A/N: I'm writing as fast I can! XD

Bluestreak smiled as he peeked through the doorway to where Jazz was sitting on a couch. Jazz was upside down with his peds hanging off the back of the couch.

Serenade gave Bluestreak a slight push. "Talk to him, please. I don't want him here ruining mine and Kaymin's time together."

"Now?"

"Yes now!" She hissed as she pushed Bluestreak into the room.

Jazz raised his helm, stared at Bluestreak for a moment before he resumed his earlier position. "Wat?"

"I just came by to talk. Serenade said you were upset, and something about Prowl so I thought I'd come and see if I could help. I mean, I probably won't be able to help that much, but I can try. Trying is all anybody can really do, right? Try and hope you don't fail mis-"

"Ah messed up." Jazz repositioned himself on the couch, this time right side up.

"How?" Bluestreak sat down next to Jazz silently.

"Ah asked him out and made it awkward, and then… then Synchro, and Ah pushed it. Ah was inconsiderate."

Bluestreak frowned. "Prowl didn't mention any of that."

"We kinda worked through it, but ah stil feel like a aft."

"You should." Bluestreak sighed. "That soon after, what were you thinking?"

Jazz groaned. "Ah've been that mech's best friend forevah! Ah basically follow him around like a younglin'! Ah got frustraded! Why couldn't he just notice meh, ya know?"

Bluestreak sighed as he leaned back on the couch. "Prowl's just not like that. He's dense, and sometimes you just have to outright say it."

"Ah did. He turned meh down."

"Maybe it was just the wrong time. After Praxus, everything kinda went bad." Bluestreak frowned. "Everything went bad. No kinda."

Jazz nodded. "Doesn't make meh feel better."

Bluestreak sent Jazz a small smile. "Didn't say it would. You're an aft Jazz. You got caught up in your own thoughts. It happens. Just make sure Prowl knows you're sorry for that."

Jazz nodded. "Ah'll try."

Freefire sighed as he walked out of his room. He couldn't really stand to be in there anymore. He jumped when a black fist hit the wall beside him. He glanced up and smiled at the yellow and black mech. "Wow, you are… Perfect."

"I know." The yellow mech scowled. "You Freefire?"

Freefire winked. "Only if you wanna frag?"

The mech growled. "I'm Sunstreaker."

"Sunstreaker, where have I…" Freefire's face fell. "Kaon. You're the gladiator."

"Was the gladiator."

"I didn't do anything to you, did I? I mean, like, rip you off, or… drug you take your credits and run, did I?"

"No."

Freefire nodded. "Okay then! I guess you are here to frag!"

"No."

Freefire frowned. "Then what? Those are the only two reason's people co- You want me to kill someone!"

"No!"

"Now I'm really confused." Freefire sighed as leaned against his door. "What do you want?"

"Bluestreak."

"Bluestreak? Did he send you?"

"No."

"Okay, I'm starting to see a pattern here. Every question I ask you answer, 'No', in that moody aft tone of yours. What do you want?"

"I want you to leave him alone. You took advantage of him."

"How did I take advantage of Bluestreak?"

"He was right in the helm and you swoop in for a good frag! I know how bots like you work! You see the golden opportunity and swoop in. Pleasure Bot."

Freefire snorted. "Really? I tried to lighten the mood I asked if he wanted to frag, and he said yes. So what? No need to bring up past careers. Gladiator."

"I have no shame in being a gladiator."

"I have no shame in being a pleasure bot." Freefire smiled. "Is all you want-"

Sunstreaker gripped Freefire's throat and pinned him to the wall. "Leave Bluestreak alone, or I'll make you. I don't care if that means I have to kill you."

"Gotcha. I'll… make sure… to… fol…low that… rule."

"Sunstreaker?" Sunstreaker jumped and quickly released Freefire. Bluestreak stood in the middle of the hall staring at the two with wide optics. "What are you doing?" He ran to the two mechs in a panic and quickly crouched next to Freefire. "Primus, are you alright?" He turned to Sunstreaker with a glare. "What were you thinking? You can't just attack somebody!"

Sunstreaker growled. "I'm not even going to try to explain."

"At least apologize!"

"No."

Bluestreak's doorwings flew up. "Then leave!"

Sunstreaker turned on his heels and quickly walked away. Bluestreak sighed as he turned to Freefire. "Your neck armor is dented. We should go to the medical bay."

"No." Freefire sighed. "I'm fine. I've had worse. I thought you were mad at me."

"Huh? No. No. No. I'm not mad! I was just being kind of… sensitive, I guess. I'm sorry."

Freefire smiled. "So, we're good?"

"We're good?"

"Don't suppose you want to Frag?"

"No." Bluestreak smiled. "Maybe later?"

Freefire stared at Bluestreak with a blank expression. "I don't understand."

"Maybe we can frag later. You know after… I… Primus."

"Are you?"

"I don't even know what I'm doing." Bluestreak stood up. "I guess. I…"

"Will you go out with me, Bluestreak?"

Bluestreak smiled. "Yeah."

Freefire laughed. "Awesome! Are we gonna like go steady or-"

"Taking it slow would be nice. Taking you to the medical bay would also be nice. Let's go." Bluestreak pulled Freefire to his pedes.