Prowl POV

My optics twitched when my com pinged. my tense wings flaring as I glared. I was trying to get work done, key word being trying. Silently I opened the com to hear the message. My spark stuttered in shock.

.:Hound to Prowl. We have a situation:.

.:Can it not wait?:.

.:It's Bluestreak:.

.:...what happened?:.

.:Well... he might have sort of... attacked Ironhide and Mirage..?:.

.:...I'll be there momentarily.:.

My optics twitched again. All I could think was: Bluestreakdid what? My younger sibling had attacked fellow bots? Sure he was talkative, overly so, but he was always amiable. He was never harsh or cruel without cause.

A frown pulled at my lip components down when I came into the main hanger. All the humans had scattered and apparently run off from the 'titan brawl'. Optimus was standing between the three angry mechs, his battle mask in place. Jazz not too far behind, his visor dimmed to the point of being black.

Ironhide was snarling and kneeling by Optimus, by the looks of it Blue had gotten several good hits on Ironhide's weakened hip joint. His armor was ripped, dented, and torn badly, a surprise to all seeing as how thick and dense the weapon specialist's armor always was.

Mirage was slowly getting up, his armor panels flared and covered in dings, dents, scuffs and... are those skid marks? I raised an optic ridge at the thought. Mirage's Electro-Image Disruptor that allowed him to turn invisible was completely ripped and torn from his shoulders to lie in several pieces.

Turning, I saw Hound trying to hold Bluestreak back. The sniper's optics burning with raw emotion. Bluestreak's wings were flared and smacking Hound in the helm every time they shifted. Bumblebee was trying to help Hound restrain him, but a quick kick from Bluestreak sent the young scout tumbling.

"Enough."

Bluestreak was still growling dangerously at the two mechs behind Optimus, his optics burning like a crazed turbo fox. I spared a glance to Mirage and Ironhide before pointing my gaze on my youngest sibling in Hound's clutches.

"Hound."

"Yes sir." Hound set his optics on me wearily, awaiting his next words.

"Escort Mirage and Ironhide to the brig." The tracker tensed and looked down at Bluestreak and back to me as if I were insane. My tense wings flicked ever so slightly in annoyance.

"What about Bluestreak?"

I couldn't exactly blame the incredulous tone that Hound held. After all, my sibling's wrath was apparently something to fear.

"I will deal with him."

I watched Hound slowly let Bluestreak go before moving out of the way quickly. I could see why, a large puncture was in his side, energon dripping from it as he wearily walked over the other two mechs and ushered them to the brig. I turned my gaze on my brother, watching the way his optics followed them.

It was absolutely illogical as to why he had attacked the two mechs; they had done nothing to him. So what was his motive? I quickly thought over the past few weeks, inputting the information into my battle computer. All the while I kept a firm grip on my siblings arm and led him to my office.

Making sure my sibling wasn't going to run, I closed the door and sat down. Bluestreak was glaring at my desk as if he wished he could burn a whole into it. Suddenly my battle computer brought up the most probable reasoning's, they were logical.

"Bluestreak." I waited patiently until my sibling finally raised his helm to look me in the optics.

"Yes?" The simple word was snappish and laced with malice.

My optics narrowed. I might not be the oldest, but I was older than Bluestreak and held a higher place in the chain of command. As so I would and could punish him accordingly.

"You will address me with respect Bluestreak. Why did you attack two fellow Autobots?" Blue slowly looked up at me again and sent me a scowl.

"They hurt my femme."

I raised an optic ridge. My battle computer had come up with the percentage of Bluestreak courting the femme; it was a very high percentage as well. Ninety-eight percent to be exact. I couldn't ignore something this important.

Praxians are very dominating and territorial, so if Bluestreak was courting the femme that would mean the other mechs on base would have to be very careful not to do anything untoward.

If not Bluestreak's possessive and protective programs would online and we would have incidents far worse than this. This is only the beginning. I sighed and rested my jaw on my laced digits, elbow joints on my desk.

"That does not give you the right to attack fellow Autobots." I could already feel a processor ache forming.

"Yes it is! They made her keen! Keen Prowl! I will not stand for mechs harming her like they did! It's lucky that Ratchet could fix her wings, what if they had done that to her chassis! I can't bond with a femme that's offline from spark shock!"

I was watching my sibling with a calculating gaze. He was right of course, but I would never tell him that. It would only encourage future incidents. I sighed tiredly and stood up.

"Bluestreak. I will handle what they did, they had absolutely no right to damage her as severely as they did. However, I do ask you to restrain your programming. I know the mating protocols are strong, but you must be stronger." Bluestreak huffed and followed me to the brig.

