Khalthar's Notes: Many of you are hoping to see Glitchmeister Galloway get a bit of comeuppance… be patient… he'll get what he deserves. Prowl will give him a bit of warning first though. Of course being Galloway, that won't be enough, so his attitude and mouth will get him in more trouble than he knows what to do with… the kind of trouble that will have him dealt with permanently! Also, there will be some other femmes later on… just be patient. Right now, I'm still editing, revising, and posting chapters from Dawn Racer; we haven't gotten to my stuff yet.

I came back online groggily feeling as if I'd been bashed in the helm by a very angry Ratchet. A soft noise left me as I slowly sat up. My optics couldn't seem to focus for more than an astrosecond without burning intensely. I looked around wearily and froze.

"What the..." I picked up a small piece of metal off the floor, it was shimmering with many scratches. Around me were and odd assortment of shimmering objects, some were obviously worn from age and yet others were bright and new.

There was a total of five objects. The piece I just picked up was some type of sharp triangular bit of metal. The others were bits and bobs, a small orb that looked to be made of copper, a stainless steel knife without the handle and a small silver mirror. I liked the mirror the most, because it was encrusted with small little sapphires that glittered and sparkled brightly.

I put down the triangular piece and picked up the mirror, a soft croon leaving my lips. The sound was probably akin to how a pigeon might sound. I pensively glanced around before placing it in my sub-space. One of the many data-packets had explained its use and I found it very useful at the moment.

Sliding down from the berth I stretched the kinks out of my muscle cords. Stepping over to the door I slipped out into the hall, my energy was back and I was feeling very good. A pleasant tingle was sweeping through my systems and I realized it was my new body's version of a humans 'butterflies in the stomach'.

Tilting my helm I walked carefully past the humans and into the main hanger. I knew I was still very scuffed up and horrid looking, but I couldn't find it in myself to care at all.

I glanced around the main hanger until I spotted Ironhide in his vehicular form, a huge GMC Topkick. How fitting. I thought dryly while looking at the beast of a human truck. After a moment Ironhide transformed and looked at me.

"What?" He snapped irritably.

"I'm ready for training." I said quietly.

He looked me over, his optics zeroing in on the scuff marks and other damage, but he seemed to dismiss it after a moments hesitation.

"Meet me outside on the tarmac in fifteen. Prowl wishes to speak with you." My optics darkened at that designation, but I had to 'grin and bear it'. He was Bluestreak's older brother and the SIC.

I nodded to Ironhide and turned to walk back to the hanger. Sucking in a deep breath I flicked my wings upward into a stiff position so he couldn't 'read me' and headed to his office.

Walking up to his door I hesitantly knocked. I wasn't sure why he wanted me here this morning, he seemed to hate me already. I thought he'd just abandon me and not worry about training me. It was silent for a moment before I heard his calm voice.

"Come in."

I twitched inwardly and placed my servo on the pad. After a moment it beeped and then opened for me. Walking in quietly, I stood stiffly in front of the entrance. I had passed over the threshold just enough that the door would close, but my wings kept flush with the door.

"Relax. I do not bite."

His wording threw me off and made me tense up even more. "Could have fooled me..." I muttered it quietly, but apparently not quite softly enough if the look he was sending me was anything to go by. I flinched and accidentally let my wings relax; they flicked back and fluttered meekly as if they had a processor of their own.

"I apologize for yesterday."

I looked at him in confusion as I forced my wings to rise up and stiffen on my back. I refused to show him just how much he scared me.

"What, for locking me in the brig for so long? I deserved it. I was being rude."

He blinked slowly, his glowing optics narrowing slightly. "I had no right to cross that line. You knew no better and I punished you for it. For that I apologize. However, once you are finished training with Ironhide I would wish to have a moment of your time to go over what I shall begin teaching you, as well as your schedule."

I was silently taking all of this new information in. I forced myself to take it in stride, so with a nod of my helm I left his office. I may not be familiar with some forms of a silent dismissal, but I could tell that when he was no longer looking at me and was glancing over the data-pads that it was my time to book it.

Walking from his office I took quick, but measured, steps to the tarmac. I offered a brief nod to Mirage and Hound, who were in a conversation but paused to glance at me, and continued on my way. Stepping out of the main hanger I looked around and didn't see anyone or thing besides some jets and cargo planes.

Suddenly my wings pinged; I quickly ducked down to the ground causing the charging figure to trip over me instead of slamming into me. I stood up and quickly blocked the blows coming my way. They stung like crazy against my armor, causing aches and no doubt plenty more scuffs and dents.

