Forward: I moved the final chapter over from Beauty Within, since it was introducing this sequel. Enjoy, there's so much humor to come...

Trying to Fit in..

"I can't do this Prime, I can't!" Elita One cried as she buried her head in her hands. The stress of dealing with the five former prostitutes was driving her to glitches. Their continual, flippant, obscene jokes and comments.. Their flagrant disregard for procedures.. Their total lack of proper respect towards the mechs around them..

Optimus put his arm around his bond mate. "You can do it Elita. You've faced the cons in battle. This is nothing compared to that," he consoled. Sometimes it was just difficult for a leader to get the troop dynamics under control, but you could do it if you worked hard enough at it. He had faith in her.

Elita snorted in derision, "I'd rather face Megatron alone and unarmed than have to go back on shift with those five." Her blue optics bore into Prime's, assuring him that she meant every single word of that.

Sitting down, Prime stared out the viewing portal at the stars. He had known that there might be a few difficulties in blending the five former hookers into the Autobot ranks, but after standing besides them in that one battle, he knew it'd be worth the trouble in the end. But Elita was apparently being pushed to her edge, and he'd hate to end up seeing the femme chasing the other five around with her laser set on high. What should he do? Perhaps he should assign some mechs to help train them? They did seem to show the mechs a tad more respect than they showed femmes. Granted, even that wasn't much. It was like these former dancers didn't even know what the word respect even meant..

"Tell you what Elita. I'll assign Ironhide, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Brawn and Ultra Magnus to help you out. Just partner each femme with one of them and let the mech force their partner to follow orders," he offered.

Elita's weary face lit up. "Thanks Optimus," she said softly. Sitting down next to him, she snuggled tightly against his side. The warmth of love radiated through her chassis as the big mech put his arm around her. Enjoying the peace and quiet, they watched the stars together…

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"Hey First Aid, you busy?" Flare-up asked as she walked into his med bay.

Just finishing up building another set of cabinets to store supplies on, the white medic looked up. Smiling at his friend, he shook his head. "I've got some time, what's up?" he asked.

Just as she was starting to say something, Bumblebee danced into the med bay. His face was beaming in excitement. Not even pausing to consider the fact that Flare-up was there, he waltzed up and planted a huge kiss on his bond mate.

"Wow! What'd I do to deserve that?!" First Aid stammered in surprise as the yellow mech released his lips.

"I gotta raise," Bumblebee announced proudly.

"Well congratulations!" Flare-up told him.

Looking over at her, Bumblebee acted as if he hadn't realized she was there before. But unperturbed, he grabbed the small femme friend of his and whirled her around in a big hug.

As he set her down, she cocked her head and gave him a curious look. "You're awful excited over a little raise Bee," she accused jokingly.

"Well, you've got to understand. We need the funds so that we can figure out how to have a sparkling!" Bumblebee informed her. His blue optics were bright in excitement as he glanced at his bond mate.

First Aid looked sheepishly down at the floor. Sure they'd been discussing this topic in private for quite some time, but he wasn't really ready to go around announcing it to the whole Galaxy.

"You too!?" Flare-up exclaimed, her optics widening in excitement. "Heck, I came here to ask First Aid how much we needed to save up for him to build the chassis," she told them.

Bumblebee and First Aid grinned at each other and her. So both couples were wanting to have sparklings at the same time, huh? Then they could raise the youngsters as almost siblings – it'd be great!

But the two males had a problem. Although they could combine their sparks, neither one was built to carry the resulting sparkling to term. They were going to have to find a surrogate femme to do that. But having five very close femme friends, they figured they could work something out….

On the other hand, Cliffjumper and Flare-up also had a problem. Purchasing the initial chassis for the sparkling was a very expensive proposition. They had to be built to very specific requirements and only Ratchet, Wheeljack and now First Aid could do it. But the parts were the highest part of the total cost. But the pair were hopeful they could work out some long term payment plan with their good friend First Aid….

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This is the prelude to the sequal: /s/4537886/1/BeautyOfLife (go figure, won't show full url..just put the '' in front of it) .. There will be lots of sparkling cuteness, fluff, humor and practical jokes in Beauty Of Life so enjoy... I took a lot of your ideas for this one...

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