Last poster was rather depressing, but now we're back to happier things. Like forcing Elita-One, Chromia, and Arcee to shop for clothes. XD Oh! And I have a question for you all. I plan on doing Prime!Shockwave in my next Chapter and I need a 'Bot for him to torture. Do you all have a preference, or should I just surprise you? Leave a review telling me which 'Bot you'd prefer on Shockwave's dissecting table! :)

StoleTheSpider does not own the Transformers…I'da been a puddle of squished bits by now if I did. The things I'd make them do…*laughs evilly*

Missing Femme!

Name: Elita-1.

Caring, Compassionate, And Cunning. She's Pretty Much The Living Definition Of An Autobot.

Loves: Optimus Prime, Target Practice, And Her Sisters, Chromia And Arcee.

Out Of All Three Sisters, She's The Oldest And Is One Of The Best Marksmen I've Ever Seen.

If Found, Please Return To The Health And Human Services Building In Chicago. Big Buddha Misses Her.

Reward: You Won't Have To Be The Brunt Of Optimus' 'Silent Treatment'.

Warning: Do Not Underestimate Her Just Because She Is A Femme...It'll Be The Last Thing You Ever Do.

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Optimus Prime was pacing, and when Optimus Prime paces, you know something is wrong.

Sitting at the table next to him, Prowl let out an exasperated vent. "For the last time Optimus, calm down! I'm sure that wherever Elita-1 is, she's safe and on her way back to base. She probably just went out on patrol without telling anyone in order to get away from Skids and Mudflap. She's fine. There's no need to worry."

Optimus just continued to pace, completely ignoring the other mech.

With another exasperated vent, the military strategist turned to Ratchet and gestured towards Optimus, raising a questioning optic ridge in the process.

The medic let out a vent of his own and put down the medical data pad that he had been scanning at the time. Looks like he wasn't going to be getting any work done today. At another gesture from Prowl, Ratchet looked over at the still pacing Prime, then back to Prowl. "There's no use trying to talk to him now, Prowl. Don't you think I've already tried that? You know how he gets. We just have to wait it out."

"Wait it out! We can't afford to wait it out! The Decepticons could make their move any cycle! We have to be ready! The battle plans that I've put together will go to waste if-!" Ratchet cut the complaining cop car off mid rant.

"Prowl. Relax. I don't think that the Decepticons are going to attack the base this microsecond. Try to relax."

Prowl let out a tiny huff and crossed his arms over his chassis. "I don't even understand why he's acting like this. He's been pacing for the last megacycle. What has got him so stressed out?"

Ratchet simply picked up his medical data pad and continued reading. "Elita is still out with the others. Optimus is just worried. After all that time that they were apart, Optimus is loath to part with her, even if it is for something as simple as patrol. You know how it is when you're bonded."

Prowl huffed again. "No, I wouldn't. At least, not from experience."

Ratchet just made an indifferent noise, not looking up from his data pad. "There's nothing wrong with that, Prowl. Maybe you should relax too before you glitch. Prime is fine. Go grab yourself a fresh cube of Energon, doctors' orders."

The slightly frazzled black and white mech paused. He thought over Ratchet's order for a microsecond, before venting in defeat and walking off. "Just one cube…" he muttered.

Still reading, the medic smirked. "And bring me one while you're at it!" he shouted.

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"This is what human females do for fun?" Elita-One questioned, holding up a rather low cut shirt for Mikaela to see. "Buy clothing that allows you to show off as much skin as possible so as to attract potential mates?"

Laughing, the raven haired teen plucked the provocative shirt from Elita's grasp and placed it back on the rack. "Not all girls. I could name a couple, but most girls just like to shop just for the fun of it. Just to hang out with friends and try on outfits and stuff." Mikaela shrugged. "It's fun."

"Hmm…" Elita hummed as she gazed over other clothes racks.

It had been Mikaela's idea to take Elita-One and her sisters, Chromia and Arcee, out on a shopping trip to the local mall. The femmebots were unwilling at first, but after Mikaela's bribing and convincing, they had changed their minds. Now here they were, in the women's fashion department, looking at outfits for them all to try on…or at least for Mikaela to try on. The sisters were utilizing their holoforms, and because of that, couldn't really take off or try on outfits. Granted, they could change the outfit that their holoform was wearing, but the three femmes really couldn't be bothered.