I jumped backwards from a fist and landed in a crouch, automatically my wings flicked up and starting twitching. I couldn't see the figure anymore.

All I had noticed when it was attacking was that it was tall and lean, with a coloration of blue and white. My wings pinged again, and twitched backwards. I rolled to the side and barely avoided the swift kick to the abdomen; it still hurt like a glitch though.

My wings flicked again, picking up on movement to my right. I whirled around and threw a punch. I felt myself hit something and not a second later something slammed into my chassis and knocked me backwards a few feet.

I hit the ground and skidded with the impact, my armor sparking and leaving a trail of what was left of my paint. I managed to choke a vent out and then in, my wings were filled with pain causing the sensors to be overloaded. I couldn't find my opponent.

I looked around starting to panic when a blade pressed to my main energon line, a cultured voice hissing in my audio receptor.

"You're offline." I flinched and fell to the ground in exhaustion when the spy Mirage appeared. Ironhide walked up beside him, his huge arms crossed over his chassis and a less than impressed expression on his face.

"First move was good; you got your opponent by surprise when they tried to ambush you. After that you depended too much on your wings and didn't stop to use your other senses. All in all I say moderate, at least you had some sense to listen to what your wing panels told you."

I blinked owlishly and gazed up at Mirage. He looked perfectly fine, as if I hadn't punched him or kicked him in the abdominal armor or even tripped him. He looked fine. Embarrassment crept over me. I'm a total embarrassment to the Autobot cause. I thought meekly.

"Don't beat yourself up, you'll get better. Your attacks could be worked on, but your reflexes are good. I'll give you that."

I looked up and tried to flick my wings, but that hurt way too much.

"Am I that easy to read? At least I can do one sorry thing right." I muttered quietly while slowly standing up. My wings pulled down heavily making me fall back on my aft. I let out a keen of pain and flinched.

"My apologies. I did not mean to displace or harm your wings."

That damn cultured voice was smooth and calm. When I looked up at Mirage I noticed optics held an icy look to them. He's not sorry in the least. I thought bitterly. I slowly forced myself to stand, my wings blaring in agony.

"It's fine." I grunted and turned away when Ironhide made a motion with his servo, a dismissal. I could feel something leaking down my back, my panels, and armor stinging angrily like a swarm of Killer Bees.

I walked away from them and to Prowl's office, seething internally. I don't want to spend another minute with them, they really hurt! I couldn't tell if I was thinking about those mechs or my wings, everything was cloudy.

I knocked on Prow's office door wearily and waited for his voice. Once he gave the all clear I pressed my servo to the key pad and waited for the door to open.

Stepping in, I tried to keep the limp and grimace from showing on my faceplates; it was no use trying to hide my wings. Prowl looked up and actually seemed startled. He dropped his stylus, his optics zeroing in on me.

"What has happened to you? You should be in the med-bay with Ratchet."

"It's nothing, plus you told me to come straight here after I met with Ironhide...'sides I've dealt with a lot worse than this." I muttered the last part quietly hoping he wouldn't hear it. All was silent in the room except for the sound of my cooling fans.

"We will discuss your schedule in a moment; I want to know how this happened."

I looked up and was surprised to see him actually holding a semi-worried expression. It didn't show on his face really, it was in his optics.

"Mirage and Ironhide." I stated in a dry tone of voice.

"Acknowledged. They shall be dealt with, they know better than to throw themselves at a bot who has had no military training."

"What about my schedule?"

His lips pursed as he looked me over silently. In all honesty I was surprised that he wasn't being hostile toward me. He was calm and calculating, it was quite a relief to be blunt.

"Once you are out of Med-bay you will spend each afternoon from thirteen hundred to fourteen hundred with me (1:00 pm to 2:00 pm for those of you who don't know military time). Then from there you shall spend fourteen-thirty until fifteen-thirty with Ironhide (2:30 to 3:30). The rest of the afternoon shall be yours top do with as you please."

I nodded politely and waited to see if he would say anything more. His door wings flicked ever so slightly before he pulled his gaze back down to his data-pads. Turning around, slightly wobbly, I walked out of the office... and right into Blue.

"Oh!" I looked up and smiled. He grinned back at me but suddenly froze, his optics zeroing in on me and a very worried expression crossing his faceplates. He grabbed my arms and turned me around; I froze before realizing what he was doing. His servos gently touched my damaged wings causing me to wince.

"What… Happened?" He almost hissed

The snarl was like last night, only this time I couldn't see his face or where his servos were. It scared me more when I heard him angry, but couldn't see him.

