Ack! I'm so fucking sorry for you guys who got to wait so long for this one. Collage is very demanding I'm afraid so, and I fear that every update will take its time nowadays. If I'm lucky enough, I'll try to figure out a structured routine to update my stories that require regular updates and which will help me to keep things in check between collage and free time as well holidays. I appreciate a lot of you guys' reviews in return and I hope you enjoy this one too.

Soundtracks:

First scene: Leaving Earth from Mass Effect 3, Clint Mansell

Second scene: All Those Voices from X-Men: Days of Future Past, John Ottman

Third scene: Merlin Lost from Merlin, Rob Lane

Fourth scene: Hope (Xavier's theme) from X-Men: Days of Future Past, John Ottman


Chapter 4 – Powerless


It felt like everything happened too fast, but at same time, time itself had stopped for Rodimus when he witnessed Ylva collapsing. She was lying on the floor, shaking all over her body with spasms that rocked her violently. The spasms made her arms and legs tense, rocking and shaking as they hit the floor. Ylva's head threw backwards by the spasms, her eyes rolled up and mouth open like she was screaming. But there was no sound coming from her or a single breath. Her chest wasn't heaving. It was like as if she was being squeezed, unable to breathe.

"Ylva!" Rodimus cried again. He was in panic, he had no idea what to do or how to react.

The dogs were also in a frenzy of panic. They kept howling and barking while they tried to run over their owner, nudging her and attempted to bite her. The young Prime knelt down, trying to grab the woman without harming her. He moved the dogs away from her when he carefully touched her. He then accidently grabbed her chest with both of his hands, the fingers opening up her jacket and tearing it off, although… he was absolutely not prepared of what he saw next.

Ylva's arms… they weren't human arms. They were arms made of metal!

Rodimus' optics widened in shock as he stared down at the gray, metallic arms that were twitching up and down, and his panic worsened. He had never seen anything like them before. He'd only seen that in human movies, like The Terminator, and seeing Ylva having them made him tremble in shock.

"Help! Somebody help me!" he cried, traumatized.

Luckily for him, Jokke helped too. The old malamute howled a long, deep howl for help that echoed through the corridors. Kickan on the other hand had rushed away to bring someone's attention. Rodimus could hear the barks while he gently put down Ylva on the floor, holding her steady. "Easy, Ylva, easy," he begged to her.

He failed to sense the threatening tears that were falling from the corners of his optics. Suddenly, without warning, he saw Tracy in front of him. The memory of her dying by the flu flashed inside his processor, which caused him to freeze up in absolute fear. "Tracy!" he cried out as the tears fell faster.

By then, Ylva's spasms began to increase. Rodimus had almost lost himself to time when he heard heavy footfalls approaching him.

"Roddy!" It was Arcee who called him.

Behind her ran Optimus, Hot Shot and Ratchet after Kickan, who galloped very quickly with fast panting. Once they gathered around him, Optimus, Ratchet and Hot Shot took action. "Rodimus, hand her to me!" Hot Shot ordered to him, and the young Prime obeyed as he handed her jerking body quickly, but extremely carefully, over to the silver mech.

Rodimus watched as Hot Shot carefully put Ylva down on the floor, laying her sideways with one hand supporting behind her back while he knelt on his knees. His face turned unreadable, but Rodimus could see how extremely worried and serious he suddenly became. Then, Optimus clapped his shoulder to gently push him away from them. "Back off, Rodimus," he ordered firmly, something the young Prime had never heard before. "She needs space to calm down. Arcee, take him with you."

"Of course, Optimus," the femme answered quickly. She grabbed the traumatized Prime's shoulder, "Come, Roddy. Let them take care of her."

There was no response from him. He held his gaze on the woman while both Hot Shot and Ratchet tried to help her, and Optimus was the one who kept a watchful optic for anyone who would pass by and turn curious over the situation. His tears kept streaming down like shimmering waterfalls as he watched Ylva… The memories of his beloved Tracy… continued to pour through his memories.

He couldn't think nor stop crying as he observed the elders and the silver mech doing their best to keep Ylva safe, then he watched Hot Shot rising his partner up in his hands as he stood up on his feet. Hot Shot and Ratchet rushed away from them, followed by Optimus and the dogs, but not before he made a quick look over his shoulder. His gaze looked… guilty. Reading the guilt on the former Prime's face, Rodimus suddenly felt how fast the core of his spark pulsed. It pulsed hard against the walls of his chest plates like it would jump out from him easily if it wasn't attached to his body.

