Well, here's the new sequel to Side Effects. I renamed it because the entire plot changed in my head. I could not work the femme angle, so I changed it.

As a second note, I really, really, really need to know where you guys want this to go. I know the major events I want to happen, I just need minor events to get them there. What do you guys want to see happen?

Enjoy. :)

Silverstreak leaned against a tree, his pure blue eyes glittering in amusement as he watched Mikaela and Leo chase their naked three year old son around. A soft chuckle escaped him when the boy, named Joseph, ran squealing into his arms. Mikaela and Leo stopped in front of them panting, and the former glared vehemently.

"Why does he run to you?" Mikaela asked finally, straightening up with her hands on her hips.

"Because I don't threaten him with baths," Silverstreak replied with a smile.

Mikaela scowled and Leo laughed. It had been a little under five years since he had returned to Earth to find her married off to his best friend. The blow was greatly lessened by the fact that he was no longer human, but it had still stung bitterly for a while.

"Sam, you're a bad influence for Joseph!" Mikaela finally growled, her eyes flashing.

"Then I've accomplished my goal," Silverstreak replied with a lopsided grin. "And don't call me by my Earth name."

The silver boy hated using his Earth name. After his parents had disowned him, he had requested that everybody call him by his Cybertronian name. There was a period of grumbling, but everybody eventually consented to it. Most of the new recruits didn't even know who Samuel James Witwicky was; they only knew Silverstreak, the frighteningly human looking transformer who could do amazing things. They didn't like him very much and were terrified every time they came into contact with him, skittering away as fast as they were able.

Though that hurt the youngling, he wasn't too offended; or at least, he didn't show it. He knew that they were leery of all the Autobots, all except the older ones who had worked with them for years. Any time the whispered comments and frightened looks did hurt him to the point of showing it—in rather violent ways—his guardian was there to offer him comfort and reassuring words.

Mikaela was different than the other humans, though. She wasn't friendly and understanding like William and Robert were. Not anymore. But, then again, she wasn't frightened of him like the rookie troops were. Her comments were never censored or whispered, either; they were loud, personal, and cruel in the way that only an ex-friend could make them. And judging by the spark in her chocolate eyes, he was about to be hurt again.

"Oh, that's right," she said coldly. "I forgot that you're too much of a freak to use an Earth name."

Silverstreak tried to ignore the spike of pain that made his energon run cold. He tried to push down the anger that was triggered from the hurt. He tried to keep the electricity from snapping at his fingers. He tried to stop the deep growl that ground out of his throat. He tried all these things, but failed at every one of them.

Before he could step forward, Leo was in between them. "She didn't mean it, Silverstreak!" he cried, holding his hands out in a pleading gesture.

Calm leaked through him, but disappeared with three words from Mikaela: "Yes I did."

Silverstreak saw red and lunged, shoving Leo away.

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Silverstreak sat with his arms crossed, anger practically radiating from him. Optimus sat at his desk, his fingers twined together as he stared intently at the youngling boy in front of him. The stare was rather nerve racking, Silverstreak thought as he tensed even more, as it seemed to look through his very spark. He'd had many mechs tell him that about Optimus' gaze. The only difference there was between Optimus' gaze on him and on them was that with them the Autobot leader was right when searching their intentions; with him, Optimus was almost always wrong. And he never listened to realize why.

The Autobot leader shifted and sat back. "How many times must I tell you that you need to control your temper?" he finally asked with exasperation in his voice.

"It's not my fault," the youngling said without emotion, knowing he wouldn't be believed again. "Besides, she deserved it."

"You broke her arm, cracked three of her ribs, and dislocated her shoulder," Optimus said in a low voice; controlled anger that made the youngling's spark pulse faster at the very sound.

Silverstreak couldn't stop the small smile that curled his lips at the thought. "Yes. Yes I did."

"That's nothing to smile about!" Optimus growled angrily, his optics flaming. "You could have killed her! You don't seem to realize you're so much stronger than any humans!"

"I realize it," Silverstreak growled, his optics flicking up to glance at the imposing Prime. "She doesn't, though."

"It's not her responsibility to control your temper," Optimus scolded.

"You won't believe me when I tell you I've tried," Silverstreak muttered dully.

"Try harder," Optimus said sternly. "You can't just keep going around hurting humans. It gives a bad impression of us."

"Of us?" Silverstreak asked in shock. "Really? Since when have you gotten involved in anything that happens to me? The only time you care is when I hurt somebody. You know what? Frag off. I don't need you to tell me what I should and shouldn't do when you don't even give me a chance."

Silverstreak leaped from the desk to the floor, the door opening for him as he shocked it. He walked through the halls miserably, searching for somebody, anybody to talk to. He was lucky. He ran into First Aid.

