Title: Mind Games

Rating: T

Warnings: mild violence

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As the two fractions raged their war near the Decepticons latest target -an oil factory of course- but to the tyrant Megatron's luck they were wining, but just buy an edge. That edge was his new crew led by Silver. The Autobot's hadn't counted on them and weren't prepared. Despite the Decepticons advantage both sides were doing all they could to keep their positions on the battleground. The favor was still to the Decepticons side but not by much.

It hadn't long rain, no not rained down poored buckets. The ground below their feet was soggy beyond beleaf decreasing any traction they might had have if it had not of rained. The sky above was a gray blanket, the air was cold as the wind blew between the trees and across the socked earth.

"Majors watch Soundwave's back!" barked Quick Silver not to far from the side of Megatron

Snapping back around from slamming one of the Autobot's head into the ground Major's surveyed the sceen with the utmost quick precision before finding indigo casset deck. Jumping up using her thrusters in her legs and stopped abruntly right in the path a certain red plane. Powerglide. He didn't even see her coming right at him until she was right on top of him as he headed straight for the Decepticon comm. officer.

Killing his turbines "What the?!" Powerglide protested transforming mid motion

A evil red and black liped smirk crossing her light silver faceplate, Quick Silver watched from the corner of her red optics as a red turbo jet dropped to the ground, like a rock, in a smoldered heap.

Megatron took his optics off his 'work' for a few clicks to find his s-in-c. He was suppose to being feeling his part of the battle plane they'd worked so diligently on the days before.

He growled spotting the Eagle "Starscream quit playing with the mini-bots and assist Astrotrain with the energon!" bellowing

While Megatron was throwing out orders he didn't see the red figure heading toward him, but someone else did. He turned just in time to see him, pulling back his arm he didn't have a chance when a dark silver blur flew in front of him. The assailent went flying just seconds later from a poweriful blow to the abdomen. Finally coming to a stop a few feet away Optimus Prime looked up to meet Quick Silvers gaze.

Getting up and kneeling on one knee "Who are you?" not leaving her gaze

"Commander Quick Silver of the femme con team," getting into a ready stance

Prime looked over the femme in front him. He could tell she wasn't like most femme's he'd met in the past, she was a 'Con after all. She was powerfully built but who ever her creators or designors were they rememeber to keep that femme curve to her. But most of all he could tell she turned into a tank with her heavy built frame and her total of four cannons, two on her back and two that were currently on the back of her shoulders. She still retained her Cybertronian style.

"Megatron leave Prime to me! Go handle the energon while opportunity is knocking!" looking over her shoulder to Megatron

"You known Primes my adversary!" firing a shot at one of the Ariel bots

"And I care? The mission is more important!"

Megatron clenched his dental plates. He really hated when logic over ruled self-ambitions let alone that she was right. Taking one last shot at the Ariel bot he left Quick Silver to deal with the Autobot leader, if reluctantly.

Prime just had time to react when Quick Silver fired at him. Quickly getting to his feet he jumped just fast enough to only catch the after shock of the powerful blasts. Getting a face full of wet dirt as he slide across the earth slingging muddy water and dirt clumps everywhere. Times like this was when he was glad to have a battle mask. Suddenly Prime sensors went off telling him that someone was coming up behind him. He rolled over just in time to avoid Quick Silvers next attack that would have surrely done some damage.

"So you're the femme Elita-1 talked about," stated Prime taking a swing at Silver's head

Giving one of her half cocked grins "Most likely" returning the blows

The two stopped talking long enough to take their melee attack to another level. Silver gained a huge burst of speed, stamina, and rammed Prime, luckily for him he saw it coming and prepared himself digging the souls of his muddy boots into the ground. Prime grabbed a hold of her shoulders; mustering all his strength quickly he picked her up making her feet come up off the ground. Before Silver realized what had happened she found her back planted into the ground with a thud and the Autobot leader looking down at her a few feet away panting.

Silver picked up her feet faster than Prime could predict and rammed her heels into his red and gray torso pushing him away giving her the minutes she needed to regain herself. Finding Prime quickly again seating on his aft a few yards away stunned slightly.

Near by some of Autobot's and Decepticons alike were watching the two commanders go at it. They realized without much thought that this fight could go just about anyway.

With a sudden gasp Prime found himself rolling away from one of the dark silver tanks attacks just avaiding her.