So traumatized.

The feelings hurt inside him harshly like blades that tore through him, breaking him apart in tears as the memories of Tracy returned inside his processor. He collapsed on his knees as he hid his face with his hands, weeping loudly.

What have I done?, he mentally asked himself. Then he felt a pair of arms embracing around him, hugging him tightly as a very soft and worried voice whispered into his audio receptor.

"It's alright, Roddy," Arcee cooed to him, gently rubbing on his shoulder with one of her hands. "Ylva's safe with them."

"No," Rodimus sobbed under his breath, hiding his face into the femme's neck. "She's not safe. It's my fault. It's my fault..."


The young Prime and the byzantine femme stood outside Med Bay, waiting anxiously for either Optimus or Ratchet to come out from there. Rodimus was sitting down on the floor, leaning backwards against the wall and glared up the roof. He had stopped crying, but he'd wept for a very long time while he and Arcee slowly walked through the corridors to the Med Bay. He felt so responsible over his own actions, and couldn't stop blaming himself for letting that happen without being able to stop it.

The image of Ylva jerking still haunted his processor when a pair of heavy steps caught his audio receptors. Rodimus moved his gaze from the roof to meet the blue optics of Optimus, who looked at him with concern but at same time relief. Instantly, he got to his feet and hurried towards him. At same time, Optimus had knelt down to embrace him in protective arms and used a deeply soft purr through his throat to comfort his adopted son.

"Is… is she okay?" Rodimus whimpered, again pressing his head against the warm safety of the former commander's chest. "Will she be okay?"

"Yes," came the soft answer from above. "She'll be fine. She's got a severe epilepsy seizure only."

"Epilepsy?" Surprised, Arcee stepped closer with a concerned frown.

That caused Optimus to release his son from his arms and rise up. He then nodded with a sigh, "Yes. She has severe epilepsy, Arcee. She's taking treatment to keep her epilepsy in check… yet, even if she takes them daily, she still risks getting seizures without any warning."

"I see…" Rodimus frowned as he stared at his father.

"But thanks to you, Jokke and Kickan," Optimus reassured, "Ylva will recover as long she gets some rest. Though…" he paused unexpectedly and sighed deeply. "Arcee, can you please leave us? I need to speak with Rodimus."

"Of course," she answered with a nod, though she still sounded worried for Rodimus' sake when she went towards the Med Bay door and disappeared behind closed doors.

An awkward silence hung over the young Prime and the former Prime like a dark blanket, who neither spoke a word nor moved a muscle cable as they stared intensively at each other. Rodimus could've sworn that his father knew that he was searching for answers, answers that would change everything for him. He felt the anger that started to wake up inside him, igniting a firestorm within his fast beating spark.

"I haven't been honest with you, my son," Optimus started. "And I suppose that you have been aware of your friends, my old friends and my behavior?"

"Yes…" Rodimus muttered, trying hide the angry tone, although he obviously failed. His father could easily see and hear that.

"Rodimus…" Optimus continued. "There are things that I can't tell you."

"Well, then you better speak up now," the young Prime growled through gritted teeth. "You have been acting so strange since the strangers got here."

Unexpectedly, the former commander turned around, his back facing him, which he definitely shouldn't do that.

"I want answers, father!" Rodimus barked at him. "Why aren't you telling me the truth?!"

When he didn't receive any answer, he moaned as he clenched his hands into hard fists like he was ready to punch his own father in frustration. Although the young Prime knew that violence was not the right choice. He couldn't just punch the former commander. Besides, Optimus was very tall and would easily overwhelm him.

So he took a deep breath, holding it and then exhaled out, "You can't hide it forever, father. Why didn't you tell me that Ylva have those arms to me earlier?"

Still no response came from Optimus as he continued:

"Father, talk with me. I want to know everything you know about them. Tell me about her arms and how the fucking hell did she get them. I WANT THE TRUTH NOW!"

Then Optimus swirled around hastily, shooting furious daggers upon the young Prime. That forced him to shut his mouth as he felt how the massive former commander rose enormously like a giant as he read the angry face. He felt so tiny like a pathetic youngling as the rage burned from his father, and now he regretted.

"You want the truth?" Optimus growled deeply. "Fine then… I was the one who harmed Ylva, and the cause of her loss! I caused the fire that would've killed her if I hadn't come back to save her! I still regret to this day that I harmed her deeply!"

