I'm back! Thanks to all the viewers of the last chapter! I didn't know this idea would be so popular. Anywho, thanks to Bee4ever, Jazz's lil ninja, and Le-19 for favoriting and/or following the story!

The song for this chapter is Wake Me Up Inside by Evanscence and Linkin Park. It fits best at the end.

Bee4ever: Thanks!

Orn= Cybertronian time equivalent to an Earth week. (not officially, just what I'm saying it is.)

Nano-klik= Cybertronian time equal to an Earth second.

So Silvermoon has been here for four million orbital cycles?

Prowl started at the identification number on the ship, hardly daring to believe it. She had gone missing barely an orn before the war had started, and no bot, not even her creators, had known where she'd gone. They'd been sparkbroken, and had cornered Prowl, asking if he'd known anything. He'd been shocked as well.

Well it looks like I've found her ship. Too bad her creators are not online anymore. Now if I could just find Silvermoon... Prowl's thought trailed off. It struck him that she wasn't in the ship, but she had to be close by, unless the decepticons really had taken her. He hoped not. Maybe she left the ship.

Prowl turned his gaze to the ground wondering idly if footprints would've been preserved in the snow. He was standing on the dirt, but a few feet away, a thin layer of snow lay cover the moon's surface. He wandered over to it and scanned it. No footprints remained in the frozen water, if there had ever been any there. However, his scanners did pick up something small. He bent down and dug around in the snow for a second, uncovering a small piece of frozen energon that was starting to melt.

That has to be her energon. The tactician turned his scanners a few feet in front of him, sweeping them in a wide arc to find other traces of any buried energon. It picked up another small bit a little ways away. Prowl dug again to find it. He started to scan ahead of him again, but realized he was at the edge of the snowbank that rose three times his height.

"Prowler? Whatcha doin'?" asked Jazz from behind him, pulling the SIC from his thoughts. He turned to face the TIC and ignored the use of his hated nickname for once. He held out his servo, displaying the energon he'd found.

"This is the energon of the bot from the ship. There is more ahead, and it leads to the bot, but we'll have to dig," Prowl explained, not bringing himself to say Silvermoon's name aloud. He watched as Jazz leaned in to study the small energon pieces. Then he turned back to the crashed ship.

"Oi! Jolt! Get ou' here!" Jazz yelled, catching the attention of both Ironhide and Jolt, who were still inside the ship. Ironhide lead the way out, reaching them first. Both of his cannons were online and prepped to fire. Behind him, Jolt had his whips out and ready.

"What? Decepticon attack?" asked Ironhide quickly, pulling himself to a halt.

"No, ya trigger-happy mech," Jazz snorted. Ironhide frowned as he offlined his cannons again. "Look wha' Prowler found, Jolt." Jolt stowed away his energon whips and strode forward. He studied them for a nano-klik before plucking one out of Prowl's open servo. He frowned and scanned it.

"This... this energon is four million orbital cycles old," he summarized, sounding disbelieving. Jazz and Ironhide looked at him, not believing it either, but Prowl kept his expression blank, already knowing that piece of information.

"The pieces were in line with each other, seemingly like a trail," Prowl spoke up, catching their attention. "So the bot should be over here." He gestured in the general direction of where the trail had been leading into the snow bank.

"We'll have ta tunnel in," Jazz said. "Ironhide, yo the biggest, ya shoul' go first." Ironhide looked at him with a raised optic ridge, but pushed passed Prowl and shoved his way into the snow bank. Amazingly, the rest of the snow held, just leaving the outline of bulky Ironhide in a tunnel form.

"This is freezing," he complained, somewhat muffled.

"That's because it's frozen," Prowl replied, raising an optic ridge and sounding slightly amused. Once Ironhide had barreled his way in several feet, Prowl followed, encased in white in every direction. He resumed scanning the ground.