"Your giving me the same impression Megatron did when I first met him" Blocking a swing of one of Prime's powerful feet

"Oh and what would that be?" trading a punch

"Promise not to tell" grinning as she rammed the base of her foot into Primes abdomen once more with pure force. Skidding a few feet away the oxygen knocked out of his air intakes "I guess" he wheezed out from the lack of air in any form.

Quick Silver walked up to the dazed commander and pushed him back with her mud covered slim boots firmly pressing down on his cracked glass chest to make sure he wouldn't get up anytime soon. Light grin still on her light faceplate she leaned down so her face was just inches away from the Autobot leaders masked face and his light blue optics.

Whispering "Pathetic" chuckling

Narrowing his now darker shade of blue optics Optimus Prime looked her straight in her crimson optics that were uncannily mimicked Megatron's. Clenching his dental plates in pure anger he took hold of her leg, right around her ankle and twisted it toward his left. Gasping in surprise as she losted her balance finding her self falling backwards, arms whirl-winding. Hitting the muddy ground with a hard thud she found her self looking up at the gray sky.

Just dazed but not enough she rolled over and jumped to her feet. Now both were ready for what the other had in store. Prime did a quick scan of his surroundings but not taking Quick Silver out of his point-o- view.

"But you know Prime" taking a step forward

Slightist bit of frustration and anger in his voice "What?"

"I found out later that Megatron wasn't as . . . pathetic as I first thought, he gained my respect in the end. Can you do the same? My respect for a worthy opponent might prove a valuable aspect to you in the future."

Prime raised an optic ridge at the dark silver femme. He found that she was hard to decipher indeeded. He know all to well that femmes like the one before him only loyalty was to the Decepticons and would always stay that way but her last comment threw him off. It had to be a femme thing.

"What kind of femme are you?" more to himself than to Silver

"My own!" answering

Before Prime could reply his oldest archenemy voice roared over the sounds for the battlefield "Decepticons were done here! Return to base!"

The warring commanders didn't falter nor did they make a move. Finally Quick Silver stood straight and put her hand on her hip. Activating her engines in her legs, just like a true Decepticon.

"Appreciated the chat, see you later Prime" waving and giving a grin

Prime stood up straight and watched the Decepticons disappear over the large clouds. Yes very strange indeed. A few minutes later, sure the 'Cons were gone of course, Prime turned back over the area surveying for his Autobot's. Scanning over the field quickly he noticed most of his men were damaged but known appeared on the verge of going permanently off-line.

Jazz walked up beside him with a slight limp and handed the leader his mammoth cannon "What you an' 'at femme talkin' 'bout, Prime?"

He looked down at the Porsche with a blank look on his face as he took his cannon and sub-spaced it "Honestly I have no idea." shrugging "How are you doing Jazz?" noticing the slight dislinenment in his leg

Jazzed looked down, sheepish look on his synthetic lips "Nothin' critical but I think I dislodged my knee or somethin'." lifting his right leg a little

"Prime I need your help with transportation!" called the irritated sounding Ratchet from across the feild

Turning back to look at Jazz "Can you handle getting to base Jazz?" putting his hand on the Porches shoulder gently as to not make him lose his balance

Giving a nod "Yes sir"

Prime didn't say anything he just nodded then turned and ran over beside the medic and transformed. Jazz looked over the field with critical eyes running everything about today's battle through his processor. He wasn't a taction like Prowl but Jazz was skilled enough to tell everything about this battle was . . . off. Nothing about this battle was normal Decepticon style, by no means there was a sense of freshness to it.

Putting a hand on his chin in thought "It's 'em femme's . . ." Taking a step back shifting his leg again a crocked grin crossed his face "Guess I'll be gettin' a lesson from ol' 'Tran late'a today." shaking his head and turning around

"Autobot's, lets roll out!" he heard Prime call out

"Things are goin' ta be gettin' intestin' . . . not every day ya see female 'Cons." transforming slightly slower than usual and driving off

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A/N:

At last the long awaited sequal to 'The Silver Lining'! How'd you like?! By no means I'm not happy with the way the later eleven some -and this chapter- chapters of this story has come out. But if you -the reader- likes, I'll keep to it. I wouldn't mind feedback on what you'd like to see and whatknot to help me with this particurally on later chapters.

Anyhoo, please leave a kind worded reviews and all that, I can take things way to personal sometimes -sigh-

Disclaimer:

Transformers and related char(s) belong to HasTak and associated co.

Except Femme Con Team, the plot, and any others/things I may have failed to mention belong to me.

Names and characters are entirely coincidental