Never had Rodimus expected to see the rage in his baritone voice. He sensed how the chills trailed down his spinal column, spreading through his back in fear as he backed a few steps. He didn't say a word nor argue more as Optimus continued to growl more, forcing him to grit his teeth and clench up his hands hard like boxer fists. But he also could see something else as he looked deeper in the depths inside Optimus' optics.

A fire.

A fire that consumed everything in its path, its rage crackling through the darkness as Optimus ran through it.

A cry for help.

Rodimus could've sworn that he heard a cry that tore through the fire. It sounded like coming from a human female... Then he saw how Optimus managed to save a young human as he protectively wrapped his arms around her in his chest as he threw himself out from the jaws of the fire. But then… the images vanished as Optimus shut his optics tight, biting hard on his bottom lip plate.

"I was responsible for her loss of her arms, Rodimus," he whispered softly. "And I made a promise to her to never let anyone else know about her arms without her permission…"

As if the air had escaped from his air tanks, Rodimus remained silent without battering an optic shutter, though his gaze went down to the floor. He refused to look up again as guilt clouded his spark.

What the hell am I doing?, he asked himself when he turned his gaze to Optimus' feet that were walking away from him, fast but steady.

He couldn't help himself to feel so horrible inside. He started to wonder as he walked towards the door and it slid up. He walked heavily after Arcee, Hot Shot and Ylva. Luckily for him, he wasted not much time when he found them. Hot Shot was sitting next to the med berth where Ylva lay with her dogs close to her. A warm blanket covered over her. Arcee was also sitting on the opposite side of the med berth. The young Prime gazed at the sleeping woman, and he saw one of the gray arms sticking out from the blanket with a sad frown.

"Oh, hi Roddy," Arcee greeted him. She quickly got up on her feet, walking towards him to embrace him a hug.

"How is she?" Rodimus asked after releasing himself free from the hug.

Hot Shot nodded, frowning. "She'll be fine. She just needs to rest a bit," he said. "Give her a couple days and she'll be the same as she's always been."

"I see…" Rodimus replied but fell into silence.

"Is everything alright?" Hot Shot inquired. He noticed something wasn't right with him.

"I'm fine…" Rodimus replied dryly with a growl. But that was a lie, which Hot Shot had no problem reading into it. As it happened, the Prime felt how the tears threatened to come back. His throat hardened as the burning feeling returned in his chest, forcing his spark to loosen hold its grip. He tightened his jaw while struggling to prevent from breaking up in tears again, Rodimus breathed through his nose plate slowly and deeply, though he did bite on his bottom lip plate that nearly drew Energon.

"You're not fine, kid," Hot Shot said.

"I said I'm fine! And stop calling me kid."

"Hey, hey, hey… I understand that you're upset and I don't wanna fight with you."

"I'm not upset. I'm fine," Rodimus snapped stubbornly, and then he quickly pivoted on his heel and stormed out from the Med Bay. He needed to be alone.


Finally alone.

Rodimus sighed for the tenth time when he arrived at his private quarters. All he met was nothing but silence, which he really appreciated now when he needed it much already.

The berth along the warm blanket wasn't far from him. The young Prime walked heavily towards the one place that would give him the comforting feeling to cry alone after a hectic day. Everything spun like an uncontrolled twister inside his processor. So much had happened to him, and he realized how awfully exhausted he was. He felt so mentally exhausted that he thought he would collapse any minute into recharge.

As Rodimus slowly sat on the edge of the berth and leant sideways, he finally started to cry. The cool and slow streaming of tears flowed down while he sniffled, breathing unsteady and his chest trembled hard by the pain within his spark. It hurt so much. He regretted so much for everything. The feelings of guilt and responsibility… it was just too much for him to carry. He'd wrapped the blanket around him like a youngling seeking warmth and the sense of safety swept over him warmly. He tried to recharge… but it didn't help much when the memories of Tracy returned.

"Tracy…" he whispered her name under his sniffling. "Tracy… I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry."

He found it so hard just to recharge. Rodimus kept moving to one side and the opposite on the berth, whimpering and sniffling. Recharging didn't help as he wished for. It forced him to reluctantly rise up off his berth, turning around and knelt down on his knees while he leant over the edge of the berth. His elbow gears touched on the edge as he clapped his hands tightly together.

"Tracy… If you're up there with whomever God or Primus," he started to pray. "I… I'm scared… I wish that you are with me now…"

Suddenly a gentle knock was heard from the door, capturing his attention and he released his hands free. Just then, the door slid open to reveal Arcee standing in the doorway. Rodimus must've forgotten to shut his door to automatically lock. He heavily rose up, glaring at the femme without blinking. The silence hung around them in the air as they stared at each other without saying a word or moving a limb.

