Thank you so much Transformersprincess, Sirastar, creepy-wolf, and firebird234 for all reviewing! I'm so glad that chapter 1 got good feed-back! Hope you enjoy chapter 2! ... and yes Sentinel is a HUGE aft in this fic... well... he is all the time, so not much change there ;)


"I can't believe that Sentinel took the ship! I told him I'd be back no matter what!" Optimus exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. Elita looked over at Optimus who had been fuming for almost ten minutes now. 'I wonder if he actually knows that there's a solution to this', she thought, watching Optimus pace back and forth.

"It's alright, Optimus. We'll find a way out of this! Afterall, we were in there all night! Maybe he assumed we were-"

"No!" Optimus barked, not letting her finish the sentace, "If he wasn't such an idiotic aft then he would've been smart enough to check for our energy signatures! All of the organics are dead so they wouldn't have masked them like they did with you!" He stopped and continued to pace. Elita sighed, 'So much for calming him down,' she thought. "Some friend he is," Optimus mumbled, still pacing.

"Come one Optimus! Don't be like that. Sentinel may be an aft, but... well there's not much more to say than that. He's just an aft. Anyways, we're still in communication distance from Cybertron right?" Optimus knodded, "Alrighty then, get someone on the line and get them to send a ship, okay?" Elita suggested. She looked to where the ship was supposed to be, then back at Optimus.

"Fine," he grumbled, still fuming. He looked around, then started trudging towards a rock formation. When he found a good place to sit, he plunked his aft down onto it almost breaking it. He patted the rock next to him, motioning for Elita to come join him. She shrugged and walked over to sit down. "So," she said, once she was sitting down, "who do you think we should call?" Optimus looked down at her since she was still shorter than him, even while sitting. He laughed saying, "Most definitely NOT Sentinel."

Elita laughed, looking out at the landscape, wondering when to tell Optimus her feelings about him. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" motioning towards the three gas stars in the sky.

'Not as beautiful as you,' Optimus thought, wanting to say it so badly. "Yes, yes it is," He said, deep in thought about Elita. How should he tell her? When should he tell her, it was just all so confusing. "I'm thinking it should be Jazz that we call," he said, bringing Elita out of her Optimus-filled daze.

"Oh yeah. That would be a good idea," she said looking at the spider web strewn all over the rocks, "but put it on speaker so I can talk too!" She shook the thoughts of her long-time best friend out of her head. Optimus knodded silently, turning on his communications link.

"Optimus to Jazz," he said, holding his audio-receptor.

"This is Jazz! What can I do for yah?"

"Well, I've got Elita-One here with me and we have a little situation," he told him, looking over at Elita.

"Oooooh Elita-One! Finally gunna ask her out?"

Optimus looked away from her, clearly embarrassed. Elita glanced back over to him. Was he... blushing?

"I, uh. Well my call is on speaker, Jazz," the red and blue mech said nervously, wondering what Elita was thinking. There was a slight pause before Jazz answered, "Oh... Well now... Hi Elita!"

She chuckled nervously, "Um. Hi Jazz!"

There was an awkward pause before anyone said anything. Optimus was looking down at his feet, stealing glances at Elita. 'What does she think now? Does she know I like her? Or did she think it was a joke?' Elita-One was looking at the scenery again, but she too, was glancing at Optimus every now and then. When their eyes met, they lingered for just a moment before looking away. Meanwhile, Jazz, on the other side of the comm. line was quite proud of himself. He had known that he was on speaker, he just knew that Optimus wouldn't confess by himself. He was too scared. "So, you guys told me you had a situation?" Jazz said, breaking the silence.

Optimus looked up from his feet, "Oh right, have you heard anything from Sentinel lately?"

"No, why?"

Elita looked up. 'He must not be back on Cybertron yet,' she thought. "Well, you know how me, Optimus and Sentinel went on a little trip?"

