This fic is courtesy of me and Sentinel Prime/StarscreamSkydancer and I only own my OCs.

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro/Michael Bay.


Optimus wasn't sure why Mirage sent him a com-link requesting his presence, but it seemed that there might be Decepticon activity. He stepped out into the runway as Sentinel withdrew the Pillars from the vault and began setting them up. He could also see that Mirage, Prowl and Smokescreen were there, too.

"What's going on?" asked Optimus, "where are we bridging to?"

"To the Amazon Forest," answered Smokescreen.

"Sentinel said he knows where the first part of the relic is," explained Prowl, "we're going to try to beat the Decepticons to it."

Sentinel transferred the coordinates to the Control Pillar and then pressed on top of it, activating the space bridge.

"All right, then," announced Optimus, "let's roll."

Sentinel, Optimus, Prowl, Mirage and Smokescreen sprinted through the portal, taking them to the Amazon Forest.

"Ugh," groaned Sentinel, "we just got here and I'm fraggin' hot!"

Smokescreen and Prowl chuckled in response.

"Jazz would've cracked a hilarious joke at that," commented Prowl, "like 'Yeah, for a femme.' That's why you're only surrounded by mechs right now.'"

"I should smack you," replied Sentinel, "but you're right. That's exactly what he'd do."

Sentinel, Optimus, Prowl, Mirage and Smokescreen began searching the Amazon Forest for the relic piece. For a while, they haven't had any luck, yet. They eventually found the center of the forest.

"We have to be close," said Sentinel, "this thing is basically sitting in the center….the heart…..of the forest, which is what the riddle said."

"Was it Bailey who gave you the riddle?" asked Optimus.

"Yes," nodded Sentinel, "she's been seeing symbols in her head and writing them down. Thankfully, it's the Language of the Primes, so I can read it."

The Autobots approached a particular spot in the area and dug up the piece of the relic.

"Great," suggested Sentinel, "now let's get home. I can't stand this heat…"

Sentinel smacked at a bug flying near his face.

"This humidity," continued Sentinel, "or these Primus damn bugs!"

Before Sentinel could pull out the small control, Thundercracker and Skywarp appeared out of nowhere in front of the Autobots.

"Great," grumbled Sentinel, "more bugs."

"Let's swat 'em!" declared Smokescreen.

Sentinel, Optimus, Smokescreen, Mirage and Prowl aimed their cannons at Thundercracker and Skywarp.

"Sorry, Doritos," taunted Mirage, "finders, keepers!"

"Losers, weepers," added Sentinel, "say, where's the Nacho Cheese Dorito? I see Cool Ranch here."

"We're not Doritos," spat Skywarp, "and we're here for the relic fragment!"

"You sure look like one," smirked Sentinel, "and you're too late, Flyboy. We got it first. There's five of us and two of you."

"Do you think you can take us on?" beckoned Optimus.

"Old Fart's right, Skywarp," whispered Thundercracker, "especially since two of them are Primes."

"Scrap!" muttered Skywarp, "we should've called for reinforcements."

"Let's just go and say we didn't find it," sighed Thundercracker.

Thundercracker and Skywarp transformed and took off.

"Now let's get out of here," announced Sentinel, "before I melt."

"Come on," replied Smokescreen, "Cybertronians don't melt under climates like this one."

After Prowl picked up the relic fragment, Sentinel pulled out the small control and activated the space bridge. He led the Autobots through the portal, taking them back to the base.

"Ah," breathed Sentinel, "nice, cool, insect free New England air. Much better."

"What should we do with the relic fragment?" asked Mirage.

"Give it to Optimus," advised Sentinel, "we saw what happened the last time I held on to something valuable; I lost it to the Decepticons."

Prowl handed over the relic fragment to Optimus.

"I'll keep it in my quarters," said Optimus, "it'll be safe there."

Optimus returned to his living quarters while Sentinel sauntered towards his living quarters. He suddenly noticed that Bailey was just returning from the hangar with a small bag of Oreos and a glass of milk in her hands.