I knew that my sibling wouldn't listen to me, he'd still attack all those whom posed a threat to the femme. After locking my sibling in a cell I walked back to my office and sat down tiredly.

My back struts were creaking and hurt, my wings felt sore and tense as well. I glanced down at the data-pads and heaved a sigh. I knew I wouldn't be getting any recharge this lunar cycle, not only because of the work but also from pondering the interesting situation of the femme.

My brother was quite smitten, he had even given her shiny objects. Which from what I could assume she had accepted. Oh Smokescreen, What I wouldn't give to have you here... you were always better at dealing with Bluestreak than I was.

Autumn POV

When I onlined again I found myself to be in an unknown room. I looked around wearily and noticed the data-pad lying on the berth beside me. Picking it up, I activated it cautiously and was surprised to see it was a note. From Bluestreak no less.

Hey Autumn! I know you're probably freaked finding yourself in the new room, it just got finished and I decided to take you there, would've been completed a lot faster if the wreckers were here though! I thought you'd be more comfortable in here than the med-bay, a place to call your own you know? Your pass code for your door as of right now is: 44567820z. Whenever you feel like it you can change it manually.

This isn't the only reason I'm leaving a note though, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a drive, when you online of course. If you don't want to, it's fine, I just thought you know... you've been stuck inside the base and it's good to exercise our tires, it keeps them from going soft. I bet Prowl hasn't mentioned that yet huh?

Well I suppose he couldn't seeing as with everything going on and all... anyways, let me know 'kay! I won't be offended if you don't want to go, I promise.

~Bluestreak

A smile graced my lips when I read the note, I reread it again and again feeling a warm bubbly sensation swarm inside my chest-chassis-

Blue wanted to go on a drive with me? I couldn't help but to grin at the thought. He was just full of surprises. Prowl had mentioned that I wouldn't restart the schedule for a bit... I guess it'd be okay. I grinned and excitedly jumped from the berth, throwing the data-pad back on the pillows.

I looked at my frame and noticed in surprise that Ratchet had gotten rid of my scuffs, dents and other assortment of injuries while fixing my door wings. I'd have to thank him later. After all, the dents, scuffs, and paint were only superficial.

Walking from my room I looked around warily and flicked my wings. I tried to look casual while scanning for hidden signs of that damned spy. If I knew one thing, it was that if Bluestreak got out then so did Mirage and Ironhide.

With a nervousness akin to a hunted turbo fox I moved through the corridors in search of Bluestreak. As usual, he was bouncing up and down and talking some poor bot's audios off. The unlucky bot happened to be Jazz at the moment.

"What's going on now?" I asked as I strolled up nonchalantly. Both mechs turned to me and offered a smile.

"We go' new arrivals comin' in tonight'." Jazz intoned with his usual carefree attitude.

I could tell he was excited too. His visor was just a little bit brighter than normal, but it was enough to tell that he was happier than usual.

"Oh really? Where will they be landing?" I wondered curiously. Bluestreak grinned, his optics gleaming.

"On Diego Garcia with all of us! We gave them the coordinates so that they could get here quickly and with less of a chance of Cons ambushing them!"

"Do you know who will be landing?"

"nah, not yet." Jazz answered.

I nodded and smiled softly. "I'm sure you two are excited."

"Most definitely! I'm really excited! And and-"

"-Blue." Jazz intoned quickly. His visor glowing and dimming in quick succession. Bluestreak was quiet for a moment before he grinned impishly. I was guessing Jazz must have said something through the com link.

Something I still didn't have installed much to my irritation. He turned to me and flicked his wings suddenly seeming nervous; the escaping saboteur didn't go unnoticed by me. I wasn't sure about Bluestreak though, he could be quite oblivious.

"Do you wanna go for a drive today? I mean, if you don't want to it's fine I just-"

I cute him off with a quick soft kiss. Pulling away slowly I smiled. "I'd love to."

He grinned and grabbed my servo gently, pulling me onto the tarmac. I followed after him nervously, glancing down to see humans looking up at us. Some seemed curious, others in awe and yet others held fear. I tried to smile at the nervous/scared ones, but they just scurried away much to my displeasure.

Bluestreak let go of me and transformed down into his blue-gray Datsun 280ZX alt mode. A deep rumbling rev of his engine caused me to shiver, my wings twitching with the reverberating sensations.

I allowed my transformation cog sequence to activate, my body folding in on itself until I was in my Ferrari Dino concept alt. With a rev of my engine I playfully jerked forward. Bluestreak's engine growled back as he caught on. We took off racing past and around each other.