But that didn't last long. The young Prime tensed when Arcee hurried towards him to hug him tightly just as he collapsed down and wept on her shoulder. They gently fell down on the floor.

"Sssh, Roddy," her soft voice cooed like a mother while she comforted him, gently patting on his back with a circular hand movement. "It's alright. I'm here. I'm right here with you."

"Arcee…" Rodimus sobbed under his breath. "Arcee, I'm scared."

"I know," she whispered. "She'll be fine. Ylva's safe for now. Hot Shot is with her and not leaving even a second from her."

"But… It's… It's my fault."

"No, Roddy. It isn't your fault."

"But it is my fault! I was there when it happened, and I was doing nothing."

"Don't blame yourself. That happened unexpectedly and you couldn't predict it."

"But…"

"No buts, Roddy. It has been too much for you. You need to recharge."

"I can't… Arcee…" he hiccupped. He then released himself free from the warm arms of Arcee, opening up his tearful optics and glared at her. "Can you… recharge with me? I want you to stay with me…"

"Of course. I'll stay with you," she said softly. The femme rubbed on Rodimus' cheek when she came closer to him and planted a soft kiss on his opposite cheek plate.

Together, they went to the berth and fell into comforting recharge as the young Prime hugged around the femme's chest, his head resting above her spark chamber while she stroke over his head and hugged him tightly. She hummed a melody that helped him to recharge better. The warmth from her felt so safe for him. Snuggling closer into her like a newborn sparkling, he eventually recharged deeply with Arcee's company.

"Rodimus," Arcee whispered into his audio receptor and planted another soft kiss. "I love you."

"Thank you…" that was the last words coming out from the deeply recharging Prime.


A couple days later

The morning sun rose higher and higher over the mountains when Rodimus walked downhill towards the lake. He felt welcomed by the warmth from the sun as he gazed with narrowed optics on the lake that glittered like crystals. The sunlight was bright, making it hard to look straight without risking himself getting blinded. So he had to glance down on the rocky ground to avoid the rays and only the sharp sunlight was hurting his optics.

While he walked down, he was in his own world. Thinking on many thoughts on the short time that were about only one person: Ylva. Even if it had been a couple days already, and Ylva's recovery went well, he still felt awful inside. The shock he had experienced never fully left his processor.

On that morning, he'd heard that Hot Shot, his human partner and her dogs were outside on the lake for a morning walk. So he thought that he could be with them.

The barks from Kickan could be heard for several miles away as he arrived at the lake's edge.

There he saw them.

Hot Shot and Ylva were playing with the dogs by throwing sticks on the lake, and the dogs swam to pick up the sticks and returned back only to fetch again.

"Hello!" he called to them to catch their attention. He lifted up a hand in the air and waved.

"Tjena, kaa!" Hot Shot greeted him. "Come here!"

Feeling a little bit excited but still uncertain, Rodimus jogged to them. Once he approached them, the dogs got excited and galloped to him, greeting him with friendly wagging tails as they barked and howled up on him. He knelt down to greet them by patting them gently, letting them to sniff and lick on his index finger from his left hand. He smiled warmly to see Kickan so happy to see him again. He hadn't been able to spend some time with her, and already he found her as his favorite.

"Hi, Kickan," he gently poked on her that made her to fall on one side, the lapphund showed up her belly, begging him to rub there.

Giggling, he rubbed exactly on the same spot he did the last time, which Kickan appreciated much as she began to kick one of her hind legs. He started to chuckle when he suddenly felt a hand clapping on his shoulder. That forced him to stop rubbing as he gazed over at Hot Shot, who looked at him softly.

"It looks like Kickan has found her favorite cuddle-mech," Hot Shot joked.

"Yeah, she's very cute dog," Rodimus answered, grinning.

"Ja, she really is," Ylva said, looking up at him with folded arms. Then she quickly gazed at Hot Shot with an odd look on her face. "Shotty, kan du vara så snäll att låta oss vara? Jag vill prata med Stoffe-Puffe ifred."

"Såklart," the silver mech nodded understandingly. He turned around, walking away as he called the dogs to join with him, though Jokke, who turned out to be extremely attached and faithful to Ylva, refused to leave on her side.