There was a pause on the other line. He was obviously searching through his memory banks, 'Yeah, I think I remember yah saying somethin' 'bout that." Optimus waited for a moment before answering Jazz, wondering how he was going to say this without getting in trouble. "We went to Arachnia."

There was another pause.

"Wait, what did yah say? 'Cause I could've sworn that you said you went to Arachnia."

Optimus sighed, "Yeah you heard me right. We heard that there was a Decepticon war-ship crashed here. Elita went for the history, Sentinel went for the 'energony goodness' as he so put it, and I went to make sure they didn't get themselves killed," he stopped, looking over at Elita, who looked fairly depressed. "Hold on an astro-sec, Jazz," he turned the speaker off of the comm. link. "Hey Elita, what's wrong?" Optimus asked sincerely, scooting closer to her. She looked up at him with tears in her optics.

"It's nothing really important *sniffle* . It's just, I almost died in there *sniffle*. I guess I'm just getting the back-lash of the emotions," She looked at the scenery again.

"Aw 'Lita. C'mere," Optimus said, pulling her into a big bear hug. "It's okay 'Lita, everything will be just fine." They sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying eachother's company, when Elita reached up and planted a quick peck on Optimus' cheek. He sat there, dumbfounded. He raised his hand to his face, stopping where she had kissed him.

"Wh-What was that for?" he stuttered, still rubbing his cheek.

She giggled, shutting his jaw and kissing his cheek again, "For saving my life, silly."

He looked down at her, shocked into reality by the second kiss, "well your welcome I guess," he said smiling at her, "We should probably ask Jazz to send a ship now, hmm?" She snuggled into him, "Of course."

Optimus put his hand back on his audio-receptor, "Alright, Jazz. We're back, " he informed Jazz, letting go of Elita. She pouted for a second but was fine with it. They both waited for his response but got instead muffled but loud voices in the back-ground of Jazz's comm. line. "Jazz, are you there?" Optimus asked once more, sounding worried. "Shhh," Jazz whispered, surprising them both.

'What's going on over there?' Optimus wondered, but Elita spoke up, "Jazz! What's happening?"

"It's Sentinel!" he hissed.

Optimus and Elita looked at eachother, "Well this should be good. Psst, Jazz!" Elita whispered, "Put in on speaker so we can both hear!" Jazz did as he was told and his conversation with Sentinel Sprang to life. "One more thing Jazz!" Optimus added.

"WHAT?"

"Sheesh, just don't tell him you're talking with us!"

They heard foot steps coming closer to Jazz.

"Hey, Sentinel! Have a nic trip?" Jazz asked brightly, not sounding suspicious at all. Optimus and Elita heard a scoff in the back-ground.

"No," they heard Sentinel reply flatly, "Wait, how did you know about it?" He asked, most likely narrowing his optics.

"Optimus and Elita told me about it, and why wasn't it good?"

"It's about them... I'm sorry to tell you this, but they went offline."

Optimus, Elita, and Jazz all choked over his words, "They're what? How did this happen?" Jazz inquired, whispering quietly to Optimus and Elita, "You guys aren't dead, are you?"

"We most definitely are not!"

"Good! So what do I say?"

"Nothing," Optimus said, "I want to hear what he has to say."

"Well," Sentinel started, "As you know, us three went on a little journey to... Arachnia," Jazz pretended to look surprised, "But organic planets are off-limits!" Jazz exclaimed, making it sound like he knew nothing and didn't have two supposedly dead bots on the other line.

"Yes, I know. But it was Optimus' idea. He wanted to see the history of a Decepticon war-ship and also the energon. I tried to convince him not to go but I went instead to make sure he didn't get himself killed. Elita came to because she didn't like to leave my side. We were sort of dating, you know?"

"HE SAID WHAT?" Elita-One screamed, almost blowing their cover.

"ME? IT WAS NOT MY IDEA!" Optimus yelled, almost blowing it at the same time.