Twenty feet and four more pieces of frozen energon later, Prowl's scanner was indicating that the trail turned. Ironhide, who wasn't scanning, was unaware of this and kept going forward.

"Ironhide, the trail turns here," Prowl said, causing the black mech to stop. He turned, changing the shape of the tunnel where he was. He came back to Prowl. The weapons specialist made to move and start another tunnel, but Prowl help up a servo, stopping him. He started at his scanner, not believing what it was saying. Quickly, the SIC scooped out some snow from the wall, reveling a lot bigger piece of frozen energon. It was about the size of Optimus' servo. "We are getting closer," the tactician said quietly. The energon was handed to Jazz and then Jolt, who subspaced the piece. He'd been put in charge of carrying it all.

Before Prowl let Ironhide clear another tunnel, the black and white mech cleared out a little more to see if there was another piece of energon. He did find something, it just wasn't energon. It was a navy blue pede. He gasped, alerting the other bots to his find.

"Did you find the bot?" asked Jolt, thinking he already knew the answer.

"Affirmative," replied Prowl, to busy digging snow out of the way to turn around. Ironhide, who was in the line of fire of the snow Prowl was furiously flinging everywhere, grimaced as the white powder hit him. He gestured at the other two and they retreated a bit further down the tunnel, letting him escape the range of the cold powder.

As Prowl dug, his processor wracked through memories until he remembered the last time he had seen Silvermoon.

*FLASHBACK*

Prowl was walking through the halls of the Elite Guard Academy, searching for Cooper, who the commander wanted to see. His train of thought was cut short, however, when a certain navy and silver femme crashed into him, knocking them both over.

"Silvermoon?" Prowl asked, realizing who had crashed into him. Then he noticed how frightened she looked. "What's wrong?"

"I... It's nothing," she said, frantically scrambling back onto her pedes and throwing glances back over her shoulder. "I... have to go," she said quickly, taking off again, still checking for somebot following her. Prowl looked after the femme, confused. She seemed very flustered and frightened, which was odd for her. Normally she was outgoing and the one to comfort others.

Prowl thought about going after her, but was distracted when he saw he petite form sprinting towards her ship outside the window he was by. He watched the loading door snap back up and the engines start glowing orange as they were fired up. Then the ship shot off from the ground a lot faster than she normally went.

He became even more lost when the ship angled steeply upward, meaning that Silvermoon was going off-world.

*END FLASHBACK*

Prowl ceased his furious digging in the snow as the rest of Silvermoon's form was uncovered. She was laying on the ground, in a position that almost screamed she had fallen. Her thin armor had gaping holes with frozen energon sitting just outside of them. Her optics were offline, and for a moment Prowl feared that she was offline, but then he caught a very faint spark beat.

Gingerly, the tactician bent down and scooped her up, noticing she wouldn't bend, since her joints were frozen. He backed back out into the tunnel. The other bots gasped as they caught sight of her.

"Primus, it's a femme," Ironhide mumbled, stating the obvious. Jolt hurried forward a step, scanning her.

"She needs some serious repairs. Let's get her back to the ship," Jolt said, reading his report. Jazz, who was closest to the exit, turned and led the way out. Silvermoon's helm and pedes scrapped against the snowy walls as Prowl carried her out.

The SIC made sure that his faceplates held no emotion, but his spark was leaping inside of its cavity. After all those years he'd thought Silvermoon was on another planet or possibly offline, she'd been closer than he had realized. And now that she had been found, he didn't know whether she would make it or not.

Don't think like that, Prowl chastised himself. She's a strong bot. She'll make it. But a small part of his processor still doubted that.

He made sure to watch where he was putting his pedes on the steep-ish hike back down Suntier. He didn't want to trip and risk harming Silvermoon even further. Her armor was in a desperate need of a good waxing, but it still reflected the sunlight brightly. As the mech studied his long-lost friend, he was aware of his comrades glancing back over their shoulderplates periodically at the femme and their SIC.

