Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, I do, however own Allison Spencer.

**SPOILER WARNING FOR DOTM. IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT. I RECOMMEND YOU NOT READ THIS FIC**

Author's Note: As I watched DOTM with my brother (my second time watching it) I got an idea on how to bring Ironhide back. So, I hope it goes well. I guess we'll see right?

Anyways, here it is. hope you like it.

Title: A Second Chance

Summary: Post DOTM: He was gone, with no chance of coming back, but that soon changes when Carly's sister; Allison comes to visit. It seems as though the saying is true; 'everyone get's a second chance'. Ironhide/OC

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Romance

Rating: T (might change later on, or if everyone thinks it does)

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CHAPTER ONE

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Just a few days since the battle in Chicago had taken place. A battle where so many civilians and fellow soldiers were taken from them. A day where one being that had made his way into the hearts of the Lennox household was taken.

Will had learnt so many years back that war wasn't kind. Nor was it remorseful or forgiving. It was evil. It was Satan's work as some people had claimed and he was beginning to agree with that statement.

And as he went over to his daughter whom was playing on the doorstep that he wished that he could take the war and shove it down Satan's throat. However, they wouldn't be human if war didn't exist. It was an evil that unfortunately had no means of ever stopping. And as he sat down beside her and seeing her bright smile and twinkling eyes the urge to make the war stop seemed to become stronger.

"Hi daddy!" She exclaimed, hugging him tightly and giggling. A few moments went by until she pulled away all of a sudden. Something didn't seem right. Bringing her head up she searched the driveway for a certain GMC Topkick. She turned to her father, her head tilting to the side; "Where's Ironhide, daddy?"

He knew that was coming. Taking a deep breath he picked her up and placed her in his lap. He looked down at her. "Sweetheart...Ironhide won't be coming back." William Lennox said in a broken whisper. His gaze swept over his six year old daughter's face. Her toothy grin she wore wiped completely from her face, her sea blue questioning eyes locking onto his gaze.

"How come?" She asked.

Will averted his gaze. How was he to tell Annabelle that their guardian had been killed by their ally-their friend?

Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Sarah rubbing her eyes, puffy and red. Her face was red as tears poured down her face, she looked heart-broken.

This had to be the worst day he had ever faced. The news wasn't something particularly he wanted to share with his family. The very people who loved Ironhide with all their heart, whom considered him to be part of the family. And when he had told Sarah what had happened she didn't believe him at first but once she realized that it was indeed true she broke down. He felt lower then the dirt on the bottom of his boot.

He very seldom showed his emotions. However, that was about to change as he now had to do the hardest part: telling Annabelle. His heart lurched at the thought of seeing her expression. And his stomach churned. She loved that old bot. Now, she was going to find out that Ironhide had died.

He didn't want to put Annabelle through the pain of knowing that someone she had cared for deeply, the one she had considered a 'big brother' was taken away from her and that he would never come back.

Now he knew what a doctor feels like when they have to tell the family members that their loved ones hadn't made it. It was a very shitty job as far as he was concerned. The feeling of relief hit him hard, at least it wasn't an officer coming back and telling them that it was both himself and Ironhide who lost their lives.

Taking a deep breath, he answered; "He...he didn't make it baby."

Her eyes widened as the painful truth crashed down on her like a tsunami. They brimmed with tears before spilling over her cheeks. She leaned into her father, her voice broken as she spoke into his chest.

"No!" She cried. "He can't be gone daddy! He can't be." She looked up at him. "You can do anything daddy! Bring Ironhide back!"

His own eyes blurred with warm tears threatening to fall; "I-I can't sweetheart. I wish I could, but I can't." He replied brokenly. Her crying turned into sobs of heart-breaking agony as she wrapped her arms securely around his midsection.

Lennox held his daughter close. He spoke no words as he caressed her curly blonde hair, swaying back in forth in a calm manner.

"Please, come back Ironhide. Please come back. Mommy needs you. Daddy needs you..." Annabelle's voice was muffled by the jacket, her voice became somewhat clearer as she whispered; "I need you..."