(Requested by @Dangergirl64)

At the Rescue Bots Academy, a red and yellow mech wandered the halls. His name was HotShot. "HotShot, Professor Heatwave and Blades wanna see you." An orange mech named Wedge stated.

"Got it, Wedge. Thanks." HotShot replied. Wedge smiled and walked to a human friend of his named Wes. Cody Burns was with Blades and Heatwave.

"Carrier, Sire. Wedge said you two needed me?" HotShot asked.

"We do. We need to discuss your grades." Heatwave stated.

"What about them? I swear, I'm doing my homework!" HotShot stated.

"HotShot, calm down. You're passing your classes." Blades stated.

"I am? Last I knew, I thought I was gonna fail Professor Chase's class as well as Professor Ratchet's." HotShot remarked. Later that day, he heard another recruit, a medic named Medix, in his uncle's lab.

"Medix? Everything okay?" HotShot asked.

"Yes and no, HotShot. I can't reach the tool I need. Uncle Ratchet left with Carrier earlier to talk to her and Sire." Medix replied. No one could understand why, but he inherited his uncle's white paintjob with some red and yellowish/greenish heartbeat designs.

"Can I help? I'm bored." HotShot asked.

"I don't see why not. I was going to ask Hoist, but you can help." Medix responded. HotShot smiled, and soon, he was helping Medix.

"So what exactly are we doing?" HotShot asked, curiously.

"Oh, we're fixing Tough Luck Chuck. He got ran over by Sire by accident. Professor Blades couldn't fix him, so he asked me to try. I said I would after I completed my chores, homework, and training for the day." Medix explained.

"Who's your creators again?" HotShot asked.

"Oh, my carrier is Quickshadow. My sire is Sideswipe." Medix answered.

"Doesn't Sideswipe have a brother? Back on Cybertron, I heard several rumors about that, but I didn't wanna ask him, incase it was too sensitive for him." HotShot stated.

"Yes, Uncle Sunstreaker. Sadly, none of my family have seen him since I was, in human terms, a year old. Sire doesn't like talking about it. And before you ask, my carrier is Uncle Ratchet's sister, not my sire." Medix answered. HotShot shut his mouth, that was gonna be his next question.

Now, both mechs had been at the Academy for some time. HotShot was older than Medix by three years, but they had developed crushes on each other. As HotShot stared at Medix, he took in every inch of his frame.

'Primus, he's gorgeous.' HotShot thought.

"And done. Let's see if he works properly now." Medix stated. As he set Tough Luck Chuck down, the small robot started to walk until he face-planted onto the floor.

"I don't know if he's fixed or needs fixing." HotShot joked. He was surprised when he heard a giggle from Medix.

"Not a clue. Give him some more time, and we should know by then." Medix smiled. HotShot smiled too. As the day progressed, HotShot and Medix continued to work on smaller projects; repairing a gear in the stimulation room, working on some class projects, the normal.

"Hammer, please." Medix stated. HotShot passed him a hammer, and every tool he needed.

'Okay, HotShot. Today's the day. You need to tell him. Even Whirl thinks so.' HotShot thought.

"HotShot? Are you feeling okay?" Medix asked.

"Uh y-yeah! W-why wouldn't I be?" HotShot asked.

"Because your face is heated, and you're trembling." Medix replied. HotShot blushed deeper.

"Um, Medix? I have something to tell you." HotShot stated.

"Hmm? What is it?" Medix asked.

"I like you. More then friends too. I.. I wanna be your mechfriend." HotShot admitted. Medix froze, screwdriver dropping to the floor.

"You mean it? No fooling me?" Medix asked.

"I mean it. I love you, Medix." HotShot stated.

"Then... I also wanna be your mechfriend. I was just too... what's the human word... too scared and nervous to tell you." Medix replied. He was shocked when HotShot kissed him, but he kissed back.