"Guys! Be quiet! He's obvioulsy lying to make himself look good!" Jazz said, trying to calm them down, "You'll blow your cover!"

"Anyways," Sentinel continued, "We found the war-ship, but it was infested by disgusting organics called arachnids, or spiders. We had a huge brawl with them but it ended up with all of the energon exploding around us. I barely made it out alive. I checked for their energy signatures, but I couldn't find them anywhere!"

"Bull slag!" Optimus whispered, wanting to punch Sentinel in the face so hard.

"Well that's a shame then. Should you go and tell Ultra-Magnus? I'm sure that he would want to plan a funeral service for them both." Jazz told Sentinel, shooing him away.

"What have you got on your processor, Jazz? You're going to let him plan our funeral and just let us live here for the rest of our lives with all these organics?" Elita protested, getting to her feet. When she realised she had no reason for standing up, she sat back down.

"Yeah Jazz, what's going on?" Optimus said, wishing Jazz was actually there standing in front of them. Comm. lines get really annoying really fast.

"I've got an idea, okay? Just calm down. I'll come and get you myself when I get off shift. That's in a couple breems so I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll explain the rest then. Gotta go," and with that, he disconnected the line.


Sentinel walked through the hallway to Ultra-Magnus' office. He had his plan all worked out. He would just tell him everything and the blame would go entirely to Optimus. Sure it would meant leaving Optimus on Arachnia, but it was much better than having to take the blame for Elita's death and get expelled from the acadamy. If he was to become Magnus one day, this had to be done. He reached the door to Magnus' office and knocked.

"Come in."

Sentinel walked into his office and sat down.

"Sentinel, what brings you to my office on your day off?" Ultra Magnus asked, looking up from his data-pad.

Sentinel looked across the desk at Ultra Magnus, "Well Sir, it's about my friends, Optimus and Elita-One."

"Yes, go on." He said, setting the data-pad down and picking up a new one.

"Well, since we had a couple of joors off, we decided to take some of them to visit a new planet. I wanted to visit the Quintessons, but Optimus insisted on going to Arachnia," Sentinel said, trying to make it sound believable. Magnus had a look of concern on his face right away.

"Arachnia is an organic planet. You know that they are off limits. You didn't go, right?" the supreme commander asked, narrowing his optics.

"Well, yes we did. Optimus told me that there had been a 'Con war-ship that crashed there so he wanted to explore the history, but," Sentinel paused, making his best 'I'm innocent and he's not face' .

"'But' what?" Ultra-Magnus asked, still looking concerned.

"He also went for the energon."

"So he shall be charged with high-treason, no more, no less. And what about Elita? You said she came with you?"

"Yes, she did. We go everywhere together. But there's more. When we found the ship, it was infested by arachnid organics, hence the name of the planet. We had to fight our way out of the cave that it was in, but the energon was hit and it cause a chain of explosions. I barley made it out alive," Sentinel said, sounding exausted.

"As for Optimus and Elita?"

Sentinel shook his head solemnly, "I checked for their energy signatures, but there was no trace of them."

Ultra Magnus sat there in silence for a moment, 'Optimus and Elita had so much potential, Optimus of becoming Magnus and Elita most likely femme commander. It's truly a tradgedy' Magnus thought. "Alright then. We must inform both sets of creators, but you can leave that too me," Magnus paused, his face turning into a frown, "I'm truly sorry, Sentinel. I know that they where your friends."

"I understand, Commander sir. But may I ask, does this affect my statis in the Elite-Guard training?" Sentinel asked, trying not to show Magnus that he had lied.

"For now, no. There will be some investigation into the matter, but your statis will most likely stay the same."

Sentinel smiled, "Well I have to get going, thank you for your time, Sir."

YES! finally done! all it took me was all freaking day! hope you enjoyed it! PRETTY PLEASE REVIEW IT MAKES ME HAPPY! and it encourages me to write even more!

-PD