A/N: T.T why isn't there more reviews...Wah! Spazzness is getting to me. There are a lot of people adding my story to their alerts and favorites. but no reviews? What is the meaning of this? Art thou lazy enough to review? Sorry, I'm stressing a lot this week :P Anywho, the point is...more bad-ass reviews guys! I wanna know what you guys think! C;

Karxenia- Bold words w/ Italicizations

Carter- Italicized words

In Carter's mind*

Onwards with the story!

Long Desires

As much as I wanted to enter another, nerve-wrecking Decepticon war that fuels my desire to fight, I was not in the right condition and situation to endure that right now. But there was no way to escape it. The Decepticon rage was like a black hole eating you alive and there's no object whatsoever to hold on to to keep you away from its pits of darkness.

'Calm down, Carter, there is nothing to worry about,' Karxenia had once again entered my cervics.

'What do you mean 'nothing' to worry about! We may have to suffer through ANOTHER Decepticon war!' I shot back.

'You said it yourself, Decepticon wars fuel your desire to fight. Carter, you are an Autocepticon, you are born to fight your foes! Do not be a coward! For Karxenia is stained into your robotic soul and she is NOT afraid!' Karxenia nearly shrieked in anger in my head.

'Okay, I do like to fight Decepticons, but my friends could get hurt or killed! Have you ever thought of that?' I objected, Karxenia just giving a venomous chuckle.

'Your Decepticon soul doesn't need company from anyone. You might as well waltz around Cybertron with pride and independence,' She blandly said to me.

'That's you.. NOT me.'

'But Carter, my dear, we are the same person and that will never change. I am the reason you're even still alive, you porcelain human,' Karxenia stiffly responded to me.

'Now, you're flat-out pissing me off. Leave me the fuck alone,' I retorted in fume.

'Fine, but you cannot control your anger and inner robot that long. Sooner or later you are going to have to let me through,' She warned me, effectively fleeing my mind.

"Sam, what now?" I asked him, trying to ignore the gory image of a war loose again then breaking his and Mikaela's conversation.

"Mikaela will hold onto this-" He held up the plastic container, "-and keep it safe from any 'Con!"

I blankly stared at them. "That's all?"

"Yeah, that way, you and Sam could start off fresh in college," Mikaela laughed, hooking her arm with mine.

"Still, what if-" I started, but Mikaela set a finger on my lips.

"No objecting, young lady! You and Sam are going to enjoy college! NOT another raging war!" She scolded me, letting me go and setting her hands on her hips.

"B-but, but-!" I stuttered and she held a hand up.

"No more butts, but the one below your back!" Mikaela smirked at me and Sam.

"Fine!" Sam did a cut it off motion with his hand. I gleamed at him, all of us laughing.

We chatted for a couple minutes until Judy and Ron came out, having a hissy fit at eachother. I looked at Sam unsure and he just shook his his head in disbelief. Ron made his way towards us and clapped his hands together then adding friction by rubbing them up and down.

"Time to go, you two college compadres," He declared setting his arms over mine and Sam's shoulders.

Me and him nodded, utter sadness of letting go beating our hearts over and over again. Warily, I stepped foward and gave Mikaela a memorable hug. She hugged me back, leaning towards my ear.

"Don't worry, Bee and you will be okay," She whispered with pure sympathy.

I threw her my keys to the mustang a signal to drive it down to tow it down to her garage for safety purposes. "Keep her safe?"

"I'll have my dad tow it down to the shop tomorrow."

I bit my lip, backing away and heading to Ron and Judy's car to let Sam and her have their moment. I set my luggage in their trunk, grateful to see my stuff already packed and away from the disfigured house and shut it tightly. Warmly glancing back at the torn down house and the direction of where Bee's beach house was, I gave one last smile of the memories I had endured the last couple years.

"Eeep! I think Sam's about to say the L word!" Judy squealed.

Just as she had her hopes up, Ron interjected. "C'mon, kiddo!"

"Ugh, nice timing dad," Judy sarcastically drawled.

My eyes fell upon Sam and Mikaela who were having a romatic kiss. I settled my jaws, a reminder of Bee somehow clenching my heart.

What the hell?

"Wait! Carter come here," Sam urged me to go back and one of their hands was stacked together in the middle like what a team would do before a game.

Chuckling, I set my hands on top of the other two as we counted off together.

"1, 2, 3! Team Autobot!" We chanted as loud as we can and raised our hands high into the air. Cheering, we hugged eachother in a group formation one last time until our next reunion.

Me and Sam turned around and reluctantly got into the car. We waved at Mikaela as we drove past her.

It was a 45 minute long drive from the hectic traffic crowding the highways until we finally hit airport canyon. All of what we've built up here at home now in the past. This moment was the time to figure out what the future and the fates have in store for us.

"This is it..." I gulped, holding onto Sam's hand as our flight was called.

"Yep...we're officially college kids..." Sam responded nervously.

Judy and Ron's flight to Paris had been called and it was very...VERY emotionful for Judy. Ron could care less, but deep within his orbs I could sense he was too upset for leaving us like this. Now, we were on our own now.

I picked up some of my hand-carries and walked down the gates and terminals. Taking a deep breath, we entered the plane.

Mostly like, we entered the real deal.

Finally finding our seats, we didn't get first class so what? I just want to see college! I sat back at the seat, buckling my seatbelt and closing my eyes as the plane flew farther and farther away from the ground and my old life.

...

Midway through the flight I felt a kick behind my seat. My eyes snapped open in annoyance, a growl emitting from my mouth. I unbuckled my seatbelt and looked over my seat to see a say...11ish boy having a fun time with my seat.

