***Carolyn***

All around her was a burning city. Burning bodies, burning cars, burning buildings, burning everything, but she didn't noticed as they raced through the slowly clearing streets. They had to find the others, had to! They were going to be okay, they were going to be a live, just like the TV showed. For once in her life, the press would be telling the whole truth, not just what they wanted.

They raced around the corner into a main gathering area and there they were. All together, leaning on each other for support, but together. Looking like shit and a couple limbs were missing, but they were all there. All the autobots were there. Will was there. Epps was there. Sam was there, Carly held tightly in his arms. Ragi was helping Ratchet hook Optimus' arm back on. Prowl was leaning against Bumblebee. She didn't notice the giant corpses on the bridge or the bodies lying not that far away, all she saw them. All she saw was every little bandage, drop of blood, bead of sweat, missing part, leaking energon line there was, not the surprised looks towards her and her entourage. She forgot about the box sitting in the passenger seat, glowing a little as the little boy in her lap started to bounce widely on her already bruised legs.

"Mommy! Mommy! Wagi and Powl! Wagi and Powl! Go, Wide! Go!" Teddy shrieked and she smiled, actually smiled, as she jumped out of the truck and raced to the surprised Will, who was looking past her. Teddy wrapped his arms around Will's neck as she gave him a brief hug and rushed over to Ragi.

"Are you alright?" she looked him over, about to move to get her toolbox when Ragi grabbed her, stopping her.

"H-hide?" he looked down at her, confusion and surprise on his face and she realized she had missed one key reason she was here.

"The Allspark works," she squirmed out of his grasp and ran back to the truck as a car pulled up alongside it. She climbed in, grabbing the glowing box. "It needed a connection with a living being for some reason. Teddy touched it and it just came to life!"

"Jazz," Optimus pushed the stunned Ratchet away, moving to his comrade's side as both newly arrived autobots transformed. "How?"

"Well, from what I got from her babbling, they tested it, and in they I mean her and the sparkling, on Ironhide," Jazz shrugged. "He came back, so they had him break into the safe they had me locked up in and revived me."

"We just have to be careful with what it touches," she moved over by them, the box held like a bomb in her hands. "The case is holding in the energy, but if it touches a dead Cybertonian, it will revive them. Even a shard of it will work, just like the old one."

"So we can make sparklings now?" Ratchet plopped down next to her as the others moved over.

"Kinda," she glanced at Will and Teddy. "I'll explain in a more secure location. For now, we get you guys better."

They all smiled down at her. She didn't care that they could save their civilization. She had her family all back.

Chicago burned all around her and she didn't even notice.

***Erika***

Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existance. –William Blake

We, as a whole, have ignored the necessary evils in our lives. We let emotions rule our minds and only saw what we wanted to see. We all believed what was told us by those we saw as more knowledgeable. We let our choices become the choices of others, choosing to sit back and watch the world go by. How can we say we tried to save our planet when truly we tried to kill it only a day ago? We all live in different states, provinces, countries, continents, but we all share the same planet. We choose to let its well being rest in a select few who were privy to the secrets she held tightly to. We did not think to ask the serious questions, wonder why they were going through the steps they were? Why did they dance such a different dance in private than the one they danced to the public?

As some of you have guessed, I am speaking of the Autobots. We allowed the U.S. government have control of beings we should not have even sought to control. They could have easily wiped us out, but did not and in return we enslaved them. We forced to them to hide from us, feared them like the animals they clearly are not. Then, we tried to force them from the place they had wanted to call home, a claim they had every right to, just as we do. Yes, they look greatly different from us, but in many ways they are the same. They have the ability to think for themselves, to produce emotions, to die. They choose to trick us, to save us from what we had turned a blind eye to. They risked their lives for ours, died so that we would not be enslaved by the Decepticons. Would animals do such a thing?

The answer is no. Animals would not band together to save our sorry skins. But the Autobots did and for that we should be thankful.

Right now, as many of you are reading this, the United Nations is convening to discuss what to do with the Autobots. Send them away now that the Decepticon threat is gone or let them stay. I say, give them all the rights of a being living on planet Earth. Do not shun them, force them off the planet or into hiding. Let them live as they wish to live. If THEY choose to live in hiding, then they can. But maybe they would like live amoung us, interact with us. We already know they can change into vehicles. It would be a time of learning for us and them.

Many of you are now confused by what I have been writing. Has E. A. Sparrow finally lost it? No, I have not. From the very beginning I knew that there was more to Mission City than a government training exercise gone wrong. We took something from the Autobots and the Decepticons. The Decepticons choose to react with violence while the Autobots choose to negotiate for whatever we took. They have never ment us harm and if you have been hurt because of one of them, think back to the incident. What was really going on at the time? Who else was there? Was the Autobot fighting another being?

I know you are still confused. I have entire blog series about why Autobots are bad and I still stand by it, because at the time they were. The facts given to me were what I laid out for you and then my opinions on the situation. I have stated many times and have it clearly posted in bold lettering on my website that my opinions are my opinions and are clearly stated in my blogs. The facts are for you to interpret. My opinions are for you to analyze and decide if you agree with. I have laid out the reasoning for my new opinions. Are you going to use your own mind and make up your own or go along with the crazy author you have never ment or seen.

I hope to God that you make up your own mind, because if I had to make up everyone's mind for them, I would be exhausted.

To finish this, I would like to offer a formal apology to all the Autobots and those brave men and women who risk their lives working with them. I have wrongly accused you of crimes that you did not commit. I challenge your existence, I believed you were the real evil in the world when really, you were the good in disguise. To the Autobots, I hope that we may be able to form a lasting relationship of equals with you. To the men and women working with the Autobots, though we don't know who you are, we know why you do it and we thank you….or at least I do. You saw what the rest of us could not. You have been blessed with such insight and I hope the rest of us come close to the same conclusions you have.

10-4 for now,

E. A. Sparrow

She sat back, staring at the screen, the arrow resting over the submit button. Yes, she was satisfied with it. Not many people can admit fault publicly and she believed that she had phrased her's well. She knew she would not always agree with hopefully what would be their new allies, but she understood them now. She glanced at the TV, muted for the time. Smoke still rose from the Chicago skyline. Yes, it was time for a little more trust around here.

She hit the submit button as Chicago burned, in the hopes of a brighter future.