He pulled ahead and slammed on the breaks, his frame drifting around me with a squeal of his tires. I tried to pull a three-sixty to try to follow his movements, but Primus was that mech fast.

Laughter bubbled up through my frame; I emitted a cat-call to him. He stopped suddenly, engine growling while his head lights flicked on and off.

My spark started racing in my engine as I suddenly peeled backwards and raced off as fast as I could. His engine snarled and rumbled as he chased after me.

My sensors lit up and told me that he was gaining on me, his front bumper nudging my aft bumper. I let on my horn and shot forward with an annoyed squeal, I couldn't help the words that followed.

"My paint!"

I could hear Bluestreak's laughter as he shot ahead and down a road toward where he wanted to take me. I revved my engine and took off after him; the feel of the road under my tires was exhilarating.

I could see what he meant about keeping our tires from going soft, they felt tight suddenly, the ground felt like it was massaging them and that feeling made me croon. It was as relaxing as I imagined a full body massage would probably be.

After a while I noticed him slowing down, we were on some type of cliff area from what I could tell. I slowed down and transformed out of my alt mode, jogging up to his side.

"Where are we?"

Blue turned his helm, his gaze landing on my own. I felt my vents hitch when the afternoon sun washed over his frame. His optics became a sparkling indigo like the very ocean under us, his gray-blue armor got a golden tint to it that reminded me of a shooting star.

"I thought you would enjoy the scenery. Besides, the mechs will be landing close to here so I figured you'd like to meet them first thing."

A faint smile touched my lips as I rested my helm on his lower chassis-the highest place I could reach sadly. "You're too sweet for your own good."

I could feel, more than hear, his laughter as if reverberated through him. His arms gently wrapped around me, servos tracing my wings.

"Only to you."

I smiled again as I reluctantly pulled from his embrace. Looking around I slowly walked away from him, glancing every now and then back to him. His optics only held an encouraging look to them, silently telling me it was okay.

I slowly wandered away from him, my wings twitching and flexing with the scents, sights, and sounds. The Pine Trees were still taller than I, but thankfully they weren't as tall now that I wasn't human. Their scent was heavenly, a tantalizing aroma that I could quickly get used to.

I walked to the edge of the cliff wearily and glanced down into the clear water as it bashed at the rocks and cliff face. I glanced back to Blue to see him sitting on the ground now, his wings in a relaxed position as he watched me.

It made me nervous the way he watched me. His optics were intense, but not unreadable like Prowl and not aggressive like Ratchet. The look in them was endearing in a way, they held an emotion that pulled at my spark. They held love.

I sauntered back over quietly; I didn't miss the way his optics traveled to my hips when I moved. I giggled softly and sat down beside him, cuddling up to his frame and pushing my helm under his jaw much like a feline would.

"Do you know when they will arrive tonight?"

He made a gentle crooning noise and rested one of his servos on my hip plating. His other arm was behind him, locked at the elbow joint, to accommodate our sitting position.

"Not yet, but Optimus estimated it to be around nine pm. I'm really excited to see who will be coming."

I quickly picked up on the odd note in his voice; it held a tint of excitement and a tint of remorse.

"You're hoping Smokescreen will be here aren't you?" I felt him twitch, his optics locking on my own with curiosity.

"How did you know? Primus can everyone read me so easily!"

I giggled softly and caressed his chevron to calm him down just like he always did to me. He emitted a soft purring noise at the contact.

"No, it's only natural for a sibling to want his or her family."

"Well you're right... I do want him here. I miss him... I miss Smokescreen so much! I just-" His voice hiccuped with a soft keen. Immediately I pulled away from him to look at him in worry, coolant pooling in his optics.

"I just want my family again... it's all I have left."

My gaze softened, spark aching for the mech I had come to slowly trust and now love. I crooned softly and gently rubbed his chevron, planting delicate kisses on his cheek plating. Hesitantly I gently licked away a 'tear', and felt his frame shuddering.

"Shhhh... it's alright. He'll come, and until then you have Prowl." And you have me. I thought inwardly as I tried to calm him down. He shivered and buried his helm against my shoulder, his warm vents huffing hot air across my sensitive throat cables. Raising a servo I gently cradled his helm to me, my other servo coming up to apply soft pressure to his wings. I could feel him shudder, his wings relaxing at the touch.

"It'll be alright Blue. I promise." I felt him nod, his vents hitching and whining. I closed my eyes and gently started humming; it was a tune I didn't remember very well. I had brief flashes of the memory when I recharged, but it was faint. They were memories of my mother I think… at least I hoped they were, but I couldn't be certain.

After awhile Bluestreak pulled away and scrubbed at his face plates in an attempt to get rid of the coolant tracks. I watched him quietly for a moment, unsure if I should speak or not.