Stepping carefully over a rather large rock, Prowl finally hit level ground. He readjusted his hold on Silvermoon and headed for the ship, the last one of the group. Stepping pede in the ship, he noticed Ironhide and Jazz were already at their stations. Jolt however, ushered him into the berth room. Prowl laid Silvermoon on one of the four berths. She wasn't laying flat, due to the fact that she was still partially frozen. Since being out of the snow bank, some of the ice on her had started to melt, proven by the water dripping off of her. And the energon that was slowly running from her wounds again.

"Go pilot the pod," Jolt instructed. "I'll see what I can do and get her to Ratchet when we land." Prowl nodded, not trusting himself to speak yet. He took his seat and nodded when the other two mechs read him the statistics of the engines and fuel levels. Jazz commed Optimus to get clearance back. A klik later they were in the air.

"Get her stabilized NOW!" barked Ratchet. Jolt hurried to hook up various tubes and cords to Silvermoon. Prowl watched nervously. They had arrived and barely a astro-second after they'd landed, her spark had started acting up. Prowl and Jolt had hurried to get her to the med bay and Ratchet had analyzed that she needed fresh energon running through her systems. But she had to be hooked up to life support to get the energon through her and get repairs done.

"Beeeeeeeeeep," the monitor next to her cried. Jolt frantically slammed the last tube up to her and the room went deathly silent. After what seemed like an eternity, a quiet "Beep" followed by more came on at a steady interval. Prowl vented heavily in relief. A similar noise came from Ratchet.

"Make sure she's got energon going through," Ratchet told Jolt. "I'm going to go find out who she is." He made to move off to his office, where he had data pads for these purposes.

"Her designation is Silvermoon," Prowl spoke up. Ratchet whirled around, narrowly missing some piece of equipment that had a medical purpose.

"How do you know that?" he asked, his optics narrowing slightly.

"She was my best friend. She went missing an orn before the war started."

The medical bot didn't say anything, just stared at his SIC with his mouthplates slightly agape. Prowl could almost read his thoughts. Our impassive tactician had a friend?He chose not to comment on what Ratchet was so obviously thinking and turned to Jolt.

"Comm. me if she starts to come back online," he ordered, then swept from the room, leaving silence in the med bay. He could even tell that the two medibots hadn't started talking when he reached the hall. He spared this no thought and quickly retreated to his office, where a bunch of data pads were waiting.

Back in the med bay, Jolt studied the femme Prowl had told them was Silvermoon. Next to him, Ratchet was intently looking her record on a data pad. Jolt morphed one servo into a welder and ran it over one of the cracks in her thin armor. He frowned.

"Ratchet, we're gonna have to get her thicker armor," he said, not looking away from his work. "This is the thin kind from before the war."

"Noted," Ratchet said, not bothering to look up, either. "Hmm, interesting."

"What?"

"According to her file, she was in the Elite Guard Academy, studying to be a medibot."

"So she could help us when she comes back online?" Jolt asked, pausing in his welding.

"Not really. She left halfway her training, apparently. But she also was a decent fighter and good at numbers," Ratchet read off the data pad.

"I guess she's an all-around bot, then," commented Jolt, resuming welding as he processed the new information.

"We might be able to use her help, though. Primus knows we need-" Ratchet cut off, and Jolt looked up to see Ratchets optics were dim, meaning he was on a comm. link with somebot. A moment later, his optics became bright again. "Right," he said, standing up. "I'm going to debrief Optimus and the Elite Guard of her condition. Comm. me if she changes." Jolt nodded and Ratchet hurried to find Optimus.

As the door shut, Jolt returned his attention to the femme. He finished welding the small cracks and fixed the gaping hole in her armor. Then he scanned her again, checking to see if anything internally was damaged. The results showed him that her spark was reaching out.

To who, he didn't know, but he did know that she was seeking help to come back online. And bots who had gone through a stasis lock for the length of time she had needed all the help they could get.