Your (e/c) eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the lighting. You wouldn't have panicked had you not noticed that the lights were different from those of your camper. But, you had, and so you began the process of panicking. Jumping up, you reached for your pockets to dig out your pocket knife only to find that you were in your pyjamas. In the midst of your sudden panic, you completely forgot about the other beings next to you.

"Miss (Y/n), what appears to be the matter?" Jetstorm asked drowsily, his voice slightly slurred from just waking up. The minicon rested a servo on your shoulder, and you immediately leaned into it.

It took you a few minutes in your sleepy state to register that you weren't in any danger. Slipstream, Jetstorm, and yourself had fallen asleep in the back room of the small restaurant that Denny had moved to his place.

Shaking your head, you sat back down and leaned against Slipstream, who was watching you with his tired aqua optics. Jetstorm curled against your side as his brother rested his helm in the crook of your neck. Your arms latched on to Slipstream's arm, which just so happened to be draped across your lap.

The three of you only got half an hour more of sleep due to your phone's alarm going off.

"Ugh..." You groaned. You were sore absolutely everywhere! (Sinners, the door is to your right 👉) Apparently, sleeping on hard storage room flooring does absolute horrors to one's back. The alarm blared again. This time, Slipstream and Jetstorm groaned as well.

"Why must we be up at this hour?" Slipstream grumbled as he sat up and dusted himself off.

Your hand connected with your face in an epic face palm. "Oh you poor thing. Drift doesn't like me as it is. How do you think he would feel if he found out that I-"

"That you what?" You were cut off by a very upset sounding Drift. Jetstorm and Slipstream inched towards the window to get away in a fruitless effort. You visibly gulped and looked up.

"Heh...heh..." You trailed off. 'Right. Half of the roof is missing. Ohhhhh no.' "Lovely weather, ehh?" The Autobot was not very amused with you antics.

"May I please have my pupils back to today's lesson?" He asked, trying to remain semi-calm.

A frown crossed your face as you looked at the pair of tired minicons. "How about...no?"

"You should listen too him!" Called Sideswipe. How that mech hears everything is beyond your comprehension. "The last time someone tried to keep those two away from him, well, we can all agree that it wasn't all the pretty!"

It was awkward, to say the least. Here you stood, in you pyjamas, in between a very angry teacher and his students. 'Yeah I'll pass on this situation, fate,' you thought.

After a stare-down between you and Drift, you finally sighed and walked over to the minicons and gave each of them a hug and a quick peck on the cheek before climbing out the window and leaving them with their teacher.

Besides, it was time to check on the chickens.

"Well shoot," you muttered. It was the day of the chicken show, and if you didn't get get your butt rolling, you wouldn't be attending.

Time to get packing.

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It was almost 3:30, and you almost had everything packed.

"Cages- check. Feeders- check. Waterers- check. Money- check. Baby wipes- check. Baby oil- check. Birds- check." Even as you ran through your list, you had a feeling that you were missing something.

'Slipstream and Jetstorm!' You thought. 'But they're in training, and I don't particularly want to die...' Little did you know that the two said minicons were in a similar dilemma.

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Jetstorm rested his helm on his servos, staring out into space in boredom as his brother does the same. The two colorful Autobot minincons had to sit on the sidelines of a battle with Steeljaw's pack due to Master Drift concluding that until they 'stop their silly games with (Y/n)', they wouldn't be allowed back into battle.

"Brother, what time is it?" Slipstream asked Jetstorm. "Three, fifteen. Why do you ask?"

"Do you not remember? Miss (Y/n) said that she would be taking us to the chicken show today at three, thirty!" Exclaimed Slipstream, who began to bounce slightly.

"So what are we going to do?" Jetstorm asked. "We can't disobey Master Drift, but Miss (Y/n) promised to take us to it as well!"

They shook their helms and continued to watch the battle before them. The Autobots were easily overpowering the Decepticons. This gave the two a spark of hope that they might be able to make it back to the scrapyard before Miss (Y/n) left!

The minicons heard a branch snap behind them. Slipstream and Jetstorm leaped up and pulled out their weapons, ready for battle.

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You reeled your head back to dodge the blade and nunchucks.

"Chill and come on!" You hissed, grabbing their servos and dragging them through the forest. It took longer than you had expected to get them back to the base, because it was pushing 3:45 when you got back.

"Crap! Uh...uh...you two do have holoforms, right?" You asked, slightly cringing at the one fact you had forgotten to check beforehand.

"I don't believe that we do, Miss (Y/n)," Jetstorm declared. You groaned. Well, so much for taking them with.

"But do not let that stop you from going!" Slipstream hurriedly added. "We know how much you've been working for this, and we wouldn't dream of being the thing that held you back!" A look of sadness flashed across their optics as they turned around.

Both of them halted their movement when they felt a hand on their shoulders. You swallowed down the small bit of sadness you had and smiled at them.

"I'm not going to that show if it means that I can't bring my two favorite minicons with." They perked up immediately and rushed to your sides and hugged you close. You wrapped your arms around the two small mechs and crouched down to look them in the optics.

"I would never leave you over some chicken show. Okay?" Jetstorm nodded, and Slipstream followed suit.

"Aww, that's cute," a strange voice said from behind you. "But would you leave them if it meant their safety?" Asked a purple mech. Two smaller ones, minicons you assumed, landed in front of you. "Steeljaw has been after you for a while. And there's a pretty hefty bounty on you."

"Fracture," Slipstream and Jetstorm hissed in sync, just as all went black for you.

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The battle with Steeljaw's pack had went relatively well- in the Autobots' optics, at least.

"Good job team," Bumblebee congratulated the group. Drift wasn't paying much attention to the yellow mech though- he was walking over to where he left his minicons. He scowled when he found the spot empty, no tiny Autobots in sight.

"Slipstream! Jetstorm! Now is not the time for you foolish games!" Drift barked in the area he had left his minicons. There was no response.

His minicons were gone.