The woman knelt down and used one hand under the old malamute's underjaw. "Jokkmokke, du behöver inte oroa dig. Jag klarar mig, gubben," she told him softly and determined, only to receive a complaining whine from the malamute that sat down stubbornly at his spot, glaring.

Knowing her malamute very well, Ylva knew Jokke wouldn't easily leave her alone because of his overprotective and faithful nature. He was as well a very typical one-man's dog who only cared for his owner and didn't care much of the others. He'd always been by her side since the first day she first met him and they'd been through a lot together since then. Ylva sank her shoulders down as she sighed when she rose up and looked after Hot Shot. By then, he along with the lapphund were already gone.

A silence hung in the air between them. The wind blew calm, spreading waves over the grass and creating frothy laps that shattered the clear mirror of the lake's surface. The woman turned her gaze to Rodimus and noticed that he had already sat down on the ground with legs pressed against his chest plates. She then walked towards him, but not before she had taken off her military camouflaged jacket and twisted the sleeves around her waist.

Rodimus couldn't help but to frown by the sight of her robotic arms. The arms looked so human, but the only difference was that they were made of gray metal. She wore one red linen, and even saw that the shoulder blades and the collar bones were made by metal. He frowned more thoughtfully when he felt something patting on his wheel ankle. Looking down, the Prime met the clear gray eyes.

"You alright?" Ylva questioned.

"I'm fine…" Rodimus replied. His voice sounded like a whisper.

She shook her head. "You're a terrible liar, you know that, right?"

He froze up in shock. How could Ylva easily tell that he was lying? Though… he knew he had to talk with her now that they were completely alone. He softened up as Rodimus offered a hand to Ylva, and she jumped up, allowing him to pick her up. Jokke hurried to sit next to Rodimus as he observed his owner watchfully. With Ylva close to him, he looked straight into her eyes and sighed. "I've been worried about you," he began. "I… I'm sorry for what happened to you. It was my fault that –"

"No, Stoffe-Puffe," Ylva cut him off. "It was not your fault. That seizure came without any warning… like all the seizures I get."

Once again, silence came between them. Rodimus moved his optics from her eyes to stare at the metal arms closely. Scanning through the arms, he could see how highly advanced they were. He could see different types of cables both connected to blood veins and the nerve system, thick muscle cables, gears and metallic bone structure that hid underneath the protective metal. It popped many questions, almost too many to handle for such a short time for him.

Who made the arms?

When did Ylva get them?

"What happened with you really, Ylva?" Rodimus gave the first question. For some reason, he couldn't take his optics from the arms nor could he stop looking at the queer necklace around Ylva's neck.

She looked up at him, her hand grasping the silver Celtic cross and started playing with it. "Stoffe-Puffe… I was seventeen years old when the accident happened. It occurred outside Karlskrona, my birth town in southern Sweden."

Rodimus' optics widened up a little, but didn't dare to interrupt while Ylva continued telling and playing on the iron chain of her necklace.

"All I remember was a fire. A fire that nearly killed me if I hadn't gotten saved in time…"

"By Optimus?" He cut in, though fell quickly back in silence again.

"Ja," Ylva nodded. "He came and saved me… I was badly injured with burn injuries. My arms had taken the worst of the injuries."

As he listened, Rodimus could only imagine how Ylva survived. Then the memory hit him almost instantly once he remembered Optimus. That he was the cause of the fire. Though, he still didn't want to interrupt until it was good enough to ask more.

"I remember Masse very well. I was crying in pain and he was above me. He was calling for help and he never left me until I fell unconscious. That's all I remember."

"Oh… I see," Rodimus sounded sad by hearing that. "Do you remember anything else?"

"Ja... I remember I woke up much later," Ylva continued. "When I did, I noticed immediately that something was wrong. I looked on my sides…"

"Yes?" Rodimus observed as Ylva suddenly crewed on her lip and closed her eyes, like she was struggling. But then she swallowed and looked back straight at him again. She looked very determined for him.

"I found out that both my arms were gone. Amputated. Up here," she motioned to the spot there the amputation occurred, which was the axel.

"Oh my…"

"Ja. When I discovered that they were gone, I was so shocked that I fled from the room in panic. I ran and ran, screaming until I stopped to hide myself in a very dark corner."

No interruption from Rodimus, except his faceplates softening.

"Then… I remembered a voice. At first, I was so scared but then I recognized it as he kept telling me to come out. So I slowly walked towards him." Then Ylva paused. Two fingers trailed over her chest. There, at a close range, Rodimus noticed something that he missed. Something thin and white between her breasts.