"Sweetie, could you please stop?" I asked as politely as I could withstand without losing my cool.

"Make me!" He retorted, kicking it even harder.

I grimaced at the impact of my back, narrowing my eyes at the boy. "Please...stop."

"No!" He now had drew a water bottle out and water squirted out of a hole in the cap at me.

"Ugh! Seriously! You lit-"

"Carter!" Sam scolded me, gesturing me to sit down.

"But he started it!"

"She started it!" The boy interrupted.

"How did I start it?" I pointed at myself, anger flaring in my eyes at the boy.

"If you didn't sit there I wouldn't have kicked your seat in the first place!" He pointed out.

"Well, little boy! If you hadn't sat there in the first place you wouldn't have kicked me and I wouldn't have had to deal with an arrogant brat!" I reminded him whiningly.

"Well if you didn't sit there, I wouldn't have kicked you that way you don't have to yell at me making it so that we wouldn't be in this conversation right now of me telling you that you started it when you actually did!" He explained, rather to thoroughly enough to me.

"You wanna go? If your parents never brought the ticket your wouldn't be here by now effectively bringing us to the present that if you didn't sit there, you wouldn't have had the urge to kick me, not making me have to argue with you so that you didn't squirt the water bottle at me, then my friend screaming at us like babies so we didn't have to have this argument of who started because aha, I think you started it!" I answered in his same smarty explanation.

"Well if you two didn't get the same plane tickets then you wouldn't have had the probability of sitting near eachother, making him not hit you Carter that takes away the argument of you two and the water bottle squirting so that I didn't have to yell at you guys right now, explaining whose fault it is because it's both your fault letting me show you whose fault it is because right now, you both proved it's both your faults and now this is me showing off whose fault it is now!" Sam added with victory.

"That...didn't make any sense Sam..." I shook my head with the little boy in disappointment.

"It sounded cool okay?" He admitted at us.

"Look kid, twenty?" I pulled out a twenty dollar bill and waved it front of him.

"Fifty," He changed the words immediately.

"What? Why?"

"I think that flight attendant is checking me out and I need money for dinner," He winked over my shoulder.

My head turned and fell upon a blonde attendant who was wagging her fingers at the boy. I grimaced in disgust, pulling out a couple dollars to make fifty and shoving them at him. "There, now we never speak of this again?"

"It would be my honor and thanks...toots," He gave me a nod before sitting down.

I rolled my eyes and sighed in relief, finally settling into my seat. Ah...pure euphoria.

"Done?" Sam raised an eyebrow at me and I cried out in amazement.

"Finally!"

"I wouldn't be surprised everywhere we go with you, there's always something weird that happens," He acted like it was nothing but chopped liver.

"Ugh, not!" I disagreed, slapping him on the arm.

"Ugh, yah!" He mimicked my girlish voice.

"Stop that!"

"Stop that!" He added facial expressions now.

"Sam! Stop it!" I shrilled.

He was about to repeat the last actions when I glared at him. He knew death was on its way if he did one more stupid act towards me. But hey, that's what best friends are for er, adopted brothers and sisters.

Just when I thought all was peace, a man fell onto my shoulder, snoring like a lag. I groaned, pushing him off to the other side. We were in the middle sections of the seat, meaning it wasn't just me and Sam.

I sighed heavily.

This was going to be a long flight.

Bee's POV

"I don't see the point of going to a resturant if we don't even eat," I reminded them as we walked down the parking lot into the dining place. Me, Ironhide, and Ratchet were dressed quite nicely and casually in our holoforms and Ironhide decided we had a 'guys night out'? Whatever that was, it spoke trouble.

"Well, you seemed tense and the Decepticons are on the loose too! Prime said we have only this night to relax and lay back!" Ironhide explained to me, asking the waitress for a table.

The waitress smirked at me seductively, but that made bile rise up my throat. I only wanted desired looks like that from my girl.

Carter.

"That female was giving me an odd look," Ratchet confusingly said to me and Ironhide quietly.

"Nawh, she was looking at me 'cause-" Ironhide slicked his ebony hair back dramatically, "-I'm the good-looking one."

Me and Ratchet gaped at him as if he had one eye and two noses. Ratchet groaned, stuffing his face in his hand. "Primus...this is to much."

"You know, why don't we go home, I forgot to...feed the...dog!" I lied quickly, turning on my heel to head towards the entrance. A grip grabbed the collar of my polo and I jerked back, Ironhide giving me a nasty glare.

"You have a dog!" Ratchet blurted out surprisingly in the background.

"He doesn't, Ratchet!" Ironhide informed him, everthing clearing up for the medical robot. "You're going to have fun, even if it kills you."

"But...curiosity killed the cat, even if we really aren't curious right now," I laughed nervously as Ironhide's well-built figure towered over me.

"Boys, your table is waiting," The waitress cut in. We fixed our postures and positions and smiled warmly at the woman. "Far corner to the right."

"Oh..thank you," I commented, following the other two mechs. We found our table, the other two across me as I fiddled with my menu. I sighed, staring out of the window beside me.

"We're going to miss them too, ya' know?" Ironhide broke my silence, along with Ratchet giving a meaninful look at me.

"Especially, Carter," Ratchet concluded, pointing at me.

"Yeah...especially her..." I prompted, glancing out of the window once again.

"Hey, who wants to play a game?" Ironhide decided to brighten things up with a little goof time.

"Oh, Primus..." Ratchet whispered, turning away and cupping his chin.

This was going to be a long couple months.

A/N: This was just them free chapters I wanted to write. You guys think I should write what happened to the mechs the rest of the night seperate from the story? Or just skip over? Lemme' know what you guys think!

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