A/N: Well, what can I say. I've been busy. Part of the reason for the long time of no update is FANFICTION HATES ME! The second reason, I've been helping a friend pack. Third reason. I'm preparing for college. Forth reason, and by far the worst. I got diagnosed with carpal tunnels syndrome. -_- I have wear a brace, and it's almost impossible for me type with this stupid thing on.

Most of my time on the computer has been spent doing nonsense and playing games that don't require too much wrist use. XD


Bluestreak laid on the couch in the rec. room. His helm propped up on Freefire's lap. A movie was playing on the huge projector screen. Freefire's optics were locked on the image of the huge mech, the chief enforcer, flying through the air shooting at robbers. Bluestreak frowned. "I don't get it."

Freefire glanced down at Bluestreak. "What's not to get?"

"No enforcer is that big. I mean if they're too big they lose their agility and maneuverability."

Freefire sighed. "Can I enjoy the moving picture, please?"

Bluestreak giggled. "Moving picture?"

"Whatever it's called! I've never seen one before a couple of orns ago."

Bluestreak angled his helm up at Freefire. "Our first date was the first time you've seen a movie?"

"Y-yeah. I mean. I grew up in Kaon." Freefire sighed. "Forget it. Let's go frag."

Bluestreak raised an optic ridge. "No, we'll finish the movie."

"Let's talk about you then." Freefire smiled. "You said you younglings."

Bluestreak frowned. "Yeah."

"How come I never you see you with them? You never have any annoying beasts with you?"

"You've met them. Both I think."

Freefire leaned his helm back on the couch. His face scrunched up in thought. "I think I'd have remembered meeting tiny beasts."

"No, I'm sure you've met them."

"No, I'd have remembered."

Bluestreak smiled. "You-" Bluestreak's helm angled towards the rec room's entrance. "Was that…"


Chromia stared down at the yellow and black youngling that walked between her and Ironhide. He hadn't said much for the couple of orns it took to get back from Kaon, only a few sentences. He was completely opposite of Barricade. He was Calm, trusting, and as far Chromia could tell, a REAL youngling.

"We're here." Ironhide nodded to the huge city that sat in front of the small group. Bumblebee smiled. His optics slightly brightening. He looked up at Ironhide and waited patiently for the big mech to get moving.

When Ironhide failed to move, Chromia stared walked towards the city. "Move it, Hide. Prowl is expecting us back."

Ironhide watch Chromia quickly walk towards the city. He smiled down at Bumblebee. "Feisty, huh?"

"I don't know what that means."

Ironhide shrugged. "I don't either." He slowly began following Chromia, trying to stay slow for the mini-con youngling.

The small group walked through the city streets. Bumblebee took in the surroundings that were so different from what he was used to. None of the buildings were falling apart. Not everybot he saw seemed shady, and there was definitely more bots willing to give away free stuff. Everytime the group turned a corner somebody was yelling for them to try a "free sample", to which Bumblebee accepted every single one he could without falling behind Chromia and Ironhide.

The group reached a huge building. Mechs stood in front of the entrance, each holding their own weapon. Ironhide walked up to the mechs showed his I.D and lead Chromia and Bumblebee into the building.


Bluestreak sat up off the couch. "That was definitely Ironhide and Chromia."

Freefire glanced over to the exit. "So?"

"They went off on a mission."

"And?"

"It was just the two of them, and I could have sworn I saw a Yellow with them."

"Yellow?"

Bluestreak smacked Freefire. "Yellow, the color! Stop questioning everything I say!"

"Everything?"

Bluestreak stood up. "You're obnoxious." Freefire smiled and opened his mouth, only for Bluestreak to cover it with his servo. "No! Do not ask it!" Bluestreak frowned. "Really? You're going to lick me?" Bluestreak kept his servo firmly in place. "I know where you've been. You're golassa does not scare me." Bluestreak frowned at the muffled words of Freefire. "Gross!" Bluestreak ripped his servo away from Freefire. "There's some things I don't want to know."

"Some?"

"I hate you." Bluestreak quickly walked to the exit. "I'll meet you in your quarters."

Freefire frowned as he watched Bluestreak sprint out of the room. He glanced over to the movie that was still playing. Then over to the mech who sat on the chair perpendicular to the couch. "What did I miss?"

"Everything." The mech answered.

Freefire frowned. "Frag."


Ironhide sighed as he paused in front of the Prime's office. "Blue, what are you doing?"

Bluestreak peaked out from behind a corner. Chromia smiled at the mech. "You're not a very good stalker."

"I know a few bots who would beg to differ." Bluestreak smiled. His optics slowly wandered down to the yellow and black mech. "Who's this?"

Ironhide glanced down at Bumblebee. "This is Bumblebee."