"Pardon me to ask but what's that on your chest?" He then asked gently. As it happened, Ylva suddenly avoided eye-contact. The Prime immediately regretted to ask. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

However, without saying a word, she slowly looked up at him again but not before she put a hand inside a pocket within her jacket and picked up something tiny in her hand. Rodimus widened up his optics in surprise to see that the tiny thing was an old photograph she was holding. "Stoffe-Puffe… can you keep a secret for me?" Now she sounded different.

He nodded. "Of course."

"Can you promise me that you'll never tell this for anyone else? You promise?" Ylva demanded him, though she didn't sound angry. It sounded more like she had mistrust but at same time she wanted to trust him.

This was something Rodimus wanted. To gain her trust. Another nod came from him. "I swear I'll never tell anybody."

"Good, for this is very personal for me," she explained quickly when she showed the photograph for him.

He narrowed his optics to get a clear sight on it, allowing his optics to zoom in until he got a clear view. He was puzzled to see a small, pinkish red figure with thin tubes attached on its arms and an air tube on its small nose. Also, a stitched wound lay straight over its tiny chest. As Rodimus inspected more on it, he soon realized that the figure was a premature human baby. "Is that…?" He didn't want to ask the question but something told him that he had to do. "Is that you?"

"Ja. That baby is me," Ylva nodded. "I was born prematurely at week 30, which is way too early. But I came out by a reason."

"By a reason?"

"Ja, my mom was severally ill so she had to make an urgent C-section," she explained. "And the doctors detected a heart defect inside me."

"A heart defect?" Rodimus got surprised again.

"Ja," she nodded as her answer. Then she grabbed her linen to pull it down, revealing a white and thin scar between her breasts. "This scar is all I have after my heart surgeries. My first one came shortly after birth, and then I made nine more surgeries as I grew up. The doctors did their best to fix the defect, and they did. Although…"

"Although what?"

"When I was eighteen years old, just before I got these arms, I got a heart failure. My old heart failed because of a rupture inside my heart. That caused internal bleeding."

That wasn't Rodimus expected to hear, and only hearing that shocked him up totally. "Oh my god… how did you survive that?"

"I survived thanks to Masse," she continued. "He was there when it happened and he immediately called for help. Also, I got my new heart quickly after less than fourteen days."

Then another pause came between them, though it didn't last long. "You want to know why I have severe epilepsy?" She unexpectedly questioned him. When she received a shake of his head, she explained. "That was the aftermath of my premature birth. I got my first seizure already at three years old, and it was a severe one. The doctors soon found out that I've got tiny brain damages that were the results of both of my epilepsy and eventually my ADHD."

"My gosh," Rodimus' face saddened. "I'm so horribly sorry."

"Nah, I've been through worse, Stoffe-Puffe. And as can you see, I'm still alive."

"Yeah, me too. I've been through a lot things recently and I'm still in one piece."

"Hehe, yeah… you know, my wish is to live a happy life as best as possible," Ylva said. She stretched up her right hand in the air like she was trying to reach the sky as she looked up. "I want to live as long as I can reach throughout my life. I may be sick but I'm a fighter and I'm a survivor too. I'll fight back as long as I live."

Listening on the melodic voice, Rodimus was amazed to hear her saying that. She sounded so determined and so driven. He couldn't speak a word because he couldn't consider any thought of what to say next or do anything. The only thing he sensed was how speechless he got and how his spark pulsed fast within his chest. But he was so stuck on her that it was only Jokke who cut off their attention when he suddenly howled to alert them.

Just as it happened, Rodimus' proximity sensors began to alert for a fast incoming hostile. He looked up towards the sky, horrified at what was coming.

"Incoming!" he shouted just as he grabbed Jokke to then curl up into a ball with both Ylva and her malamute in his arms to shield them from the launched missiles that were fired from the F22 Raptor.


Oh dear! Looks like we're getting into trouble now. Just a quickly thing to say: Hope (Xavier's theme) suits great for Ylva's own theme music. It's just my opinion, but if you agree, then I'd be glad that you found it great. I hope you enjoyed so far!

Translation

Tjena, kaa – Hiya, man

Shotty, kan du lämna oss? Jag vill prata med Stoffe-Puffe ifred – Can you be pleased to leave us be alone? I'd like to talk with Stoffe-Puffe alone

Såklart – Of course

Du behöver inte oroa dig. Jag klarar mig, gubben – You don't need to worry. I'll be fine, old man