"Oh," chirped Bailey, "hey, Sentinel. I guess you got the relic fragment?"

"Yeah," nodded Sentinel, "Dumb and Dumber showed up, but then flew off."

"What a bunch of scaredy-cats!" laughed Bailey.

"Probably because they didn't have Nacho Cheese with them," replied Sentinel.

Sentinel and Bailey stepped into the quarters. She set the glass of milk onto the desk, careful not to set it near her laptop.

"I wonder what happened to Starscream anyway," pondered Bailey.

"Knowing him," answered Sentinel, "he's hiding from Megatron."

"I thought Megatron was dead," reminded Bailey.

"He is," replied Sentinel, "but Starscream might not know, since he ran off before Megatron was killed."

Bailey dipped an Oreo in her glass of milk and ate it.

"What do you think Starscream would do if he found out Megatron was dead?" asked Bailey.

"He'd probably do the Funky Chicken dance on his grave," assumed Sentinel, "and use the coffin for waste disposal."

Bailey laughed in response before dipping another Oreo in her glass of milk and eating it.

"He'd love it if the fragger died," continued Sentinel, "just….don't say something like that around Optimus. It still hurts him."

"Don't worry," assured Bailey, "I won't."

"Thank you," smiled Sentinel, "we can hate on Megatron, but there's no need to hurt Optimus when we do. The poor kid's been through enough in this Primus damn war….AAGH, fraggin' leg!"

Sentinel placed one hand over his leg since it apparently started acting up again. The old mech groaned in pain, limping over to his berth and dropping onto it like he was made of lead.

"Stupid piece of slag leg!" groaned Sentinel.

Bailey finished eating her Oreos and drank her milk. She approached the berth with concern in her eyes.

"Is your leg acting up again?" asked Bailey.

"Yes," answered Sentinel, "because it's a cheap piece of slag."

Bailey grabbed her 3DS and placed the game cartridge of Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon into the slot.

"Can I join you?" requested Bailey.

In response, Sentinel's drape fell over the side. Upon cue, Bailey climbed up the drape and laid down next to his face.

"Damn leg," muttered Sentinel, "reminding me that I'm old."

Bailey didn't say anything, but she turned on the 3DS and began playing her game. Sentinel sighed and shut his optics, his bad leg twitching. She continued to play her game for an hour or so before saving it and turning off the 3DS. She gently stroked the smooth wires that made up his beard. The next thing she knew, he purred softly. He didn't need his optics open to know she had stopped her game; he could feel it in her touch that he was her focus now, and only he. He wondered what he was going to do if she asked him to officiate and seal their bond. While continuing to stroke his beard, Bailey leaned in and hugged his face as she planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," smiled Sentinel, "for that. It's nice to know someone besides Optimus can always see past the old age."

"You're welcome," replied Bailey, "I have to admit, you remind me of my grandpa."

"What?" paused Sentinel, "how?"

"My grandpa swears a lot," explained Bailey, "he has arthritis, which annoys him, and he used to be in the Navy."

"Ah," agreed Sentinel, "he does sound like me, you're right."

Bailey gave a soft smile as she continued to hug Sentinel.

"You're all right, human," murmured Sentinel.

This moment went on for a few minutes, and then…

"Can I ask you something?" requested Sentinel.

"What?" replied Bailey.

"Are you at some point planning to," asked Sentinel, "officially form a bond between both of us?"

"You mean as in sparkmates?" paused Bailey.

"Well, yes," nodded Sentinel, "but also making it official; like, legally on paper."

"Oh," clarified Bailey, "you're talking about marriage!"

"I was asking if you planned on it ever," explained Sentinel.

"I see," suggested Bailey, "maybe we could make our bond official later on. Even then, I'd like to try spark merging first before we have a wedding."

"Of course," acknowledged Sentinel, "I'm just unsure of how such things are done here on Earth."

"Maybe I could do research on weddings and bring the information to you?" offered Bailey.

"It's whatever you'd like," replied Sentinel.

Bailey let go of Sentinel's face, grabbed her 3DS and stashed it into the pocket of her cargo pants. She then climbed down the elder Prime's drape.

