could have happened to the two of them is that they had offlined.

Ironhide sighed as he watched Chromia walk in front of him. The two were fully geared up and ready for whatever this mission had to offer. Though, Ironhide wasn't so sure he was ready for what Chromia had to offer.

The femme was livid. She was absolutely ready to blow at even the most innocent of comments. Chromia was like a bomb one astroklik from detonation, and ground zero was whoever was closest at the moment.

Ironhide took a deep breath, and pulled out a data pad from his sub space. "Misson details are on here."

Chromia didn't stop walking in front of Ironhide, but just nodded. The two walked out of the Iaconian Military facility, and into the big city of Iacon.

Ironhide sighed. "Says we're doing a simple search and retrieve. A mech named Bumblebee."

"From where?"

"Kaon."

Chromia nodded. "Go on."

"Just says he's yellow, black, and a minicon."

Chromia rolled her optics. "Great."

Ironhide smiled. "Yeah. He'll ask us a code question, which is… That can't be right?"

Chromia glanced back. "What?"

"Are you my carrier?"

"What's the answer?"

"No, but if I was I'd punt you to the moon."

The two walked in silence letting the information sink in.