"Hey Aid," he said darkly.

"Not now, Silverstreak. I'm busy."

That hurt. So it was going to be one of the days when nobody wanted anything to do with him. Tears of anger threatened to escape, but he forced them down and headed to his room. The door opened and he was even more disappointed to see that Bumblebee was nowhere to be found. Again. He leaped onto the berth and flopped down, curling up beneath his cloak. At least he could sleep it off.

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A sharp poke to his side woke him. He groaned and forced his eyes open to see yellow. Bumblebee was kneeling by the berth, peering at him with concerned optics. Silverstreak glared at him then turned away, intent on ignoring the big yellow mech.

"Sam," he crooned softly. "Don't be angry with Optimus. He means well."

"Yeah. That's why he takes a stab at my spark every time I talk to him. Might I just say he has brilliant aim," Silverstreak muttered bitterly.

"Talk to him, Sam. Tell him how you feel. Tell him why you do these things."

"He doesn't listen, Bee."

"Ask him to," Bumblebee said sternly. "And he will listen. I promise he will. And if you don't, I'll talk to him for you, and you don't want me to do that. He doesn't take well to his friends not trusting him."

"Gee whiz, why in the Pit wouldn't I trust him?"

Bumblebee sighed and scooped his charge up, cradling him tenderly against his chest. The yellow mech wished the boy wasn't so hot-tempered sometimes. It made things so much more difficult than they needed to be. Any mech who had been under Optimus' command would know they could go and tell him what was on their sparks. Silverstreak was one of the stubborn mechs that would hold it in until something went bad. Bumblebee didn't want something to go bad. It didn't end very well for the stubborn mech most of the time.

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Silverstreak avoided Optimus and Mikaela for days, too angry to even be near them. Leo was alright and so was Joseph, but he knew Mikaela would just get him in trouble again. He hated it. He had successfully avoided her yet again when a deep voice spoke behind him.

"Ah, Silverstreak, there you are. Please, come here."

Silverstreak turned and didn't bother hiding his displeasure, but he obeyed and stood in the lowered hand. The mech carefully lifted him up and the youngling leapt onto the broad shoulder. He sat there and refused to look at Optimus as the mech started walking again. There was an icy silence for a while, broken by a sigh from Optimus.

"Silverstreak, I want only the best for you, but you continuously disobey my orders. Whenever you can, it seems."

Silverstreak scowled and spun to face the big mech, feeling his anger rise once again. "If you wanted what's best for me, you'd listen to what I'm trying to tell you! But you don't. You haven't since I became this, this FREAK!"

"Silverstreak, listen to me!"

"No, you listen!"

"I am Prime. You listen to me first," Optimus said sternly.

"Oh, now you're pulling rank on me?!"

"You've left me no choice. I need you to listen, not talk right now. I will give you a chance to speak if you only let me talk first."

Silverstreak's anger exploded and the next thing he knew, Optimus was on the ground, spasming as electricity sparked through him. Guilt and shame immediately rushed through Silverstreak, along with an undertone of fear. He connected to his comm. link and contacted Ratchet and First Aid, telling them to hurry, then ran out of the room and down the hall. He nearly ran into Kup and skidded around him, making the mech start.

"Silverstreak?" he asked, sounding confused and surprised.

The youngling rushed into the rec room, where many of the mechs were, and leaped up onto a table where Perceptor was, huddling against the scientist.

"Silverstreak!" Perceptor exclaimed, though he didn't sound angry. "What's gotten into you?"

Silverstreak muttered against the warm red metal what he'd done and Wheeljack leaned over from the other side of the table and arched his optic ridges.

"You did what to Optimus?"

"I…I kinda lost my temper and…you know what happens when I lose my temper."

"You…electrocuted Prime?" Wheeljack asked, amusement and horror mixed into his voice.

"Yes," Silverstreak sighed, looking very ashamed of himself.

"Silverstreak!" a voice snapped and Ironhide walked into the room. "You attacked Optimus?! What is wrong with you?!"

"I didn't attack him on purpose!" Silverstreak whined as every optic in the room was suddenly focused on him.

"But you did attack him?" Prowl asked from a corner of the room.

Silverstreak was silent for a moment then nodded. "I guess you could call it that," he admitted miserably.

Ironhide strode up to him and picked him up none too gently. "You are coming with me. Optimus wants to talk with you. And this time, I'm going to be watching."

"I don't want to talk with him! All he does is-"

"You are going to talk with him whether you like it or not. He is a Prime, you are not. He is in charge. I know talks with him can be awkward and can hurt, believe me. I've had enough of those to last

me a lifetime. I know it's not easy, but you will listen to what he has to say."

With that said, Ironhide began carrying Silverstreak to what he was sure was his doom.