LockedLaptop: Hi, are you guys ready to see what was locked on my laptop? Cause here we go baby, chapter numbero dos!

Bumblebee: Soooooo what do you have in store for me this time?

LL: BB... do you mind if you have a tragic past in this story?

BB: Sure, go ahead!

Prowl: And what will you do to me?

LL: *Opens closet that is full of torture tools and throws in Prowl* Nothing...(smiles evilly)

Sari: LockedLaptop does not own Transformers, if she did then Starscream would have a beautiful face.( not gonna happen)

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Bumblebees' PoV

'How does this remind me of certain doom' I thought to myself as i watch the pompus gas bag of a Prime stroll down from the ship. Following him are his 'loyal' cadets, first came Jazz, a cool smile grasing his face. He looked my way, giving me a playful me, making me roll my optics playfully. Next came the Jet-Twins Jetfire And Jetstorm, both walking with a spring in their step and mischief in their optics. I smirked, thinking that if they were staying they could help me with a few pranks.

I saw Optimus out of the corner of my optics close his own, take a deep breath (even though cybertronians don't need oxygen) and took a step forward to greet Sentinal Pipe-Hole.

The Aft-shaft walks up with a shit eating smirk on his face, ready to make a scathing remark to Optimus.

" Well, Optimus, I'm impressed. I thought I'd be coming back to this mutated rock to find you and your...team... in a pile of rubble, rusting." he snarked. All thoughts of pranks and fun fled from my head at those words, reminding me just why I hate Sentinal. The Aft turned and caught sight of me, stopping him in his tracks. A disgusting sneer came across his big-chinned face, optics narrowing in mirth.

" I see your youngling still hasn't learned to be useful enough to be of any use to your team."

You could practically see the rest of the team tense up, their teeth nashing together. Optimus looked ready to kill Sentinal already. This is RIDICULOUS! He wasn't here for a minute and I already feel like crawling under a rock.

Behind Sentinal the 'Cadets' all winced and gave him an apologetic look. I gave them a small smile, reassuring them that it was okay. Behind me, I felt Prowl move forward, placing a hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. I twisted my head to give him a small smile and he smiled back.

When I turned back, Sentinal had moved on to bossing around the Jet-Twins. I looked over to see Optinus taking more deep breaths and talking to Ratchet. He looked over at me and saw me looking. I gave him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. He just shook his head in amusment and smiled back.

My head snapped back to Sentinal when he came marching back up to us, an annoyed look plastered on his disgusting face.

" Yes, well, we may as well get to the point on why we had to fly across the galaxy to get to this rock." He looked around distainfully while he said this. " Some one of High Importance discovered something urgent, yet top secret, which is probably why he didn't tell us," he whispered the last part with more than a bit of bitterness," and needed to come here immediatly for some unknown reason."

That definatly piked my curiosity to a new level. What could possiblely be so important that some one of such high importance came to earth, just to tell us face to face? That brought up another question... Who is this some one of high importance?

Me and the rest of the team turned to the ship when they heard a voice say " That unknown reason is extreamly important Sentinal Prime. I would suggest you go back into the ship, along with your comrades so me and the earth team can talk in peace."

My optics widened. "No, it can't be. I haven't seen him in so long, it just can't be." My spark practically stopped when I saw him walk out of the ship...

LL: AAnnnnnnddddd, thats a rap people. So sorry for leaving you on a cliffie, just had to!

Prowl: (muffled because he's still inside the closet) you didn't have to. Your just cruel!

LL: Do you want a mussle? Cause I'm sure I'll find one with spikes at the thrift shop!

Prowl: Shutting up.

BB: Lock, will you let them out if the readers R&R?

LL: I'll think about it... BYE