"I wonder how long it's going to take to rebuild Cybertron with just us," said Arcee.

"There's got to be more Cybertronians out there. We're not the only ones out here," the femme wrecker said. Optimus looked at the others.

"First things first Autobots. We need shelter and energon." The others looked at him.

"None of the buildings would probably be stable enough to live in. Unless we build something from the wreckage."

"We don't have that much time Ratchet," said Bulkhead.

"What about the underground labs?" The others turned to look at the white wrecker.

"I watched one of those things being built. They're usually surrounded by strong titanium supports and barriers to keep them from collapsing in on themselves. And I think I know where we are so I could probably find one easy."

"We're in the sector that Tyger Pax was built." Wheeljack chuckled.

"Home sweet home."

"You lived in Tyger Pax too?" asked Arcee. Wheeljack looked at her and smiled nodding. Everyone looked back at the fire. Atlas whined and Optimus bounced him in his arms softly.

"Sh sh sweetspark," Optimus cooed to him softly. Ratchet looked at him and pulled out an energon bottle.

"Here. He needs to be fed." Optimus took the bottle from him and fed the newborn.

-The Next Day-

Wheeljack pulled back a panel.

"Bingo."

"You found one?"

"Yep." Wheeljack tampered with a few wires and the doors opened.

"The scientists had always put passwords. I'll fix that later." He walked in and pulled off a panel from the wall.

"Give me a second to turn on the lights." The white wrecker fiddled with a few wires and lights lit up the hallway down to the lab then he put the panel back and walked down.

"Everything is still together. Come down here guys!" Wheeljack turned on more lights.

"Well this is the main room. There's a lot of storage areas." The others followed down the stairs.

"The walls of this are surprisingly stable," said Ratchet.

"Well would you want a cave in doc?" Wheeljack looked over at him from looking through the stacks of data pads. The others looked around. Arcee looked at Wheeljack.

"What lab is this?" Wheeljack looked at a few more data pads.

"The one my creators worked in... Well, my mom at least." Wheeljack put the data pads back.

"Let's see...If my memory serves me right then this hallway here leads to the private quarters for full time scientists." Wheeljack pointed to the door on the back wall. Optimus looked around. Ratchet walked to the door and it slid open.

"Huh." The lights turned on. Wheeljack looked over.

"I guess the power is starting to work again since there's now energon flowing again." Optimus looked around.

"Autobots split up and look around." They scattered.

-Later-

"Optimus come and look at this." The Prime walked over to Bulkhead.

"What is it?"

"Someone has been in here! It looks recent too. There's a small cube of energon on the floor." Optimus looked inside.

"They could be hostile. We needs to get the younglings together in one room." Optimus turned to Ratchet who was a few feet away.

"Ratchet get all the younglings and take them to the main room. There may be someone in here and if they are hostile the younglings need to be protected."

"Yes Optimus." Ratchet hurried away.

"Bulkhead keep looking." Optimus walked further down the hallway. There was an open door and someone walked in. It was a mech with a facemask on, light grey fins on his helm, white armor with green and red details, dark blue optics, and what looked like goggles on the top of his helm. A smaller mech with black, red, and blue armor, blue optics, and fins on his helm, appeared behind the older mech.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" asked the older mech. Optimus blinked a bit.

"I should be asking you the same question." The mech grabbed the smaller mech and held him close.

"I'm Wild Flame and this is my son Sparks. Now answer my question!"

"I'm Optimus Prime." The young mech's optics widened.

"I-I'm sorry sir...it's just the last time someone found their way in here they tried to take Sparks from me."

"It's alright. Are you by any chance related to a mech named Wheeljack?" Wild Flame gasped.

"That's my son! Do you know him? H-Have you seen him anywhere?! Is he dead..?" Optimus smiled a little.

"Yes I know him. He is a part of my team of Autobots."

"C-Can I see him?" Optimus nodded and started walking back. Wild Flame followed him to the main room.

"Ratchet?" The medic looked up from rocking Atlas.

"What is it Optimus?"

"The sparklings are not in any danger. The Cybertronian living here is not dangerous."

"You found them?"

"Yes." Wild Flame stepped out from behind Optimus'. Wheeljack looked up and his optics widened.

"Mom!" Wheeljack stood up and ran over to him. Wild Flame put down Sparks as Wheeljack pulled him into a hug.

"I can't believe you're still alive! I thought you died when the Cons bombed Tyger Pax! Your name was on the list of the dead."

"I was down here. Safe."

"I'm glad you're safe." Wheeljack hugged the elder tighter.

"I missed you mom..."

"I missed you too 'Jack."

-later-

"How did you survive on Cybertron without energon?" asked Wheeljack.

"We had emergency supplies everywhere in here and it was just me and Sparks so I made it last," the scientist replied, picking up Sparks and sitting him in his lap.

"And where did he come from?"

"I gave birth to him a few months after the bombing." Sparks played with Wild Flame's fin. Wheeljack stared at Sparks.

"Is he dad's or someone else's?" Wild Flame chuckled a bit.

"Your father's...Though he's never met him."

"And why is that?"

"Your father's dead."

"Oh." Wild Flame held Sparks.

"Can he talk?" asked Wheeljack, referring to his younger sibling.

"No, he's mute. I had complications and he was born without a voice box. I tried making one for him but nothing has worked so far. He communicates though sign language." Wild Flame put Sparks back down and patted his helm.

"Go find something to do. Ok?" The little mech nodded and ran off. Ratchet walked in.

"Wild Flame I would like to ask you a few questions."

"Shoot doc."

"Don't call me doc."

"Sorry, force of habit. I always called our medic doc." Wild Flame shrugged. Wheeljack laughed. Ratchet grumbled, "I see the resemblance between the two of them."

-Next Day-

Optimus stood with Elita on the surface. The mech had his youngest in his arms.

"The Cons are still out there. We need to make peace with them. With their larger numbers it would help in the reconstruction." Elita looked at Optimus.

"If we could end the war then it would be a miracle."

"Yes. But first things first, we need to find Megatron."