"I'm sorry."

I looked up suddenly into Bluestreak's optics, they held shame. "Why are you apologizing?" I was genuinely concerned for the mech and confused by his words.

"I brought you out here for some time away from base and I start crying and whining to you...I'm sorry." His vents hitched again and suddenly I realized I wasn't the only young one here on base.

Blue must have been just as young as me or maybe a little older, the Cybertronian equivalent of course, because he was actually a lot older than I was. I looked down to the ground to organize my thoughts; I needed to put this delicately and yet bluntly.

"Bluestreak. Don't apologize for your actions. We all need to cry sometimes and it's utterly normal, and if we don't then we build up emotions and... bad things tend to happen."

My thoughts traveled to my father and how he never mourned, how he became so... violent. I slowly looked up at him and bit my bottom lip; his optics watched me with a renewed vigor.

"I suppose it is true... I used to catch Smokescreen leaking back on Cybertron when he thought no one was watching. I used to always feel bad that I couldn't really do anything besides be there for my brothers, I mean seriously-sometimes even the psychologist needs a therapist."

I smiled in amusement at his rambling. I found it endearing and yet in a way I understood why he rambled on so much. It was his coping mechanism for whatever demons haunted his past. My smile faded however when I thought of the incoming bots.

Would they accept me? I mean I could always just pretend that I was 'sparked' as a Cybertronian and not as a human. Somehow I didn't think that that would sit well with the others.

Darkness began to fall and soon I found myself cuddled up against Bluestreak's side, watching the stars. He constantly pointed out the constellations, much to my delight.

It had always been a secret pleasure of mine, to climb up to the roof at night and gaze up to the sky. Now I began to wonder if one of those stars had been Blue's home world, had been Cybertron.

A sudden crackling noise caught my attention. I squinted up at the sky, my optics suddenly zooming in and giving me a three dimensional view of a shooting star. Well I thought it was one, but then I zoomed in just a little bit further and saw the seams of the space pod.

"Is that...?" I looked at Blue to see his eager expression as three more suddenly came crackling into view behind the first. They shot over head and with a loud explosion slammed into the pine trees behind us. I whirled around and raced toward where the three mechs had landed.

I crashed through the trees at the same time as Bluestreak to see the four bots transforming. As far as I could tell they were all mechs. One turned to us and seemed startled, raising a cannon with a loud electronic whir.

I didn't understand what the mech was saying, it was in the cybernetic language that I had not been introduced to as of yet. Bluestreak strode forward and emitted a rapid succession of clicks, buzzes, chirps and other odd assortment of sounds.

My wings flicked nervously when I noticed two of the mechs watching me with a predatory gaze, it made me want to run and hide behind Blue. A chirp, turned whistle, from another caught my attention.

The fourth mech glanced between Bluestreak and I, a slow grin etching across his face plates. He to had wings and a chevron. If I had to guess, I would say this mech was Smokescreen.

"Hello I'm Wheeljack. So Blue says you only understand English?"

I jumped with a gasp and turned to look up at the large mech.

He was strong looking with a mask over his mouth plates and twin little side panels that came from the side of his helm, the glowed a bright blue with every word.

I swallowed and nodded taking him in, he was huge with now white armor that had crimson and green markings. A strong arm swept across my shoulders jolting me from my observations.

"So you're Autumn right? I hear you've been giving Prowl pit."

I looked up to see the mech with the chevron. His armor was blue and yellow; surprisingly instead of a red chevron he had a gold one. I tensed my wings and held very still unsure of what to do.

Laughter came from the two large mechs; they towered over Wheeljack, Bluestreak, and the mech behind me. I looked up to see they had already downloaded Lamborghini's, one crimson and the other gold.

"Stealing our job Princess?"

I glared at the crimson one who spoke, not liking his cocky attitude one bit.

"Pretty sexy alt, could use a good buff though." The gold one's tone and first words already reminded me of those preppy boys who only cared for their looks. The jock and the narcissist. Lovely. I thought dryly. I glanced at Blue and the other two with me.

"Can we go now?"

I realized that my tone was whiny, but I just didn't like the look those two mechs were giving me. Blue was glaring at the two mechs, his usually amiable attitude gone.

"Of course. Optimus is going to want to speak with all of you anyways. You have a lot to catch up on! Luckily for you guys we made extra quarters while constructing Autumn's. Oh Smokescreen, when we get back to base I need to talk to you!"

So the mech behind me is Smokescreen. Joy... another mech related to Bluestreak that I have yet to slag off. I smiled weakly and pulled away; activating my cog sequence and revving my engine once I was in my alt form. I peeled forwards and took off, not waiting for them to follow.

