My lips tingled with that kiss, it lingered on my lip components. It had been so intense and so full of emotion, but it had also been an entire week ago.

I hadn't seen much of Bluestreak since then. I've been stuck in the med-bay with Ratchet downloading packets of information into my processors. I felt like my helm would explode.

As of right now that's where I sat… err laid. He was standing over me with that usual intense gaze, as if he might strangle me at any second for being a nuisance.

He slid open an arm panel on his greenish-yellow armored wrist and pulled out a cord. It looked like sort of like a USB type cable, the same one he's been plugging up to my systems with. He silently lifted up my helm and manually opened a small area near the base of my neck.

It always made me nervous when he did this. It was apparently normal for medics if they needed to get to a bot who was having memory loops, which I had been told was torturous, and for other things such as firewall updates and update packets.

I felt something click and then my consciousness was being intruded by the rather volatile medic. The one thing that always soothed me however, is that he always used a very large amount of self control when connected to my processors; he was always surprisingly gentle no matter how slagged off he was.

Thinking about it I figured that it was because he was in another's mind, he couldn't very well hurt them without major damage to the bot and serious repercussions to him. I felt him digging around, a rather uncomfortable feeling if I do say so myself. It was like an itch you couldn't reach.

Something clicked, my memory core downloading some new information. Everything flashed across my vision, notes on the sensor nets of door wings, chevrons, horns, where the neural nets on bots were and something about interfacing. It was brief and I didn't understand what it all meant.

Ratchet retreated from my mind and unplugged himself. I suddenly felt exhausted and powered down. Slaggin' medic and his updates! I hate rebooting!

Energon: 50% capacity

Memory Core: 16%... 30%... 89%... 100% uploaded.

Activating memory core.

Information packet installation complete.

Status: Online

Function capacity: 50%

I groaned and onlined my optics. A sigh came through my vents in a huff. Even with everything going on I was proud to say that I was adapting to being a Cybertronian quite well... even if I usually wanted to choke the medic in the process.

Sitting up I rubbed my helm warily. I glanced up and jumped, Ironhide stood there with some pieces of metal in his arms. He walked over and silently put them down beside me on the berth.

"What's that?"

"Your armor." He stated in a gruff and blunt tone.

I was curious. Tilting my helm I watched him in interest.

"How did you get it?" He suddenly looked up at me like I was an idiot. I inwardly cringed.

"I made this armor, it's a basic armor that will adjust to fit your dimensions."

"Oh…" Was my oh so intelligent response.

"This type of armor is flexible and will morph with you into the alt mode you pick, hence why it's basic armor."

"So... it'll fit out to be my alt. mode?"

"Yes."

"Cool!" I grinned and he rolled his optics.

"Just hold still."

I frowned in confusion until I realized why he asked that. He picked up what looked like metal cuffs and with surprisingly gentle servos clamped them onto my wrists.

The exposed delicate wires, energon lines, and neural net were now hidden behind the armor. It wasn't that thick, maybe three inches of some heavy and dense silver metal. Next he held some pieces over my forearms, they instantly connected.

That's right... one of Ratchet's packets mentioned our natural EM fields that held our armor to our bodies. Other armor bits that covered my upper arms, thighs, and calves all snapped into place. He manually placed some pieces over my joints to protect them.

He placed flexible smaller plates over my abdomen, they were soon clicking in place, the same treatment was acted out on my back. Ironhide picked up some small, yet very dense plates and let them snap over my helm.

There was more than a dozen and they were all slightly spiky, especially around my cheeks where they spiraled out gently to frame my face in carved swirls of strong metal. He grunted and inspected his work briefly before picking up the last bits of metal.

"This one will feel weird."

I was about to ask why when I realized the reason. The plates started padding over my wings; they were tingling and electrifying drawing a faint noise from the back of my throat. I couldn't decide if it was a moan of pain or pleasure.

After a few moments my wings were as well protected as the rest of my body. I looked up shyly to the gruff weapon specialist who was again inspecting his work before seeming to nod to himself.

"Thank-you. For the armor."

He looked down at me, surprise flickering faintly in his old war hardened optics. The scar over his right optic making him extremely intimidating.

"You're welcome. Once you're comfortable enough to move around I'm going to start working with you on weapon training."

I swallowed and nodded. A part of me was grateful that he was going to do that, the other part was screaming out that he would kill me.

Once he left I sagged in on myself. A soft sigh, barely audible, passing my lips plates. I looked up and glanced around, Ratchet wasn't in here. A slow smirk crossed my face plates. He was probably in his office or off chasing someone for not coming in for their check up.

Sliding from the berth I winced when I stumbled, my door wings flailing in the attempt to gain balance. Shaking my head at the disoriented feeling, I slowly put one foot -pede- in front of the other. I made my way slowly toward the med-bay door, my wings flicking every which way.

I wasn't picking up on any disturbances in the air, like Ratchet, but that didn't mean anything. Primus I sound like Yoda from Star Wars. A disturbance in the force there is! I started giggling as I thought of Ratchet being Darth Vader. I started laughing to myself, my wings shaking as I tried to be quiet.

"What ya gigglin bout?"

I jumped and tried to turn around only for my pedes to catch on something. I yelped would have hit the floor, if it weren't for the strong arm suddenly wrapped around my waist. I slowly onlined my optics to see Jazz bent over me to keep me from hitting the ground, our hips almost touching in a not so innocent way.

The slow grin that spread across his face told me he knew both my thoughts and the decidedly compromising position. I gasped and pulled away from him as fast as I could, my pedes tangling and my frame heating up in embarrassment.

