Hey, sorry but short chapter this time but i figured it was better than nothing and seemed to flow better if i ended it there. Hope you enjoy! ;)

Shout Outs!:

Icy's last breath

Thanks, i figured he should be a tad lost :)

Aloris

She'll meet some more bots next chap ;)

NovaShifter15

I don't know ;p
Gah! That bugged me! Oh my gosh, so much in that series bugged me. so hopefully i can explain some things-at least how i think they can be explained.

Coolabigirl

Yeah, sad, but soon hopefully that'll change. Oh cliffies, my dear friend XD


Aliena whirled around and grabbed her spark, "Jazz! For Primus' sake are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

Jazz smiled, "Sorry. This just caught me by surprise is all. Scrap, looks like a serious battle happened here."

Bee walked out of an adjoining hallway, not to far down from the one she had come from. Aliena frowned slightly, "How did you get here?"

Bee shrugged, "Hallway looped. Hm…looks like this happened recently." He bent down and examined something on the ground, "Predacons were here, look at the claw marks…their just as fresh as the blaster marks."

Jazz's optic ridges rose a bit, "You know, I don't think I ever met anyone who could scout as well as you Bee."

Bee smiled at the comment.

Aliena tuned out their conversation and walked into the room, not knowing how she was going to explain—Predaking was gone, along with the two offlined Predacons. She sighed in relief as the two mech came in.

Bee gasped, "I thought the hallway was bad."

Jazz frowned, "This doesn't make sense, what was this place? It couldn't have been made to protect anything."

Aliena shrugged, "Maybe it was a testing center."

Jazz nodded, "That's about all it could be. Man this place was desecrated."

For the first time Aliena actually explored the room past just looking at it.

"Hey Bee," Jazz called, "come look at this, Energon."

Bee saw the large stain on the floor and frowned, "This is fresh…no one could have lost this much Energon and still function. So who carried him out?"

Aliena couldn't bear to turn around and bit her lip while she stared at the wall hard. She blinked at the wall, still trying to figure out what could have possibly been of interest here when a thought struck her. Predaking had said that it was Starscream who had set off the room's defenses and if he thought that the Predacons were killed in the barrage—then there was fairly good possibility that he might still be here.

She turned to tell Bee as much so they could hurry up and check the rest of the citadel when she heard a 'click'.

Jazz froze and Bee stared at the floor in dread, "Please tell me you didn't step on a trigger."

"Alright, I won't tell you."

The door to the room began to close and Bee cried, "Run for it!"

Aliena's optics glowed brighter and the door stopped. Bee dove through and Jazz was about to follow but a crack and a shockwave sent him sprawling backwards as the door slammed shut. She ran over to him, "Are you ok Jazz?"

He nodded and held his helm, "Yeah, I should be."

"Aliena, Jazz?!" Bee's panicked voice seeped through the door.

"We're ok Bee!" Aliena shouted back, "Is there a console out there? Or some other way to override this?"

There was a moment's pause before, "No, hang on and I'll try to blast through the doors."

Jazz stood, "Forget it Bee! I'm pretty sure those doors were meant to withstand these weapons in here, you're not going to do anything but scratch it."

"I'm going to com for help."

Gas started seeping up from the floor and Aliena yelled, "Hurry!"

Jazz pressed next to Aliena and her optics glowed again.

Jazz took a step and hit something, "What in Cybertron? Oh scrap!"

"It's alright Jazz, that's me"

Jazz blinked at her, "I don't see any kind of device."

She frowned, looking around, "That's because it's just something I can do."

"You're one weird bot."

She laughed, "Thanks." Her optics widened as she saw a console on the wall near the door. "Jazz, move with me and stay right next to me, I can't make this much bigger without overtaxing myself."

Jazz nodded and they moved over to the console, whatever the gas was it was now up to Jazz's knees. "I might be able to hack it, but you'd need to let the shield down and I'm not sure that's a good idea."

She growled, feeling around the room but found no outside energy source. "I'm going to try and access the console, I need you to keep an optic out in case anything happens—good or bad."

Jazz nodded and Aliena closed her optics and focused on the console, her denta ground together as she focused on keeping it on, sifting through information as fast as possible, and keeping the shield up.

Jazz frowned as the gas continued to rise, pressing closer to Aliena as the shield seemed to shrink a bit. She groaned and her knees buckled slightly, Jazz caught her instantly and optics flickered from her to the console to the gas.

"Aliena?"

"I almost got it-" The console blinked suddenly and the door opened.

He almost jumped for joy but was practically holding Aliena. They stayed put for another minute until all the gas had been vented out of the room and she promptly fell to the floor, chest rising and falling as she fought to stay awake.

"Aliena? Hey kid, say something."

"Stop, shouting."

Jazz smiled, "You gonna make it?"

She nodded, "Long enough for Optimus to chew me out. Do me a favor and don't call Ratchet."

"If we can get you back to the Nemesis without you fallin' inta forced recharge it's a deal."

