Summery:

What would happen if the Autobots due to an accident ended up disappearing for several years? What would look like upon their return? What would the 'Cons have done in that time? How would Miko, Jack, and Raf deal with their guardians and friends disappearance? Their reappearance? So many questions. If you want answers, read. Rated T for potential language. May have pairings.

Earth: Nevada: Year 2025

How long had it been? She didn't know. But she was starting to get really tired of it. The constant fighting, the endless hours or recovery, the pain of old memories coming back to haunt her. She knew that this needed to end. Soon. She was starting to wear out. Jack and Raf were as well. She knew. They didn't have to say it, but she could see it. Jack was a good leader. But with so much riding on him he had already started going gray. Raf could easily be mistaken for Doctor Who with the amount of tinkering he does. Primus only knows what he did in his lab, but the results were new weapons and information of the 'Cons.

Stretching, Miko rolled out of bed. If she was lucky she would be able to have a nice relaxing day. She smiled at the thought. Whatever happened to the reckless, run first, think about the consequences later girl? A memory surfaced. She cringed. Oh ya. That happened.

The bathroom was small. Heck her whole room was small, but she was glad she at least had a room to herself. Being a top officer in the Autobot Resistance did have its perks. She brushed out her hair. It was longer now then it had been then, but she had kept the dyed tips and streaks. It was part of what made her, well her. And she'd face Megatron himself before she changed it. Though, she had opted for purple this time instead of pink. Deciding to allow the nostalgia to take hold, she pulled her part of her hair up into twin pigtails, the rest hung down her back. She gathered it and tied it off with a green hair tie.

She shrugged out of her sleep clothes – a basic t-shirt and shorts – into what everyone considered her battle uniform – purple tank top with a blue stripe across the chest and dark purple hems, dark blue jeans (that for one reason or another were missing 2/3 of the left leg), tan belt, thigh high purple/lt. purple striped socks, blue arm warmers, and a pair of worn black boots. Jack would most likely scold her for wearing it, again, but she knew he wouldn't make her change it. They had known each other for far too long.

Exiting her room she made a beeline for the canteen. She was hungry and they had decent food. She nodded, waved and smiled to those she met on the way. It was nice to know that so many had joined their cause. The Decepticons didn't exactly leave them with much of a choice. They world was in constant turmoil. The 'Cons thought that they ruled the world, well she'd show them. They won't keep her from saving her home. Nope. And they'd pay. Oh, would they pay.

Having reached her destination, she forced herself to relax and plastered a fake smile on. No use worrying the others. She grabbed a simple breakfast, no longer that hungry. Sitting down at one of the least crowded tables, she began to eat. Nothing tasted right. It never did when the past tried to pull her back into it. Sighing she set down her spoon. Why couldn't she just let go?

Sirens blared to life and red warning lights flashed. The based switched to battle ready with such efficiency and ease that any military general would have given up an arm to know how they did it. Miko had left her food and ran through the base to the main room, large space that had once been the lair of the ever cranky, ever watchful Ratchet. Now it was a hive of human military action.

Jack, dressed in a deep blue military style cargo pants, black boots, and black long sleeve shirt with the Autobot insignia stitched onto the left sleeve, was giving out orders. Many of her fellow resistance fighters were going about their jobs with great proficiency, given that many of these people had trained themselves, climbing ladders and racing across catwalks. Jack was staring at the main screen – a left over from when the Autobots had inhabited Autobot Outpost Omega One. They just referred to it as Omega One now-a-days.

She climbed up to the command level. Not stopping until she was next to Jack. His bangs were swept off to the side as always, but their white strands clashed and complimented his normal blue/black. She noted Raf coming up on Jack's other side, a clipboard in his hands. He must have been testing something, she thought before looking back at the screen. The entire base referred to him as Dr. Who, his attire didn't help. A dress jacket, shirt, pants, and shoes – all in various shades of brown – seemed to be his choice now-a-days. It didn't help that he also had decided that 'bowties were cool' and had taken to them too. His hair hadn't changed much over the years, still unkempt in a neat sort of way.

"So. What do we got? Another 'Con attack?" She tried to keep her voice light, but years of fighting and war had put a serious edge into all her words.