"Training..." I mumbled meekly. I heard his growl again before I was suddenly picked up and gently cradled to his chassis. He stomped through the hall that had somehow become devoid of humans. If I had to guess it was his snarls of anger.

"Ratchet!" Blue snapped when he carried me into med-bay. I flinched and looked up at Ratchet wearily. He stared at me for a good minute before swearing loudly and violently slamming his wrench down onto his desk in apparent rage.

"I'm going to slagging slag that slagger to the slagging pit!"

I blinked in surprise before looking up at Blue. "I didn't know you could make a whole sentence out of the word 'slag'." I saw his tense expression lift as his lips twitched in amusement.

"Sadly we can."

I grinned and giggled, that is until he shifted me onto a berth. My wings rubbed against his armor, and unlike last lunar cycle, it was not pleasant. This time it hurt like a fraggin' glitching motherboard with a cracked processor for a CPU.

Blue froze and nuzzled his face against my neck cabling, agony shooting through my frame. Oh Primus... It hurts so bad, almost as bad as the transformation and I thought that that could never be compared to anything! I heard Ratchet snarl something at Blue, before a needle poked my main energon line in my throat and then sweet oblivion came took everything.

Bluestreak POV

I was quiet as I walked down the hall, for once in my life cycle I was quiet. The reason being was that I didn't know if Autumn had accepted my 'gifts'. I hadn't gone to the med-bay to check yet, but I need to right now. The femme I was looking for bumped right into me. My optics brightened as I smiled down at her, but then I smelled the scent of energon.

My optics narrowed when I saw her badly scuffed and dented armor, I couldn't see her wings. I needed to see her wings! Something told me she was injured; it wasn't the obvious scent of energon, it was something else. Turning her around quickly, I froze at the sight of her wings.

Oh my Primus... I could actually see her sensitive nodes sparking, the wires showing through the rips and tears in the delicate metal. Her wings were barely holding on by the hinges. Fury swept through me. Who would dare touch my femme in such a way?!

I silently picked her up and stormed to the med-bay. I was aware that I was snarling angrily, the humans scattering in fear as I stomped down the hallways. I stomped into the med-bay and snarled loudly.

"Ratchet!" The medic swiveled around and stared at Autumn for a good minute or so before cursing loudly.

"I'm going to slagging slag that slagger to the slagging pit!"

I felt Autumn shift. Glancing down at her I watched her silently, she was so beautiful to me. Nothing could begin to compare to her. Even when she was scuffed up with more dents than a target drone and covered in energon. Nothing could compare to her.

"I didn't know you could make a sentence out of the word 'slag'."

I tried to keep my serious expression, but I just couldn't around her. Her sentence was so innocent… so much like a sparkling, it made me smile.

"Sadly we can." I stated dryly. She offered a grin and giggled. It was the one thing that showed me she would be alright; I loved her laughter and her smiles. They could light up a whole room better than any sun or supernova.

I walked over to the berth that Ratchet indicated and bent to set her down. I felt her wings brush my armor and suddenly I felt like slag. Like my spark was being sucked into a bottomless worm whole, a black whole eating me alive.

She keened in agony, her back arching in a vain attempt to fight against the pain. I tried to calm her down, but Ratchet beat me to it.

"If you're just going to stand there then move!" Ratchet snarled as he injected some concoction of his into Autumn's main energon line. She keened softer this time and then relaxed, obviously sinking into agony free forced stasis. My gaze softened on her dainty frame as I backed off to allow Ratchet to work on her.

I walked around Ratchet and paused when I saw only four pieces of my shiny metal objects. There had been five. I let loose a feral grin, my wings perked up happily. She accepted one of my offerings. A cruel grin slowly spread across my lips.

It's time that I make sure those rusted slaggers realize that when they mess with my mate, that they mess with me! I stormed from the room with every intention of tracking down Ironhide and Mirage. I didn't care if they were supposed to be training her; they did not lay a servo on her like that. No one was to lay a servo on her like that.

I stormed through the halls and hangers, looking for the weapon specialist and spy. I didn't see them immediately, but I wasn't going to stop looking. I wanted to see them and cause as much pain as possible before I was dragged to the brig.

Scratch that! They are going to need a couple of tranq darts to get me off of them! I needed to hurt something, to tear into something. I had never felt so... so violent. In a way it felt good. I cracked my knuckles when I saw Mirage. Let's go a few rounds with the Tower mech, see how long he lasts. My lip plates shifted one last time into the cruel smirk before I lunged.

Autumn POV

It was roughly an hour or so later when I sluggishly came back online. I could feel something faintly tinkering with my back plating. I tensed and heard a curse, a very creative one at that.