"Hi." Bluestreak waved. "How are you?"

"Good."

"You're a youngling?"

Bumblebee nodded. Bluestreak smiled. "You're very cute."

Bumblebee frowned. "No."

"N-no? You're not cute?"

"No. I'm handsome."

Bluestreak smiled. "Adorable." Bumblebee simply frowned, turning away from Bluestreak. Bluestreak laughed. "Where did you pick him up from?"

"Kaon." Chromia answered. "We're bringing him to the Prime, and then we're going home."

Ironhide frowned. "Chromia, we-"

"No." Chromia answered. "No."

Bluestreak frowned. "Um, I see?"

Ironhide turned to Bluestreak. "Sorry. We were-"

"Bond talking, I know." Bluestreak smiled. "I'm just going to go then. Good luck! Bye, Bumblebee."

Ironhide glanced over to Chromia before he sighed and knocked on the huge doors. The doors slid open, and The three bots walked inside. Optimus glanced up and smiled. "Hello."

Ironhide nodded. "Prime."

Optimus stood up, and walked to the group. He crouched in front of Bumblebee. "Hello, Youngling."

Chromia frowned. "You knew it was a youngling." A glare settling over her features.

Prime glanced up at the statement. He slowly stood up. "I did."

"Why did you send us then? You kno-"

"It was not my wish to upset you, Chromia. Prowl had advised tha-"

"Prowl." Chromia growled.

Ironhide grabbed Chromia's arm. "Calm down."

"No!" Chromia yelled. "Where does Prowl get the right to pu-"

"It was not completely Prowl's fault." Optimus stood up from kneeling position. He glanced down to Bumblebee. "Would you please wait outside in the hall?"

Bumblebee frowned, but nodded. He slowly made his way out into the hall. When the doors closed behind him Optimus walked back to his desk. "It was Covenant's wish for the two of you to take care of that youngling."

"No." Chromia growled. "No more younglings."

Optimus nodded. "That is your choice. Prowl said that by sending the two of you, it'd increase the chances of you two forming a bond with the youngling, but if you do not want to keep him, I will arrange a home for him."

Ironhide glanced over to Chromia. "Mia, I-"

"Forget it." Chromia shook her helm. "Find a good place for kid, Prime." Chromia turned away from the two mechs, and quickly walked out of the room."

Optimus sighed. "Very well."

Ironhide sighed. "Optimus, I'm sorry, but right after Barricade, I don't think a youngling is the best thing for us. I wouldn't mind taking care of the mech, and bringing him in, but Chromia is a bit… She's just a bit more shaken by it all."

Optimus nodded. "I understand."

Ironhide nodded. "We'll leave the youngling with you then."

"Please send him in then." Optimus sighed. "I'll see what I can do for him."


Bluestreak peeked around the corner of the Prime's office again. His curiosity got the better of him. Bumblebee sat in front of the office staring down the opposite end of the hall. Bluestreak slowly walked over to the youngling. "Whatcha staring at?"

"Chromia ran down that way."

"Did she?"

Bumblebee glanced up to Bluestreak. "They said Covenant told them to get me."

Bluestreak frowned. "C-covenant?"

Bumblebee nodded. "I really want to see her, do you know her?"

Bluestreak bit his lip. "I... Yeah."

"Can I see her?"

"I'm not the best person to ask that." Bluestreak turned his helm away as the door to the Prime's office opened.

Ironhide sighed. "You can go in there Youngling."

Bumblebee scrambled to his feet and ran inside. Bluestreak glanced up at Ironhide. "Hi."

"How are you?" Ironhide leaned up against the wall. "I've been gone for almost a decaorn. Surely you-"

"I've moved on?" Bluestreak sent a sad smile to Ironhide. "Yeah. I guess. I'm good."

Ironhide nodded. "Good. Anything new?"

"Sunstreaker beat up Freefire."

"Freefire is?"

Bluestreak's optics lit up. "The coolest bot around."

"Coo-" Ironhide snorted. "You got yourself a mech toy?"

"No."

"Yeah you do. Your face is splitting open right now."

Bluestreak smile grew. "I like him."

Ironhide nodded. "Good. Now, why did Big pretty and yellow beat him up?"

"No clue." Bluestreak shrugged. "I don't think Sides really likes him either."

Ironhide snorted. "I see. Well, I know your problem."

"My problem?"

"You got jealous pets." Ironhide laughed. "Keep some time out for your friends. Don't forget your family either. I'm sure Smokey could stand a few moments of your time. Poor neglected youngling."

"He's not neglected." Bluestreak rolled his optics. "I smother both my younglings equally."

Ironhide nodded. "I know." He pushed himself off of the wall. "I'll talk to you later, Blue."