"I don't know. The signal is defiantly Cybertronian in origin, but it's not the 'Cons that I can make out." Jack's voice was serious – it always was – but confusion and frustration weaved into his statement.

"From just the cursory data the signal is very similar to the ground bridge's energy signature." Raf's voice cut through her wondering thoughts. Ground bridge? She hadn't heard that term in years. Did that mean? No. She wouldn't let her hopes take root. It would only hurt her in the end.

"What do we do? Send out a team?" It sounded reasonable to her. Then again, sending out a team was always sounded reasonable to her. Jack shook his head.

"Yes. We need more information. The scans aren't getting as much as I'd like. Raf, see what you can't come up with from here. The scout team will need the help. Miko, take a small team out. But remember do not engage unless absolutely necessary." With a quick salute from her she ran off shouting out names as she made her way to the ground floor.

"White, Lopez, Lennox, Jones, with me!" She ran off in the direction of the weapons room, her team following not far behind. The room was spacious, having been one of the larger store rooms. Various tech, from human to Cybertronian inspired, cluttered the shelved walls and the racks that lined the middle of the room, like bookcases of destruction. She reached hers in no time – a large staff with a three foot metal mace-like ball on one end. For a metallic weapon it was light. Raf had said that the spiked sphere was hollow but the impact dents it made in the Decepticon's armor had her thinking otherwise.

Griping the staff end firmly in her hand, the weapon powered up. A dark green glow, so very reminiscent of a certain Autobot's armor, lit the area around her. Each spike discharging faint traces of electricity. If any 'Con was caught in her path when she was called to fight, well, they usually had many traces of their encounter.

The other four humans had grabbed their preferred weapons and were standing ready. She gave a quick glance at her team. White and Lopez had their usual – high tech guns that were disguised as a skateboard and scooter respectively, Jones had his suit with built in guns and pulsars (Raf was going through an Ironman phase when he was building it), and little Lennox, the only other girl, had some of the biggest guns Miko had ever seen in the hands of a human, and the blond knew how to use them.

Motioning them to follow the deactivated her mace and walked to the vehicles stationed near the exit tunnel. Picking out the most accessible, in and out, as well as shielded, they were off. Tearing across the Nevada desert, leaving the base and back-up behind. The made it quickly to the coordinates Raf had transmitted to them via a communications watch-like device that each wore on their wrists. They pulled up a few hundred feet from the exact location, just in case it actually was the Decepticons. After hiding the vehicle in a decent sized cave-like rock structure the proceeded as quietly as they could to a cliff over hanging a valley where the source of the signal was detected.

"I will say it one more time Bulkhead, I did nothing wrong." The stressed words had her cringing, thinking a wrench or some other tool would be thrown in her direction. But that can't be right. They had dissapreared roughly 13 years ago. That couldn't have been Ratchet's voice.

"Well then what do you think happened? You are the one in charge of the ground bridge are you not?" Smokescreen?

Miko glanced back at her companions motioning them to get ready. It had to be a 'Con trap. There was no other explanation. She crept ever closer to the edge. Her breath caught in her through. It was them. They were right there in front of them. But how? They disappeared in a ground bridge accident all those years ago. How could they be standing there talking, arguing as if nothing happened?

So wrapped up in her thoughts she didn't feel the ledge beneath her give until she was already far below it. Having fought off Decepticon Seekers before she twisted and braced for impact, rotating her mace to try and catch some place on the rock face next to her in a last ditch effort to slow herself down. She hit the ground, vaguely aware of the voices shouting behind her and the optics watching her descent. Her flight was short lived as something gently crashed around her, knocking the wind out of her lungs momentarily.

She shook her head, gripped her mace and looked up at what, or rather who, had saved her.

"Bulky?"

AHAHAHAHA! It is done! My first attempt at a TF: Prime fic. I know. I really shouldn't start another fic, but I saw a picture on deviant art and couldn't help myself! I was like 'this needs a fic!' and here I am. So ya. A cliffie. I don't like them, but this chapter just screamed to be left on one. *smiles evilly*

Reviews welcome! XD

Pic link: leavatein12. /art/ Miko-Miko- 259678126 (just take out the spaces)