"Fragit it all femme! Why can't you stay still?"

I powered up my optics to bring them online, and slowly the sight of the berth I was practically face planting came into view.

"S'y... fel' we'd." My voice came and went lazily with small chirps and whistles, distorted by the powerful sedative in my systems. I looked around wearily, my processors not quite caught up with everything yet.

"Wh's b'ue?" It seemed to take Ratchet a few moments to comprehend what I'd said.

"He's in the brig."

I could picture the way Ratchet would be pursing his lip plates.

"Why?" I managed to mumble a little more incoherently.

"He tried to take on Mirage... and then Ironhide."

"Separately?" I was slightly curious and only became more so when the fog started lifting and I could comprehend what the medic was saying.

"Same time. Sad part is, he actually won."

I couldn't decide if I should be angry with Blue or content with the knowledge that he protected me, even if it was supposed to be 'training'. A dash of amusement pricked at my mind. He won... against a spy and a weapon specialist at the same time...?

"I'm starting to think maybe he should training me if he could take them both down at once." I heard Ratchet snort, a snicker permeating the mostly quiet med-bay.

I could hear his buzz-saw going, along with what sounded like something being welded. Luckily I couldn't feel what he was doing for the life of me. All was quiet for a moment before Ratchet spoke up.

"You do realize what's going on don't you?"

I frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" My optics dimmed tiredly as he continued working, the sound of his tools was soothing to say the least.

"Bluestreak." Ratchet grunted.

I felt a minute tug and suddenly my left wing could be felt again. It didn't hurt like it had before, but it still stung. My right wing quit the whole 'phantom limb' thing and came back into my sense of feeling again.

"You mean with all the gifts?" I murmured, happy to be able to feel my wings again. I felt him tighten something at the joints and then his tools were shut off and moved away.

"Yes."

"I don't really understand the whole reasoning behind it, but I do get the message of the fact that he's trying to court me."

"If you accepted something shiny then he's no longer trying to court you, he already is courting you."

I slowly sat up with his helm and grimaced at the tightness of my wings. I gently flicked them and moved them about to find them pain free and able to move. A little stiff, but otherwise pain free.

"Well then, I guess we're courting each other. I mean, I did accept this." I pulled the elegant mirror from my subspace to see Ratchets curious expression.

"He must really like you."

I tilted my helm in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"The shinier the object the more the mech, or femme, is trying to gain the others attention."

I looked at Ratchet with a curious expression. He heaved a heavy sigh and sat down in front of me, his large bulky frame casting a shadow over my own slender petite one.

"Bluestreak as you know is Praxian. As well as his older siblings Prowl and Smokescreen. They all know the Praxian courting rituals because they were sparked and raised in that kind of environment-"

"Does that mean that I can never... reciprocate in any way?"

He seemed surprised when I said that, his irritation at being cut off fading from his optics.

"No, it does not mean that. You may not have been sparked or raised in that culture, but the programming is there in your helm. You would unconsciously respond to him." He smirked as if knowing that I already had.

"Does wing brushing mean anything to you?" I asked innocently.

Ratchet 'coughed' faintly. He didn't look uncomfortable or embarrassed, he just seemed... off.

"A Praxian's door wings are very sensitive, just like their chevrons; they are loaded with sensor nodes and neural nets. When another Praxian brushes their wings up against another Praxian's, they are expressing their desire to mate."

My optics widened. My mouth forming an 'O'. He smirked and stood up, patting my thigh. He sauntered off to his office while I situated myself on my front to rest. I certainly had a lot of things to ponder over.

Bluestreak POV

I stretched out in the brig, overly content with myself as I ignored the glares from my counter parts that sat in cells across from me. I offered a grin that made engines snarl in turn, although I looked easy going, I was still seething internally.

Just wait until we get out you two, I'll need a good reason to not rip you to shreds! A smirk pulled at my lip components at that thought over that notion. I suddenly frowned, Autumn is out there without my protection and she is injured. I know Prowl won't harm her, but can I trust the others? After all, look what Mirage and Ironhide did to her.

My engine rumbled lowly at the memory. Her door wings, a vital part of our kinds communications, had almost been completely ripped off.

I eyed the two others in the cells opposing me. For now I would wait and see. Every mech knew better than to harm her now. I had showed my strength, prowess, and skill, along with how far I would go to protect her. After all, she did accept my shiny. A smirk passed over my lip components. Smokey would be so proud.

A huff passed over my lip plates. Prowl would be here in a few jours to let me out, then I could see my love. Until then I would have to wait, feeling like an eternity had passed instead of two measly jours.