Team Bullet Train had taken a break from their usual training drills in the training rooms and Midnight decided that the younglings needed a relaxing afternoon after everything that happened. Railspike and surprisingly Rapid Run both agreed that it'd be a good day for a break.

"Alright, everyone!" Rail Spike called out, his voice bright and inviting. The younglings were sat down by the holographic rocks and were giggling like mad. "Let's settle down for a bit. We've got some fun activities planned that don't involve racing!"

The younglings, still buzzing with energy from their recent training sessions, gathered around, curious about what was in store. Rapid Run pulled out a colorful set of art supplies, laying them out on a table. "We're gonna do something real fun!"

"Cool!" Crunch exclaimed, his optics lighting up with excitement as he grabbed a handful of markers. "I used to love coloring!" Laughter filled the air as the younglings shared stories about their drawings. Midnight Express laughed alongside the younglings as they chattered about their drawings. He felt his spark soften when he glanced over at Axewing's. The young mech had drawn the Autobots and the younglings holding hands. Granted, they were stick figures, but the mech could put together the context clues. Midnight Express turned back to his own datapad to put the finishing touches on his own work.

After a while, Rapid Run noticed the children's energy had shifted. They seemed more thoughtful now and weren't as focused on their own work. The younger Bullet Train tapped his fingers on the table, before he looked over at Railspike. He wasn't surprised to see that the older mech had already caught on.

"What's the problem," Rapid Run prodded. "You're all looking like someone kicked you in your aft plates."

"Well, I dare say," Midnight Express admonished, "That kind of language is unnecessary." The other mech rolled his optics at his slightly older teammate and ignored the warning.

"I've been thinking…" Crunch started, looking up from his drawing. "What if we changed our names?" The other younglings paused, glancing at one another, surprise flickering across their faces.

"Changed our names?" Shockline echoed, tilting her head. "Like a nickname?"

"Noooo," Crunch spread his hands and gave them a little shake. "The Predacons are the ones who named us, right?" He threw Terrorwave a quick apologetic glance as the purple femme flinched. The adult mechs decided to stay quiet and watch to see where this young mech was going.

Axewing nodded, setting down his coloring stylus. Terrorwave, who had also been quietly listening, looked at Shockline. The yellow femme was still coloring as she listened.

"Right."

"And we've been with the Autobots a long time. Maybe we can change our names to something that the Predacons didn't touch!" Crunch was hardly able to stay in his seat. This time Shockline looked up, a frown on her face as she thought about it.

"Can we change our paint too?"

Rail Spike smiled, touched to see them want to explore their self-expression. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll bring it up at the next meeting."

The younglings began brainstorming, each suggestion sparking more excitement. "What about green for Crunch? It's pretty," Shockline suggested, her face brightening.

"I want to look like Ironhide!" Axewing added, flapping his arms as if he were flying. "It's looks fun!"

"I don't want to be green" Crunch announced, his tone carried a serious note to it that made the adults chuckle "I want to be purple! Like Terrorwave!"

Terrorwave pondered for a moment, then said softly, "I don't know what I want to be. Can I be green!" She looked up at Rapid Run with a grin.

Rapid Run watched their faces light up with possibilities, feeling a swell of pride in the younglings' enthusiasm. "Those are fantastic ideas! Anybody want to look like me?"

"Nah."

"No thanks."

"Nuh-uh."

"No, thank you."

The younglings turned to each to make a huddle huddle, exchanging ideas and whispering excitedly. The camaraderie between them was amusing to the trains. This was the first time in a few days the younglings had seemed excited about something and it warmed their sparks to hear the childish giggling as one of them suggested Crunch paint himself pink.

The younglings stopped whispering as X-Brawn came through the door, startling when the younglings rushed his legs. Each one chatting his audios off. The green Autobot held up his hands as each one got louder, truly making an effort to be heard over the others.

"Whoaaa, now. I'm only one mech," He made a motion with his hand and looked down at Shockline. "Now. What in tarnation has you kids all riled up? Did Midnight give y'all sweets again?"

"We wanna get new paint colors!"

"And new names!"

X-Brawn shuttered his optics a few times before looking to Railspike for answers. The old mech chuckled and raised his energon cube in surrender.

"It was all they're idea. I told them that it was possible and we'd talk about it later."

Satisfied with that, the oldest brother took a seat next to Rapid Run and looked over the drawings. He smiled under his mask as he encouraged them to share about their artwork. He didn't show it outwardly, but he was taken by surprise that Axewing was the one to draw their team as a family. The young mech had a wild streak a mile wide and a bit more angry compared to the others.

Terrorwave just drew a house with some flowers. He chuckled a bit looking at the smiley faced sun. Shockline... He knew she did her best, but it was just a bunch of scribbles.

"Do you think Optimus would like mine?" Crunch looked hopefully at the mechs as they stared down at the red bubble with tires that they were certain was supposed to be Optimus. Railspike nodded and motioned with his hand.

"Go on and find him. He should be in his quarters right now." With a cheer, Crunch took off out the door. It took Midnight Express a few seconds to realize the mechling was out the door before giving chase.

"Well," X-brawn started, "I just love these, but I only have room for one." He looked over at Axewing. "You mind if I keep this one? I just love how I look in this one." Axewing paused, before giving him a thumbs up. Then, he turned to start his other drawing.

"What about mine?" Shockline asked. "Don't you like it?"

"Well, of course I do! They're mighty fine works of art, but I can't take them all and put them ion my quarters. There'd be nothing left for the rest of the mechs to look at."

Shockline squinted up at him. X-brawn was almost worried the yellow femmeling was going to cry. She finally smiled and started listing places on the wall to hang her art so all the Autobots could see it.

The rest of the evening went uneventful and they had a quick wash and put the kids to bed. They went down surprisingly easily. Then, the mechs had just sat around and discussed the events of the day before going to bed themselves.