As Breaker exited the main room, he became face-to-face with the Autobot warriors. Each of them glaring at him as if he had committed the worst crime in the galaxy, and in some of their minds, he had. "ALEXIS!" he heard a group of what sounded like male children ran past him to the human girl whom he had met minutes before. One, two, three . . . there were four apparently, and each with different traits. Two blonde haired boys, one having shorter hair and appearing to be the little "leader" of the group, a much darker skinned boy and the fourth a short and "slightly" chubby boy following behind.

Breaker turned his attention from the human males heading towards Alexis, and upon the Transformer who had just entered the room. "Optimus sir!" he said, saluting. Apparently, Optimus had recovered splendidly due to the fine skill of their medic, Red Alert, who was following behind his leader. The other Autobots who were sending death glares to Breaker before automatically stopped, not wanting to seem "impolite" in front of Optimus. The children turned around and were all watching Optimus and Breaker, wondering what Optimus would do, facing a traitor to his own sworn enemy and all. Alexis's heart lodged in her throat. Oh, I hope Optimus won't do anything mean; I really feel that Breaker isn't a bad guy! she thought.

"At ease soldier," Optimus ordered, and Breaker took down his saluted hand. Optimus looked much better than he had in the battle that was only a few hours ago. The red, blue and silver Transformer looked at the newcomer quizzically with his yellow optics. Once content with what he found, he smiled behind his battle mask and said "You're name wouldn't happen to be Breaker, would it?" Breaker's spark seemed to have lodged in his throat Oh scrap! he thought, What if someone found out and told him!

"Yes sir," he replied with as little emotion as possible, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Yes, I thought so," Optimus said. "I've heard about a Decepticon who was so determined to get payback from Megatron." This statement sent the other Autobots in a twister. They all wondered how Optimus could've heard about this Transformer when none of them have! "If I may ask, what exactly did Megatron do that made you go through such an extreme to become an Autobot?" Optimus asked Breaker.

Breaker's joints and pistons tensed. "I'd rather not talk about that, if that's alright sir . . ." Breaker replied emotionlessly. The Autobot leader nodded with understanding as a reply.

"Scavenger, would you please show our new addition to his room?" Optimus Prime asked the large, muscular Transformer to his right.

"Yes sir," the massive green teacher answered, leaving the room with Breaker following close behind.

As soon as Scavenger and his person-in-tow left, every Autobot in the room, aside from Blurr, the normally quiet one, and Optimus, burst into an offensive uproar. "You CAN'T be serious!" and "How do we know we can REALLY trust this guy!" filled the room to such an extent that the children winced, some even covering their ears. After letting some of the ranting lessen, Optimus barked at them that the uproar was enough, and quickly apologized afterwards. "Listen, this seems to be just as it was with Scavenger. Breaker appears to be a good addition into the fight against the Decepticons." Optimus tried to reason to his men.

"But sir!" Hot Shot interrupted furiously, "He could be just like Sideways! How can we know we can trust him!"

"How can we know we can't?" Optimus added. Hot Shot stuttered, not really knowing how to respond to such a question.

Alexis, having removed her hands from her ears, decided to try and protect Breaker from more slandering. "Look," she started, "Breaker can't be such a bad guy! I mean, he didn't look down on me or treat me like someone who was beneath him! All Decepticons treat humans as, well, things!" This statement must have left an impression on the Autobots, because they all nodded with agreement.

"She has a point Bro," Sideswipe said, trying to ease his brother-like friend to be less biased. Hot Shot, however, just stormed out of the room, growling about how Decepticons are always bad. Sideswipe frowned with worry, looking over to Blurr to get his opinion on the matter. Unfortunately, all he got was Blurr's backside turned to him, walking away.

With a sad, defeated face, Sideswipe left the room just after everyone else had, heading towards his quarters. I hope Bro will be alright he thought. Maybe I should ask Commander Blurr later if he knows anything more about Hot Shot and Sideways. Sideswipe stopped, and thought about the commander whom had saved his life those many years ago. His bright orange optics, his superior-looking faceplate . . . After a few moments, Sideswipe noticed that he had stopped dead in the hallway and was blushing furiously. He held his head and groaned. Sideswipe, what are you THINKING! Blurr's gotta be straight! he thought, shaking his head. But . . . I did find him to be with him . . . maybe he has an idea of how I feel . . . Another groan followed by a whine came out of the blue sports car. Even if he WAS that way, he wouldn't want to be with a pathetic soldier like me . . .

While Sideswipe was trying to sort through his mind, he came across what he thought was his quarters, and entered his private self-entry number. The bizarre thing is he punched it in incorrectly, which was actually the correct pin to the wrong room. He walked in, not noticing that he wasn't the only one in there, and as soon as the door closed, he looked up to see Breaker. Whoops, he thought, I thought I punched it in wrong . . . wait a minute . . . Sideswipe's optics grew huge as he saw the true side of Breaker! You see, Breaker thought it was safe to take off his mask and helmet for a moment to relax. But those were the only things covering him from getting him deported back to Cybertron. Breaker's optics also widened, knowing that his secret was out.

Or should I say, "her"?