-Ultra Magnus's office-

Cyclonus was in a bad mood, mostly because he was stuck in Ultra Magnus's office with that idiotic mech Whirl...

He growled in frustration, his red optics burning with hatred as Whirl chuckled and constantly nudged him in the shoulder. He wanted to fight him again, but he knew he would only get in more trouble, not just from Ultra Magnus.

"So... what do you two have to say about yourselves?" Ultra Magus huffed, crossing his arms on his desk.

"Well...." Whirl began, but Cyclonus shot him a death glare.

"Whirl shouldn't be scaring Minibots. End of story." Cyclonus huffed, a growl arising from his throat.

Ultra Magnus raised an eyebrow and glanced at Whirl. "That's why you two got in a fight? Because you scared a minibot?"

Whirl shrugged, chuckling nervously. "I get bored sometimes and ya know...."

"That still doesn't explain why Cyclonus attacked you." Ultra Magnus stated sternly, looking over at Cyclonus.

Cyclonus could feel Magnus's optics burning into his forehead and he growled, shifting in his seat. "Tailgate and I are... close friends."

"So you feel the need to protect him is what you're saying.."

"Not necessarily, but I believe that Whirl shouldn't be picking on him like that."

"Excuse you, grumpy bot. I pick on Tailgate because I like annoying the absolute scrap out of you. You're such a sucker for the little guy that I couldn't help myself!" Whirl chimed in, his one optic narrowing.

"I'm going to kill you if you say one more word..." Cyclonus snarled, prompting Ultra Magnus to stand up from his seat.

"Now now, we're not here to fight. Whirl, apologize to Cyclonus for aggravating him." Ultra Magnus sighed, tapping his fingers on his desk.

"What?! But I didn't—"

"Do it."

Whirl groaned, reluctantly turning towards Cyclonus and sighing. "I'm sorry for picking on your little friend and annoying you. There, are ya happy?!"

Cyclonus hissed at him and scowled, looking away.

Ultra Magnus rubbed his forehead and sighed heavily. "Yes, now it's your turn Cyclonus."

"I'm not apologizing to him." Cyclonus muttered, refusing to even make eye contact with Whirl.

"Hey I did it, so he should have to do it!" Whirl complained, but quickly shut up when Ultra Magnus looked at him.

"Cyclonus... don't make me do something I would really hate to do." Ultra Magnus said calmly, trying to cut off the tension.

"No." Cyclonus growled, shaking his head.

"I didn't want it to come to this but... Whirl, hug him to show your forgiveness."

"WHAT?! ARE YOU FRAGGIN' INSANE?! HE'LL RIP MY HEAD OFF!" Whirl shrieked, scrambling backwards out of his chair.

Ultra Magnus growled and pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers in annoyance. "Just do it so we can get this over with..."

"Ugh, if he hurts me I get to punch him again!" Whirl huffed, climbing back into his seat. He glanced away and slowly wrapped his long, slender arms around Cyclonus's frame.

Cyclonus wanted to rip those petty arms right off his frame, but he knew he couldn't. He pushed Whirl's arms off and hissed in frustration. "Fine. I'm sorry for attacking you."

"There we go, thank you Cyclonus." Ultra Magnus sighed in relief.

Cyclonus rolled his optics and grumbled curses under his breath. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, you may leave. Just don't get into any more trouble. That means you too, Whirl."

"Whatever, I'm outta here." Whirl mumbled, quickly walking out of Magnus's office.

Cyclonus sighed, slowly lumbering out the door and hearing it slide closed behind him. He was about to walk away when someone stopped him.

"Well? How did it go?" Tailgate was standing right by the doorway, his arms crossed across his chest.

"How long were you waiting there?" Cyclonus asked, a bit confused.

"Oh, only the whole time. I didn't want to miss you before you disappeared into your habsuite." Tailgate chuckled, walking beside Cyclonus down the hall.

"Mm, persistent little one aren't you? It went... fine I guess."

"Did you get in trouble?"

"Nah, I'm just not allowed to pick fights with Whirl anymore. That little fragger..." Cyclonus cursed, clenching his hands into fists.

"Hey, don't be like that! It's all over now, just relax!" Tailgate said cheerfully, slowly pulling Cyclonus's hand open and placing his little hand in his grip.

Cyclonus felt his face grow hot and he growled, wanting to rip his hand away from Tailgate's. "No, he's being nice to you. Stop being a stick in the mud and chill out." He thought to himself, letting some of his anger dissolve as they continued walking.

"You wanna... get some energon? We never got any this morning."

Cyclonus raised his eyebrows in surprise when he remembered that they never did get their energon that morning. He quickened his pace, pulling Tailgate along with him. "Sure, lets hurry before anyone else takes it."