They stumbled out of the room, Jazz being her crutch as her world constantly faded from light to dark before she forced her optics on. As they walked through the hallways they began to become overly familiar to Aliena, she would see shadows pass that looked like flyers and she could swear she heard a voice over the intercom systems. She gasped and hit the wall, servo holding her side tightly as it burned in pain.

Jazz held her arm and started to become very worried as her behavior became erratic. "Aliena, we're almost there. I'm sure Bee's already commed for help."

Aliena started struggling against him, "No, stop. Leave me alone!"

She shoved Jazz away and fell to the floor, knees too weak to hold her any longer.

Jazz's face hardened a bit and grabbed her arms, "Aliena, you need to listen to me and snap out of it. It isn't real. We're fine, you're fine. Darkmount is abandoned, there's no one here but us."

Her servos balled and he was suddenly thrown against a wall as she trembled. He groaned and clutched his helm and turned at the sound of peeds, "Bee? Be careful! She's, having a moment."

To his surprise Optimus ran by him and instantly grabbed Aliena, uttering deep, guttural words that seemed to rise from his very spark.

Aliena gasped, trying to draw air into her filters, as she lost control of her abilities—nightmare-like images washed over her vision as she tried to find a way out of the Nemesis, a way back to Optimus.

She was suddenly enwrapped in a firm grasp and drawn close to something—not something. She could feel his spark pulsing strong against his armor, her own slowing down and matching his. "I have you Aliena, your safe. I'm not letting go."

She clutched his armor and listened to his spark and voice as he kept talking lowly, reminding her that he was right there. Her vision started to clear, enough to see that the shadows weren't shadows at all but Bee, Jazz and Arcee. Exhausted she closed her optics and completely sank into his grasp.

Jazz watched in slight fascination as Optimus spoke, it sounded Cybertronian but he'd never heard anything like it before. He very quietly asked Bee, "What's he saying?"

Bee shrugged, "Haven't a clue. Never heard anything like it."

Arcee blinked as she listened, "I have, a long time ago—shortly before the war started. It's the Language of the Primes."

Bee gasped, "That's the Language of the Primes?"

"You mean that all the time you spent with him you never heard him talk like that before?" Jazz asked astonished.

Both Arcee and Bee shook their heads no.

Optimus stood, Aliena in his arms and unconscious. "Bulkhead, we need a bridge."

When they arrived at the Nemesis, several bots—old and new—had gathered. "Is she alright?" A femme who came with Jazz asked.

Optimus nodded, "I believe so, though both of you should still be examined." He finished, looking at Jazz.

Jazz nodded his helm, "No problem, if you explained what happened."

"I could say the same. Knockout, she may require medical assistance."

Optimus set her on the berth and turned to Knockout who was running a scanner over her. "All this time I spent trying to offline her and now I'm making sure she's alright. Primus certainly has a sense of humor." The scanner beeped a few times and he turned to Optimus, "It says that she's fine, only that she's put herself into a forced recharge…has she really gone that long without recharging?"

Optimus shook his helm. "No. It is more likely that she overused her abilities."

Knockout frowned, "Does she do that often?"

Optimus nodded and turned to Jazz who had followed them in, "If she over uses or extends them. What happened?"

Jazz blinked then answered, "After the room's defenses were activated, some kind of gas started seeping in. She, made some kind of shield to protect us and then somehow activated the control panel." Jazz shook his helm, "She never touched it, not once."

Bee stood next to Jazz and added, "She also made a shield to hold the door open long enough for me to get out."

Optimus frowned, "You mean she projected the shield?"

Bee nodded, "Yeah, she finally figured it out."

Aliena groaned on the berth, her optics wide when Knockout's face was the first she saw.

"How are you feeling?"

She jumped with a small shout. "Knockout! Ah, are you trying to give me a heart attack!"

He frowned, "I was trying to make sure that you would be alright. The thanks I get."

Bee smiled and said, "Don't worry Knockout, she gives Ratchet the same treatment."

Knockout rolled his optics and growled, "Glad to I'm not treated any differently." He turned to Optimus and Aliena, "Well, I haven't a clue what to do with Techno-organics. Whatever you usually do I suppose."

Optimus helped Aliena stand, "Rest then."

"Great. I could sleep though."

Knockout waved them off as he looked at his scans, no doubt interested as these were the first scans he'd been able to get from her.

Jazz followed the pair out and asked, "You sure you're alright Aliena? You didn't look to good."

She smiled and waved it off a bit, "I'll be fine by tomorrow, no biggie."

Jazz nodded and left.

Optimus and Aliena walked down the corridors towards their room when Optimus smiled, mischief in his optic, Aliena missing it. Without warning he turned and picked her up, carrying her bridal style. She cried out and grabbed him around the shoulders, "Optimus!"

He grinned, "Yes?"

She shook her head and rested it on his chest armor, "You're hopeless sometimes."

He laughed as the door to their berthroom opened, "You know, you're not as heavy as I thought you were."

Aliena scoffed lightly and hit his chest, "That's it. You can sleep in the dog house tonight."

He set her down on the berth and laid next to her, tracing her wings lightly, a soft moan and purrs escaping her almost immediately. "What were you saying?"

She tried to answer, but it only came out as another soft moan and purrs.