Rolling her eyes at her sister's lack of enthusiasm, Chromia flicked through a couple racks of her own and pulled a blue and silver striped polo from the line and presented it to Mikaela. "I think that you would look nice in this one Mikaela. What do you think?"

The shirt that Chomia was holding up was designed for a man, and must had been misplaced in this section by mistake, but the girl didn't have the heart to tell her that. "It does look nice, but I think it's in the wrong size. It looks a bit too big to fit on me." She said, a tad bit apologetically.

"And it's blue. Why does everything have to be blue with you, Chormia?" Arcee chimed in from a couple racks away.

Chromia just made a face at her sister and placed the shirt back on its rack. "At least I scanned the faster altmode."

Mikaela only had seconds to jump out of the way before Arcee came stomping over, barreling through a couple clothes racks as she did so. Pointing a competitive finger at her sister, Arcee ground out, "That ambulance got in the way and you know it. Lennox said that the traffic laws on this planet require vehicles to pull over for emergency vehicles. I was just obeying traffic laws. You took advantage of that and cheated. That's the only reason you won."

Chromia just laughed and batted Arcee's finger away. "Sore loser. That ambulance was in a completely different lane. You didn't have to pull over."

As Arcee puffed up to reply, Elita cut in between the two. She knew how competitive her sisters were, especially when it came to racing their altmodes, and knew that this particular argument was a longstanding one. Better to nip it in the bud before it got really serious…and violent.

"Save it! This is no time to be arguing. Mikaela kindly brought us here to relax and have a little fun. That does not include arguing about who has the faster altmode." she scolded. After shooting pointed looks at the two, Elita turned and walked away.

"Besides," she called over her shoulder. "Everyone knows it's me who has the fastest altmode."

That just set the other two off again, arguing even louder than before. People were staring to stare.

Mikaela just laughed as she watched the three holoforms bicker good-naturally and pester each other. Still chuckling at their antics, she gathered up the shirts that she had decided to buy and headed over to the register. Mikaela knew that she had taken long enough; the femmes were getting bored. Maybe it was time to return to the base.

After a few more seconds of playful bickering, Arcee, Chormia, and Elita wandered over to where Mikaela was paying for her purchases and watched as she bagged her new outfits, cheerfully wishing the checkout a pleasant day as she grabbed her bags in both hands and left.

"Where are we going now, Mikaela?" Chromia questioned, leaning over to relieve the teen of one of her cumbersome bags. Elita grabbed the other.

With a grateful smile at Arcee and Elita, Mikaela shifted the rest of her bags in her grip, shrugging her shoulders as she did so. "Doesn't matter to me. We can go back to the base if you want. Or we can hang out here a bit longer. Is there a store around that you want to check out?"

Elita eyed the shops surrounding her before letting out an appreciative gasp, her eyes widening with glee. "Oh yes. Let's go in that one over there!" she said, running off before anyone could stop her. The bag that she had relieved Mikaela of banged against her side once before spilling its contents out onto the floor.

"What in Primus' name…Oh. She found the store that sells human guns…That explains it." Arcee sighed as she watched her eldest sister run off towards the hunting store. "We won't be able to drag her out of there for megacycles."

"Maybe we should call Optimus for backup. Think she'll leave if he tells her to?" Chromia added, picking up the clothes that Elita had dropped in her haste to get inside the hunting store.

Arcee shook her head. "Nothing short of a Decepticon invasion would get her to leave this mall now that she's found where the weapons are kept at."

Mikaela looked out the nearest window. "I think that can be arranged. Pretty sure that's Barricade prowling around outside. I can't think of any other cop cars that have the Decepticon symbol painted on their doors. Think he picked up on your guys' signatures and followed us here?"

"Could be…At least now we have a way to get Elita out of the store. Maybe we should call that backup, Chromia. Where one 'Con is, there's always two more right behind it." Arcee answered. "Looks like we'll get to have a bit of fun after all."

And that's that. Hope the ending wasn't too lame, or the characters too OOC. If you see any spelling/grammar mistakes, please point them out to me! Next Chapter is going to be on the darker side with Prime!Shockwave as I try my hand at a torture Chapter. Let me know if you have any 'Bot in particular that you want strapped to the rack! :) Thanks for reading!