I was scared to meet this new Smokescreen, scared I would make him hate me like Prowl already did. He might be civil at the least, but that doesn't mean he isn't waiting for the perfect chance to make my life the living pit.

Not only that, but those other three mechs I wasn't exactly sure how to approach. Wheeljack seemed nice, but the other two... not so much.

I gunned my engine and took the curve of the road fast, the moon light glinting across my green armor while the accents seemed to sway with the lighting like waves. After a moment my sensors picked up on the five mechs closing in, the roar of their engines loud and deafening.

I sped onto the tarmac and raced across it; in the process I transformed and flipped into a skidding crouch. Standing up I cast the mechs a blank look and walked off, one mech in particular on my heels.

"Autumn?"

I paused when Bluestreak's servo clamped down on my wrist. I looked back at him tiredly, ignoring the questioning gazes of humans and bots alike.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just tired." It was quiet for a bit, then the powerful servo released its grip. Bluestreak backed off, his optics holding a concerned gaze.

"Alright..."

I frowned at the tone and look, but quickly moved off. I didn't mean to seem cruel, but I was just too fuddled to worry about anything at the moment. I just wanted recharge.

Bluestreak POV

I watched Autumn walk off and looked up at my oldest brother as he came to stand beside me. Optimus had already gotten the other three mechs to go with him for a debriefing, Smokescreen being an officer would just go to Prowl.

"What did you wish to talk to me about?"

I looked up at him from where my gaze had traveled to the hallway. I felt an ache in my chassis as I worried over whether I had said or done something wrong.

"I... needed to discuss something with you... something private." I saw the slow grin that spread across his face plates and internally groaned. The sibling bond shared, between Prowl, Smokescreen and I, opened up suddenly and I could feel Smokescreen poking and prodding.

Huffing, I quickly walked back to my quarters and typed in the code. After a moment the door swished open, allowing both Smokescreen and I in. My eldest sibling strolled to my berth and plopped down, I could feel his optics watching me as I locked the door.

"It's about the femme isn't it?"

I twitched and turned to look at him. He knew me too well for me to hide anything. Doesn't help that he's a psychologist for the Autobot army, he's good at what he does.

"Yes... Well... you see... I'm courting her..."

His optics widened and he stood up. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Are you having problems?"

I shook my helm quickly, my wings twitching erratically.

"No, no... I'm not really having too many problems and I didn't tell you earlier cause I didn't want the others bombarding her."

Smokescreen nodded calmly, his optics watching me with a patience learned from vorns of working on the Ark.

"Then what's going on?"

I placed a servo on the back of my helm, the other resting next to my thigh awkwardly. "I really like her and I'm not too sure if it's been too soon or not to ask her the question."

"You sure you want to bond with her Bluestreak? A bond isn't something you can take back, it's for life."

Smokescreen's concern was comforting, it was something that I could always rely on-to know that he would always be there for me. I looked up at Smokescreen and smiled brightly.

"I'm sure. In fact I've never been surer about something in my life cycle."

His lip components twitched into his own smile. "I'm proud of you Bluestreak. You've really grown up."

I puffed up proudly at his words, my wings flaring. His laughter echoing throughout the room.

"I bet you to do it tonight."

My optics widened as I stared up at my sibling. I knew, Primus every bot knew how he was with betting and gambling, but I wasn't expecting this kind of bet.

"W-what?"

"I bet you to bond with her tonight."

"N-no!"

"I guess you're still just a sparkling then. For shame Blue, for shame."

My spark stuttered. He was egging me on, I knew this and yet... and yet there was something very appealing about this bet. For once in my life cycle I was gonna gamble.

"What do you get if you win?"

"Nephews or nieces. I want sparklings from you; pit knows we won't get any from Prowl."

I grinned and let out a soft laugh. "Oh? And what will I get?"

He raised an optic ridge and slowly smirked. The gambler every bot from The Ark knew was shimmering in his optics.

"Hmm... I'll take over her self defense classes. Then you won't have to worry about those two slaggers. It's a win, win proposition, but if you loose I'll tell her all of your most embarrassing sparkling stories."

I blinked in surprise and realized I could feel him in my processors, examining all my memories after the time we got separated, then the horrifying realization set in.

Smokescreen you slagger! You wouldn't dare! And get out of my Processors!

-snort- Oh I would, besides I wanted to see what's been going on. I have to say, I didn't think you had it in you to attack the old rust bucket and the snob. Do we have a bet or don't we.

My optics narrowed as I stared at my sibling, debating whether I should accept or not. What could go wrong?

Deal.