"I'll go get my dinner," called Bailey.

"All right," responded Sentinel.

Bailey stepped out of the living quarters and raced towards the hangar to make one of her meals from Dream Dinners.


Meanwhile, Thundercracker and Skywarp returned to the bridge of the Nemesis, where Megatron and the Fallen were waiting. They could see that Barricade, Knockout and Breakdown already acquired a few pieces of the Forbidden Relic.

"We found where it was," reported Skywarp, "but all we found were tracks."

"The Autobots must've found out about the relic and gotten to it before we did," added Thundercracker, "they were Cybertronian footprints."

"Then I want as many of us as possible out there searching," demanded the Fallen.

The Fallen focused his optics on Megatron.

"And Megatron," continued the Fallen, "you can wait no longer. From here on, your sole purpose is to kill those Primes! But make them suffer, and do not return to me without at least one of them dead. Now, go!"

"Of course, Master," nodded Megatron, "I'll have to set a trap."

"Do whatever you must," ordered the Fallen, "and take whomever you need. But I do not want to see you again until you can show me at least one of them dead."

Megatron left the bridge without saying anything. The Fallen carefully inspected the fragments, knowing that they only have nine left to go.

"Soon, Primes," muttered the Fallen, "you will both die."

The Fallen smirked, as he knew Megatron was now infused with the power of Dark Energon, making him stronger than ever.


Over the course of a week, Bailey provided Cybertronian riddles by writing down the symbols in the notebook the instant they popped into her head, and in turn, the Autobots traveled to the location and occasionally had to fight off some Decepticons to retrieve the fragments of the relic. Now, they had six fragments in their possession, and the question they had is whether they should assemble it or just destroy it.

At the moment, Bailey just finished eating her lunch and was about to continue playing Final Fantasy X, but she suddenly heard her smart phone going off, prompting her to answer it.

"Hello?" said Bailey.

"Hey, Bails," asked Clayton over the phone, "are you open for gaming night tonight?"

"Sure," nodded Bailey, "what are we going to play tonight?"

"I was thinking Mario Kart 8," answered Clayton over the phone.

"Oh, cool!" chirped Bailey, "can I bring over Sentinel?"

"Yeah," agreed Clayton over the phone, "I'd love to try racing against him."

"Ok then," smiled Bailey, "talk you later."

"Later," sang Clayton.

Bailey hung up before focusing her eyes on Sentinel.

"What?" paused Sentinel, "do I look funny? Are you challenging me to a staring contest?"

"I was wondering if you would like to come with me to gaming night," explained Bailey, "Clayton said that we'll be playing Mario Kart."

"The one game I understand?" clarified Sentinel, "I'm not missing that? Is it just him and you, so I know which holoform I can use?"

"Olive and Fred are going, too," answered Bailey, "and you're welcome to join in."

"Ok," confirmed Sentinel, "human it is. Are we going now?"

"Actually," replied Bailey, "it's this evening, remember?"

"Oh, right," acknowledged Sentinel, "sorry, I'm old. Glitchy processor."

"That's ok," assured Bailey, "my grandpa can be forgetful at times."

"That doesn't make me feel better," groaned Sentinel.

"Sorry," blurted Bailey, "I didn't mean to offend you!"

"It's all right," smirked Sentinel, "I'll kick your aft later…..Luigi."

"Ok," chuckled Bailey, "I'll take your word for it."

Bailey went back to her PS3 and continued playing Final Fantasy X.


Meanwhile, Clayton was busy with sewing together a dress while reading the directions of the pattern he created. He suddenly heard a knock on the door, prompting him to put away the unfinished dress before walking over to the door.

"All right," sighed Clayton, "who is it?"

Clayton opened the door, but he quickly realized that it was a bad idea since Ravage was waiting outside. The Decepticon drone pounced on Clayton, causing him to shout in fear and surprise.

"What the hell?!" shouted Clayton, "Get off of me!"

"I don't think so," sneered Ravage, "Lord Megatron is expecting you."