I stared at him long and hard with my best 'death glare'. He raised his servos up innocently, as if he hadn't been doing anything wrong.

"Ya alrigh' lil lady?" I scowled at him.

"Peachy."

"Ah wasn't tryin' nuthin. Ah would never steal another mech's femme. Ain't my style."

I frowned growing suspicious. For all his easy going pretenses, something told me this mech was a tough nut to crack.

"What is your style then Jazz?"

He smirked and darkened half his visor in a wink. "Ya will have ta figure that out for yaself."

I scowled as he turned and stocked off. I huffed and whirled around, slamming into a frame. I let out a soft 'oomf' and looked up. Bluestreak blinked and grinned impishly.

"Hi." He said softly, raising up a servo to place it behind his helm.

"Hey…" I murmured awkwardly. He smiled and offered me his servo. I looked down at his servo then up at his chassis. A meek smile crossing my face-plates as I placed my servo into his strong grip.

Not for the first time did I realize how tiny I was compared to the others, I just barely came up to the undercarriage of Bluestreak's chassis; and he wasn't even one of the bigger ones! He smiled brightly when I took his extended servo, gently leading me out of the hallway and into the human area. There I saw some lined up vehicles.

"Ratchet mentioned you would probably try to sneak off again, and that if I saw you I should just go ahead and get you your alt. Saves him the trouble I guess... not that you're a burden! No! I-"

I giggled and kissed his cheek plating again. He went quiet and gazed down at me again. I smiled sweetly, with a hint of shyness playing at my lips. He grinned impishly and led me over to the cars.

There were four of them, three were some type of truck, box car, or energy converter. The last one on the left however seriously caught my attention.

It was sleek, a soft green color with black and white accents. I approached it and looked it over; I knew it was a Ferrari Dino Concept, because I had almost drooled on myself when I had seen a picture in one of the many car magazines that the boys always brought to school. It looked fast enough to catch a jet and eat it for lunch. I looked back to see Blue, his expression was totally innocent… as if that could fool me.

I raised an optic ridge knowing he somehow finagled this. I don't know how, but he did. Setting my optics on it, I activated one of the information packets that told me how to scan it.

A second later I felt a tingling sensation run through me as I scanned the vehicle's front, sides, back, and top. I could feel my armor thicken marginally, the pieces shifting and melting into the intricate design that would come together to create the vehicle.

I looked myself over to see the beautiful green coloration was now my armor color, accents of white and black streaked along my wings and helm. I looked back up to see Bluestreak staring at me, as if I was some sort of goddess. A giggle came forth as I bounded over to him, all the while keeping my sensors sharp for humans.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes. You're beautiful! You're so sexy now! You look absolutely incredible!" Suddenly his cheek plates turned a darker hue causing me to laugh. He is just too cute.

Bluestreak POV

I was walking down the hall when I spotted Autumn. She seemed flustered for some reason, that reason was probably the retreating back of Jazz. A growl rumbled up through my chassis, reverberating through my vocal processor and making my wings twitch. I sucked in a breath to calm myself and continued my approach to Autumn.

"Hi." I murmured gently, hoping I wouldn't startle her to much; the thought made me cringe. Placing a servo behind my head in awkward embarrassment I observed her.

"Hey..." She finally murmured in her ever so soft voice. I shivered internally trying to ignore the pulsing along my circuits. That's ungentlemechly... I thought with an internal frown.

I offered her my servo with a soft smile. She glanced from my servo to my face-plates before finally taking it. My smile grew. I gently lead her down the hallways and into the main hanger where a line of vehicles sat.

"Ratchet mentioned you would probably try to sneak off again, and that if I saw you I should just go ahead and get you your alt. Saves him the trouble I guess... not that you're a burden! No! I-"

I froze at the feeling of silken lips caressing my cheek plates, my rambling silenced in awe of her delicate frame. I could hear her giggle, that sweet soft, silky laughter. I smiled impishly and led her over to the four vehicles.

The three that the humans had picked out were distasteful in absolutely every way. No femme in her right processor would choose any of those! It made all of us mechs horrified and astounded they would even think to do such a thing.

I had spoken with Prime about it and finagled in a new sports car; it was sleek and built for speed. Perfect for a young femme. When she glanced back at me with a knowing look, her optic ridge even raised, I carefully made sure my expression was innocent. It didn't seem to fool her, femmes were never deceived. I huffed at the thought.

Autumn circled the vehicles until she glanced at the one that I had gotten in for her. She seemed to have some trouble accessing the files for her scanning processors. Not for the first time it reminded me that she wasn't sparked a Cybertronian, it made me all the more determined to help her fit in.

It also made me that much more determined to eventually make her mine. It would boil down to her choice on who she chose, but I wanted to make her mine to be able to cherish her and give her the world. My wings flicked bringing me out of my thoughts as I looked up to see her. I froze, my cooling fans kicking on.

By Primus... it should be illegal for how sexy and adorable she is! I blushed even more at my thoughts. She suddenly giggled and tilted her helm.

"Yes or no?" She said sweetly.

"Yes. You're beautiful! You're so sexy now! You look absolutely incredible!" I froze and blushed further, my cooling fans kicking up a notch. She immediately started laughing, but I could tell she wasn't laughing at me to be mean or cruel, it was more like delicately surprised. I grinned and gently took her servo.

"Let's get you back to med-bay before Ratchet hunts me down and beats me with his wrench."

She nodded, but that smile I oh so loved never left her lips. I couldn't help but to smile in turn. How should I go about courting her...? I highly doubt she'd understand the Praxian ritual... but I could try. My optics hardened in determination. I would show her that I loved her, one way or another.