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Mission: Accomplished

Unicron had been completely destroyed, Galvatron lost in a "freak" interstellar accident halfway across the galaxy, and the few remaining Decepticons had hidden themselves in the wreckage of Charr. The Third Great War was finally over, and peace had come to Cybertron at last. Optimus Prime looked over his healing world and felt a sense of completion.

"Most of the wreckage has been cleared out, and the major structures rebuilt. All of the communications systems are back up, and we'll have the major transportation lines up in half a stellar cycle." Hot Rod fidgeted. Prime's presence had never made him feel uncomfortable before, but he hadn't been a Prime then... He hadn't taken pleasure in his job, but he had tried to do his best. He was more than happy to return the Matrix to his predecessor. But now, with Optimus Prime himself looking over his accomplishments, he felt almost embarrassed by his indifference.

"Everybody's been working hard to get this place back into shape. Cybertron almost looks almost like some place you'd actually want to be, huh? Not that you couldn't tell. I mean, since it's been a while since you've seen it since..." Hot Rod trailed off awkwardly and focused on some imaginary point in the distance.

"Since I died, you mean." Prime could barely hide the amusement in his voice as his companion spluttered.

"Uhh, well, yes. I mean, er-"

"Relax man, can't ya tell Prime's kiddin?" Jazz appeared on the balcony from seemingly nowhere, grinning. Hot Rod sighed, slightly miffed.

"Anyway," the saboteur slid into position next to his commander, "I've got some great news."

"We seem to have nothing but lately." Optimus smiled beneath his faceplate. Hot Rod snorted.

"And now we're jinxed," his companions brightened even more.

"So, what's the news? Did Charr implode?" he stared blandly at Jazz. The mech shrugged.

"Naw, nothin like that, not that I wouldn't mind." Prime shook his head.

"So, what did happen?"

"Our best agent has successfully completed the longest and most intense undercover mission ever assigned to a soldier." They could feel the pride radiating off him.

"He successfully infiltrated the Decepticons' highest ranks early in the war, and single-handedly caused more damage, and sabotaged more of Old Megs' plans than the rest of the rest of us put together." With a strangely satisfied pause, he continued, "He's the one who sent the last of Galvarton's fleet inta that black hole." They stared slack jawed.

"Primus! Are you kidding me?" Hot Rod was livid. "We had someone on the inside the entire time? And he didn't get discovered? What kind of fragging lunatic would actually stay with those pit-spawned psychopaths? How could he even be sane after so long? Slaggit Jazz, what kind of messed-up Black Ops do you run anyway?" Jazz was slowly backing away from the incensed ex-Prime.

"He was... kinda nuts already..." Jazz laughed nervously. He looked to Optimus for support, receiving none. Their leader was far too busy trying to wrap his processor around the idea of an Elite Decepticon on their side.

" Who..? When..?" He wasn't even sure he wanted to know. He couldn't even remember giving the ok for that kind of mission, it must have been so long ago... Trying to salvage his composure, he straightened.

"I-I suppose congratulations are in order..."

"Ah, cool..." Hot Rod's left optic was flickering erratically. "I'd like ta introdu- reintroduce you ta our number one double agent." Jazz motioned to the door, a disturbingly familiar mech stepped out, grinning manically. Prime's processor broke. Hot Rod shrieked.

"Starscream?!"

A/N:

Ok, show of hands, who saw that coming from a mile away? Yeah, well... I blame darkenergon. deviantart. com / art / Autobot-Starscream-81419119 So, um, there!